happy birthday, Cadence!
I have not much in the way of writing mojo this week, but have a few drabbles at least:
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The brat's fast, fucking obnoxious, but the third time he attacks Giriko grabs the cord of his fucking earphones and yanks, hard. He throws the stupid things away, revs up into third gear. "That's better!" he says as the brat skids to a halt. "I'll fucking make you listen to me!" Damn shinigami, thinking they know how things ought to be. Giriko gathers his strength to lunge.
The brat turns around, light flashing off his arm as it transforms into his guillotine blade. "What was that?" he says. His eyes are still blank and calm. "I wasn't paying any attention."
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Witches may not sleep, but they dream. Medusa leaves her borrowed body already certain of where she's going; she can plot the vectors between her and his mind, his soul, without any hesitation. He thinks of her so often.
"You again," Stein says, when she arrives. The sky above them is stitched closed. He's sewing his hands to each other, calmly impossible. The thread is too tight, straining.
"You must be lonely," Medusa answers, wrapping her hands around his. "Calling me like this." Too much tension, indeed. It'll take so little pressure for her to split his seams wide open.
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"--and then the whole world will be engulfed by the wave of insanity, and everyone will go crazy -- just think what exciting stories that will make for us, Ladd!"
"Heh." Ladd catches his wrist in one hand when the sweep of Graham's arm brings him too close. "They'll all go beautifully insane, then?" He's not looking at Graham. He's watching the Shibusen students coming up the road toward them.
"Yes!" Graham says happily. "Won't that be good? Won't you have fun with them?"
"Transform," Ladd says. His smile is beautifully insane already. "I'm going to have some fun right now."
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The brat's fast, fucking obnoxious, but the third time he attacks Giriko grabs the cord of his fucking earphones and yanks, hard. He throws the stupid things away, revs up into third gear. "That's better!" he says as the brat skids to a halt. "I'll fucking make you listen to me!" Damn shinigami, thinking they know how things ought to be. Giriko gathers his strength to lunge.
The brat turns around, light flashing off his arm as it transforms into his guillotine blade. "What was that?" he says. His eyes are still blank and calm. "I wasn't paying any attention."
* *
Witches may not sleep, but they dream. Medusa leaves her borrowed body already certain of where she's going; she can plot the vectors between her and his mind, his soul, without any hesitation. He thinks of her so often.
"You again," Stein says, when she arrives. The sky above them is stitched closed. He's sewing his hands to each other, calmly impossible. The thread is too tight, straining.
"You must be lonely," Medusa answers, wrapping her hands around his. "Calling me like this." Too much tension, indeed. It'll take so little pressure for her to split his seams wide open.
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"--and then the whole world will be engulfed by the wave of insanity, and everyone will go crazy -- just think what exciting stories that will make for us, Ladd!"
"Heh." Ladd catches his wrist in one hand when the sweep of Graham's arm brings him too close. "They'll all go beautifully insane, then?" He's not looking at Graham. He's watching the Shibusen students coming up the road toward them.
"Yes!" Graham says happily. "Won't that be good? Won't you have fun with them?"
"Transform," Ladd says. His smile is beautifully insane already. "I'm going to have some fun right now."