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tenshinoakuma) wrote2007-10-23 09:40 pm
tenshinoakuma) wrote2007-10-23 09:40 pm
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[Fic] Drabblies
drabble dump
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omnoms
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1st person still squicks me
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The birds only come when Trian is sleeping. They're here now; I can hear them. It's not hard to know why Trian is so impatient with them, and why the birds always fly off when he is awake. They flap around my head and land anywhere and everywhere. I can feel the prick of claws as some rest on my arms. A few more land on my shoulders and legs.
But I like the company of birds. Their frantic movements are so easy to them. They have so few restrictions.
I know better than to be envious of them. But I am anyway.
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I can't tell when iron is rusted without touching it, and even then, sometimes I still can't tell for certain. Sometimes I almost don't notice it until I slide my fingers into the corners and feel the disease starting there. And sometimes there's almost no sign of it at all on the surface, only the impression of something bubbling beneath.
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3rd Person feels more natural
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The little grass snake curled around the tree branch, perring curiously at the strange, foreign thing in front of it, tongue flickering in and out.
Trian's face had frozen in a mixed expression of surprise and terror.
As the thing drew closer, Trian forced himself to draw back, but he couldn't force his feet to part ways with the ground. He made a strangled sound at the back of his throat as the snake continued to undulate towards him, curious, but he couldn't twist away any further, and he was not going to fall over just because he was scared of a tiny little, harmless grass snake.
-- Don't panic don't panic it's just a snake don't be intimidated it's just a tiny, fucking snake ! --
Trian cursed the whole way back to Prontera, smoke trailing forlornly after him.
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The moments Trian wakes up before Tyler are rare, and Trian ruins them by sidling over and resting his head against Tyler's chest.
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Tyler loves music. It's something he can appreciate as fully as others without needing to see. He likes to hum along to the tunes he hears, even though he's always off-key. But he doesn't care, because the music runs through his very being.
He learns the terms the bards use, even though he'll never pick up and instrument and play it. He sways with the moving crescendos, feeling just as much as hearing.
Tyler could always hear the song of the Stream, listened to it endlessly until it became part of the background. He was a part of the Stream just as much as the Stream was a part of him.
So when the song disappeared, there was suddenly a gaping chasm, a yawning silence, and Tyler was suddenly very, very deaf.
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Trian didn't realise Tyler had been slipping out of his control until it was two late. Trian had seen a few signs of it over the years.
The first time was when Tyler lost his temper, grabbing Trian by the shirt lapels and shoving the high wizard up against the tree. Trian could still remember the bark digging hard into his back, could still remember the words he used to try and incite Tyler to throw him off the edge of Yuno.
The second time was when Tyler refused outright to follow an order, and there were several subsequent refusals thereafter.
The rest of the times were when he found himself flat on his back instead of where he wanted to be.
Trian didn't like this lack of control, but ocassionally he found it more than tolerable.
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Trian endlessly describes to Tyler, his way of trying to share his experiences with the professor. But when he tries to describe himself, the words that fell so easily from his lips falter and fade into awkward silence.
For a long time, Trian was a void in Tyler's mental images of the world.
Then Tyler began to take note of the little things; the smaller hand in his that he allowed to lead him, the adrogynous voice that sounded more male when angry and more female when scared, the light brush of thin strands of hair across his skin, the subtle smell of coffee and oranges and grass trailing behind. Trian doesn't need to describe himself, not when Tyler shares his own experiences of Trian with himself to fill the void.
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The birds only come when Trian is sleeping. They're here now; I can hear them. It's not hard to know why Trian is so impatient with them, and why the birds always fly off when he is awake. They flap around my head and land anywhere and everywhere. I can feel the prick of claws as some rest on my arms. A few more land on my shoulders and legs.
But I like the company of birds. Their frantic movements are so easy to them. They have so few restrictions.
I know better than to be envious of them. But I am anyway.
--
I can't tell when iron is rusted without touching it, and even then, sometimes I still can't tell for certain. Sometimes I almost don't notice it until I slide my fingers into the corners and feel the disease starting there. And sometimes there's almost no sign of it at all on the surface, only the impression of something bubbling beneath.
--
3rd Person feels more natural
--
The little grass snake curled around the tree branch, perring curiously at the strange, foreign thing in front of it, tongue flickering in and out.
Trian's face had frozen in a mixed expression of surprise and terror.
As the thing drew closer, Trian forced himself to draw back, but he couldn't force his feet to part ways with the ground. He made a strangled sound at the back of his throat as the snake continued to undulate towards him, curious, but he couldn't twist away any further, and he was not going to fall over just because he was scared of a tiny little, harmless grass snake.
-- Don't panic don't panic it's just a snake don't be intimidated it's just a tiny, fucking snake ! --
Trian cursed the whole way back to Prontera, smoke trailing forlornly after him.
--
The moments Trian wakes up before Tyler are rare, and Trian ruins them by sidling over and resting his head against Tyler's chest.
--
Tyler loves music. It's something he can appreciate as fully as others without needing to see. He likes to hum along to the tunes he hears, even though he's always off-key. But he doesn't care, because the music runs through his very being.
He learns the terms the bards use, even though he'll never pick up and instrument and play it. He sways with the moving crescendos, feeling just as much as hearing.
Tyler could always hear the song of the Stream, listened to it endlessly until it became part of the background. He was a part of the Stream just as much as the Stream was a part of him.
So when the song disappeared, there was suddenly a gaping chasm, a yawning silence, and Tyler was suddenly very, very deaf.
--
Trian didn't realise Tyler had been slipping out of his control until it was two late. Trian had seen a few signs of it over the years.
The first time was when Tyler lost his temper, grabbing Trian by the shirt lapels and shoving the high wizard up against the tree. Trian could still remember the bark digging hard into his back, could still remember the words he used to try and incite Tyler to throw him off the edge of Yuno.
The second time was when Tyler refused outright to follow an order, and there were several subsequent refusals thereafter.
The rest of the times were when he found himself flat on his back instead of where he wanted to be.
Trian didn't like this lack of control, but ocassionally he found it more than tolerable.
--
Trian endlessly describes to Tyler, his way of trying to share his experiences with the professor. But when he tries to describe himself, the words that fell so easily from his lips falter and fade into awkward silence.
For a long time, Trian was a void in Tyler's mental images of the world.
Then Tyler began to take note of the little things; the smaller hand in his that he allowed to lead him, the adrogynous voice that sounded more male when angry and more female when scared, the light brush of thin strands of hair across his skin, the subtle smell of coffee and oranges and grass trailing behind. Trian doesn't need to describe himself, not when Tyler shares his own experiences of Trian with himself to fill the void.
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omnoms