Adam = Cthulhu (ok, not really, except for the fact that he totally is) and Kris gets a haircut.
anonymous
March 17 2010, 18:17:53 UTC
Some of us can't help translating "something new" as "grossly AU...with magical sharp things". Also, this has no plot that I know of.
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Adam's always thought humans created curiosity as a sort of germ warfare.
Because nothing was more infectious. Art, war, sex-Adam's lived through every phase and kink on the spectrum. He partied till the last Roman column came crashing down, and even that pales in comparison to the overwhelming, itching need to know. To touch in exploration rather than desire, to taste without need but with hunger, to wonder. Oh, to wonder Adam's gone centuries surviving on the remembered scent of wonder alone
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Adam = (not!) Cthulhu , Kris = IDEK, Pt.2
anonymous
March 17 2010, 18:59:06 UTC
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Here's the story: when Kris is three, his parents take him to a house in Louisiana, to a room with no window and eleven other children, and leave him there to die.
He doesn't.
Instead, he sees a man walk through the door-through a closed door-and looks at him, and the man looks back and that, that changes everything. None of the other children notice. Not even when the man kneels in front of Kris and puts a large hand on his face, his rings cool and hard against Kris' cheek.
(The rings are many and strange. They twist, ever so slightly, so gently, on Adam's fingers. Kris will spend years watching them turn, and yet never recover from that first, tickling shock of feeling silver be live on his jaw.)
He asks Kris' name (Kristopher with a K), age (five and three days), if he's scared (no) or tired (no) or hurt (no). He asks about Kris' parents (no). He asks if Kris knows where he is (no), he asks likes magic tricks (yes), and then he smiles--stupid, blind fuckers--and picks him up, an iron arm under Kris' knees,
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Adam = (not!) Cthulhu , Kris = IDEK, Pt. 3
anonymous
March 17 2010, 19:14:25 UTC
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Adam hasn't dealt with Paladins in years. It's not that he has anything against the silly bunch, (fanatical vigilantism isn't his glee of choice, but, hey, it's a free dimension) it's just they're so earnest all the time that he gets exhausted simply hearing the word. Protecting the Balance is fine and sweet, but would it kill them to brighten up the image? Adopt a catchy motto or something, or baste some glitter on the badges? And, hell, invent some badges while they're at it. They could at least update the décor; the courtyard Adam steps onto is modern but in the essence identical to every other piece of realty owned by the order he's ever visited. It could be Barcelona or Osaka or Kiev or, apparently, central Arkansas
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Re: Adam = (not!) Cthulhu , Kris = IDEK, Pt.5onlyeffyMarch 18 2010, 21:29:40 UTC
ok well this is just fabulous. i'm srs. this is my new fave kradam fic fic rn. i've never tracked a thread in the kinkmeme before but imma be tracking this one. gimme more plz
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Adam's always thought humans created curiosity as a sort of germ warfare.
Because nothing was more infectious. Art, war, sex-Adam's lived through every phase and kink on the spectrum. He partied till the last Roman column came crashing down, and even that pales in comparison to the overwhelming, itching need to know. To touch in exploration rather than desire, to taste without need but with hunger, to wonder. Oh, to wonder Adam's gone centuries surviving on the remembered scent of wonder alone ( ... )
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Here's the story: when Kris is three, his parents take him to a house in Louisiana, to a room with no window and eleven other children, and leave him there to die.
He doesn't.
Instead, he sees a man walk through the door-through a closed door-and looks at him, and the man looks back and that, that changes everything. None of the other children notice. Not even when the man kneels in front of Kris and puts a large hand on his face, his rings cool and hard against Kris' cheek.
(The rings are many and strange. They twist, ever so slightly, so gently, on Adam's fingers. Kris will spend years watching them turn, and yet never recover from that first, tickling shock of feeling silver be live on his jaw.)
He asks Kris' name (Kristopher with a K), age (five and three days), if he's scared (no) or tired (no) or hurt (no). He asks about Kris' parents (no). He asks if Kris knows where he is (no), he asks likes magic tricks (yes), and then he smiles--stupid, blind fuckers--and picks him up, an iron arm under Kris' knees, ( ... )
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Adam hasn't dealt with Paladins in years. It's not that he has anything against the silly bunch, (fanatical vigilantism isn't his glee of choice, but, hey, it's a free dimension) it's just they're so earnest all the time that he gets exhausted simply hearing the word. Protecting the Balance is fine and sweet, but would it kill them to brighten up the image? Adopt a catchy motto or something, or baste some glitter on the badges? And, hell, invent some badges while they're at it. They could at least update the décor; the courtyard Adam steps onto is modern but in the essence identical to every other piece of realty owned by the order he's ever visited. It could be Barcelona or Osaka or Kiev or, apparently, central Arkansas ( ... )
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Can't wait for more. <3
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+x+x+Three days after every birthday since his fifth, Kris wakes up somewhere he's never been ( ... )
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(srsly, this is awesome. amazing writing. it's so gooooood.)
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Adam is not involved ( ... )
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i'm srs. this is my new fave kradam fic fic rn. i've never tracked a thread in the kinkmeme before but imma be tracking this one.
gimme more plz
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I have no idea what is going on but I will continue reading :)
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