Apparently Sin Inspires Me...
Having been pretty satisfied with the results of my attempt at writing Angry Crais, I somehow felt moved to do him an Envy drabble, too. But then a certain someone else insisted on getting in on the envy action, and the following double-drabble emerged as the end result.
So. One story, two 100-word segments. Set, appropriately enough, sometime after "Green-Eyed Monster," and spoilery up to that point.
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Envy
1.
He lies awake in the darkness, as he has every night for the past week, and torments himself with that too-vivid imagination his mother always said would get him into trouble. He imagines her, imagines him, imagines them together. Imagines Aeryn holding someone who looks like him, acts like him, hell, smells like him... but isn't.
And, like every night, he tells himself to stop. It's insane to be jealous of yourself. And for all he knows, there's nothing happening at all. Of course, then again, maybe there is.
Damn. It would just be so much easier if he knew.
2.
They seem to think they're being discreet. They lock the door when they recreate; they move apart when he enters the room. But they forget: he sees everything Talyn sees, hears everything Talyn hears. Whether he wants to or not.
He lies in his bed, alone with the images in his head, and tells himself that he feels nothing. That he doesn't want Aeryn, doesn't want anyone. Doesn't desperately crave the company of someone he can touch.
But it would be so much easier if he didn't have to see.
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At this rate, I may very well have done all 7 sins by the end of the week. And here I haven't even started on my "daily drabble" program yet...
[Edited at the last minute because I decided that I like it better if the bit I had second actually comes first.]
So. One story, two 100-word segments. Set, appropriately enough, sometime after "Green-Eyed Monster," and spoilery up to that point.
**
Envy
1.
He lies awake in the darkness, as he has every night for the past week, and torments himself with that too-vivid imagination his mother always said would get him into trouble. He imagines her, imagines him, imagines them together. Imagines Aeryn holding someone who looks like him, acts like him, hell, smells like him... but isn't.
And, like every night, he tells himself to stop. It's insane to be jealous of yourself. And for all he knows, there's nothing happening at all. Of course, then again, maybe there is.
Damn. It would just be so much easier if he knew.
2.
They seem to think they're being discreet. They lock the door when they recreate; they move apart when he enters the room. But they forget: he sees everything Talyn sees, hears everything Talyn hears. Whether he wants to or not.
He lies in his bed, alone with the images in his head, and tells himself that he feels nothing. That he doesn't want Aeryn, doesn't want anyone. Doesn't desperately crave the company of someone he can touch.
But it would be so much easier if he didn't have to see.
**
At this rate, I may very well have done all 7 sins by the end of the week. And here I haven't even started on my "daily drabble" program yet...
[Edited at the last minute because I decided that I like it better if the bit I had second actually comes first.]