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sam_storyteller) wrote2005-07-16 10:00 am
sam_storyteller) wrote2005-07-16 10:00 am
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Misc Flopsies: Original Work
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nassima
The baby, in the crib Justin had built for him, was crying; Samantha was already almost fully awake, and she rolled off the bed, untying the knot at her shoulder to let down one corner of the shirt, and cradling Pax in her arms. He quieted as soon as his mouth found her breast, and she carried him outside, to sit on the bench by the river's mouth, where the Nile split into the Ganges and Euphrates.
The moon was still visible, though the sun was rising, and Samantha hummed one of the Weaver-hymn tunes that the women wrote at the loom.
"Samantha," said a voice behind her, and she turned to see Felinecor, leaning against the side of the house. He pointed over her shoulder in the other direction, and she gasped.
"I guess the magic isn't quite dead," he said. He hummed a few bars, and the lilies which had sprouted up at the edge of the river while she'd been singing unfolded their petals in a cascade of white.
"Do you think it ever will be?" she asked. He stroked their son's head, his other hand touching her shoulder.
"I hope not," he said softly.
***
Rebuilding Ozymandias, forla_rainette
Felix."
"Mmh?"
"Felix!"
"Yes, what is it?"
"Come see this."
Felix looked up from where he was dozing over a copy of The Three Musketeers on the bed. Oscar, backlit by the sunset, was a slim figure seated at a little table in front of the french doors out onto the terrace, bent over his laptop.
Felix rose, sighing, and leaned over Oscar's shoulder, at a shape drawn in one of Oscar's myriad drafting programs. It rotated and twirled, and then stood still; there was something vaguely...wrong about it.
"What is it?" Felix asked, in Oscar's ear.
"Do you remember," Oscar said, "when I was drafting and you -- oh -- "
Felix had kissed his earlobe, and was now biting it gently.
"...did that?" Oscar asked, breathing heavily.
"Oui, I think I remember."
"And you told me to keep working?"
"Mmmhm."
"My mind wasn't exactly on my -- Felix!"
Felix grinned mischeviously. "Not on your work?"
"No. See this here?" Oscar pointed at the screen.
"Yes, Oscar."
"I've designed a shape that cannot be built according to the laws of physics."
Felix laughed in his ear.
"Then you might as well give up for the day," he said, closing the laptop. Oscar leaned back, looked up at him, and smiled.
"Yes, I suppose I'd better."
Felinecor's Land, for
nassimaThe baby, in the crib Justin had built for him, was crying; Samantha was already almost fully awake, and she rolled off the bed, untying the knot at her shoulder to let down one corner of the shirt, and cradling Pax in her arms. He quieted as soon as his mouth found her breast, and she carried him outside, to sit on the bench by the river's mouth, where the Nile split into the Ganges and Euphrates.
The moon was still visible, though the sun was rising, and Samantha hummed one of the Weaver-hymn tunes that the women wrote at the loom.
"Samantha," said a voice behind her, and she turned to see Felinecor, leaning against the side of the house. He pointed over her shoulder in the other direction, and she gasped.
"I guess the magic isn't quite dead," he said. He hummed a few bars, and the lilies which had sprouted up at the edge of the river while she'd been singing unfolded their petals in a cascade of white.
"Do you think it ever will be?" she asked. He stroked their son's head, his other hand touching her shoulder.
"I hope not," he said softly.
***
Rebuilding Ozymandias, for
la_rainetteFelix."
"Mmh?"
"Felix!"
"Yes, what is it?"
"Come see this."
Felix looked up from where he was dozing over a copy of The Three Musketeers on the bed. Oscar, backlit by the sunset, was a slim figure seated at a little table in front of the french doors out onto the terrace, bent over his laptop.
Felix rose, sighing, and leaned over Oscar's shoulder, at a shape drawn in one of Oscar's myriad drafting programs. It rotated and twirled, and then stood still; there was something vaguely...wrong about it.
"What is it?" Felix asked, in Oscar's ear.
"Do you remember," Oscar said, "when I was drafting and you -- oh -- "
Felix had kissed his earlobe, and was now biting it gently.
"...did that?" Oscar asked, breathing heavily.
"Oui, I think I remember."
"And you told me to keep working?"
"Mmmhm."
"My mind wasn't exactly on my -- Felix!"
Felix grinned mischeviously. "Not on your work?"
"No. See this here?" Oscar pointed at the screen.
"Yes, Oscar."
"I've designed a shape that cannot be built according to the laws of physics."
Felix laughed in his ear.
"Then you might as well give up for the day," he said, closing the laptop. Oscar leaned back, looked up at him, and smiled.
"Yes, I suppose I'd better."
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I like the way how, particularly in the first one, you can sense the backstory even though it's, what, less than three hundred words?
Very nice.
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