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on 2008-08-18 04:16 pm (UTC)By: Jaya
Story Arch: Mauldin’s Gap 1 (http://writingfay.livejournal.com/226147.html)
Fandom/original: Original
Characters: Farris/Martin, Young Mauldin
Warning: M/M Slashy stuff
Rating: Pg13
Word count: 649
Blurb: A city hung in the air, a place that lingers in disarray between two peaks upon Airen’s surface. The structure though once colorful is dingy now with the waist that raises from the mining operation at the base of the peaks of Horn and Less—often referred to as Hornless. The city serves as a way station for travelers and refining of the small quantities of source still being mined out of the Horn.
The clouds were drawing back as the morning breeze came in off the Airen’s Slate Sea, named for the colors of its waters. Martin had seen the way they changed as you traveled over their broad expanses into the Azure waters near the equator and from there into a color that was closer to purple then blue the farther south you went. The marvel of it was even more impressive from the deck of a Wing. His knuckles were white where they gripped the rough material of Farris’s scabbard, left with him as second. The first light of the morning gleamed off young Mauldin’s light blade. He could tell from the sheen of it that it had been fashioned from Castoff as was all the rage, it looked flimsy against the Farris’s sold iron weapon.
Though he wanted to look away Martin forced himself to watch as the two opponents circled each other, with a hint of respect. The testing was over, they had a better idea of where they stood as they circled. Farris had the strength, but Mauldin could move faster especially given the lightness of his blade. Still a fast movement did not always have the force it needed behind it. His eyes met Farris’s and the other man grinned at him, making Martin glad he had don’t nothing to make his friend ashamed of him. Despite the fact that it was his fault they were fighting now.
Forcing himself to breath, Martin told himself nothing could possibly go—the world began to move in slow motion—wrong. The sight before him was more then Martin could bear. In the blink of an eye, the heavy platform beneath them had shifted as the first of the Wing’s took off. It had been that simple movement that threw Farris off balance. The duel had only been to first blood, but first would be the last now. The aghast look on Mauldin’s face didn’t register with Martin as the young man pulled the blade from Farris’s chest.
He hadn’t meant to kill but it didn’t truly mater. Scabbard forgotten, Martin was unaware of the chaos that ensued around him. Only the weight of Farris in his arms was real, the hot blood beneath the pressure of his hand.
“You can not die,” He rasped refusing to believe the truth he could see in Farris’s eyes.
“Sorry,” Farris breathed, and there was blood on his lips. He coughed, spattering warm drops over Martin’s face. The hand once strong enough to wield an iron blade or pin his hands to the mattress could no longer reach up to touch his face. Biting his lower lip to keep back the tears, Martin caught the hand and brought it to his face, “Be happy.” One last rattling breath and Farris was gone.
Rough hands shook him, and Martin pushed them away blindly not hearing the words and not caring if he should not stay. “Go, they’re coming,” young Mauldin was saying urging Martin stand, “Run boy.”
Then they were gone and their foot steps disappeared through the twisting turns of the jumbled buildings. They were built on every available space some on top of others. After all the area on the heights was limited, where they hung between the two peaks. Drawing in a ragged breath, Martin let Farris’s body fall back to the cold metal beneath his knees.
Be happy, he wanted to laugh or to cry or do both at once he was not sure. Picking up the clean blade, Martin stumbled to where he’d let the scabbard fall. He nearly tripped over the feet of the man sleeping behind the bowl that held the tree. As he caught himself on the rough edge of the bowl he began to laugh. The echoing sound of it was still fading away when the authorities reached the potted garden.
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on 2008-08-19 01:13 am (UTC)Where can I find more?
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on 2008-08-19 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-08-19 05:10 am (UTC)Original
PG?
~150 words
Ren doesn't recognize the sound coming from her throat (http://mimerki.livejournal.com/832240.html)
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on 2008-08-19 06:20 am (UTC)Title: False Laughter
Fandom/original: Doctor Who (the new one, with David Tennant and Rose)
Characters: Ten, Rose
Rating: PG
Word count: 294
linkage (http://studyofrunning.livejournal.com/4025.html)
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on 2008-08-22 04:25 pm (UTC)Original
G
700 words (sorry if that's too long?)
"Look," I growled, "the point is that you said it, and you knew it would hurt my feelings."
"You were pissing me off!"
"Yeah, okay, but I wasn't doing it on purpose! You got mad at me because I was upset. What kind of sense does that make anyway?"
"I just wish you could take a compliment and just know that that's how I feel." He shook his head. "Nothing is ever good enough for you."
My mouth dropped open. "You don't even try! I mean, I know you try, but you make no attempt to understand how I feel or what is going on in my head. You know I'm crazy-"
"I know! I know you're crazy! I know you don't understand why you think the way you do! But it's hard for me, okay? It's hard for me to put up with this everyday. I don't know how much more I can handle."
I was quiet for a moment. "Am I going to lose you?"
He looked at me. "I don't know. Are you going to get mad at me for not thinking you're the most beautiful girl in the world, or not knowing if I love you or not?"
"Well, yeah! I mean, not like mad at you, but yeah, that's going to upset me! You're telling me I'm not good enough, that I'm not a sure thing. And it sucks that I feel so strongly for you and you hardly feel anything for me. I don't know how to handle that, but I don't give up on you every fight that we have."
Staring at me, he growled, "So you're mad at me for not feeling what you think I should feel?"
"I'm not mad! There's a difference between 'upset' and 'mad'."
"I can't feel whatever you want me to feel, just because you think that's how it should be."
I sat down, sighing. "I know. I'm so tired of this."
He stood there, looking like he didn't quite know what to say. His face was so lovely, but it looked so sad - had I done that? Why do I keep doing these things?
"I love you."
He met my eyes, and asked, "Really?"
I nodded.
"What if that's not good enough for me?"
"What- what do you mean?"
"Maybe I need you to actually act like you love me, instead of just saying it. Maybe I need to know for sure that you love me too much to hurt me. Because you do hurt me."
"You're the one who told your girlfriend to lose some weight and see if you think she's prettier! Am I seriously supposed to just overlook that? God, can't you even try to understand how that made me feel?"
He threw his hands in the air. "Jesus, you can't let that go!"
Outraged, I yelled, "No! I can't just 'let that go'! You took the one thing I'm most insecure about, my least favorite thing about myself, the one thing I would change about my physical appearance, and you threw it in my face! You told me 'change this and I'll love you more'! And I'm supposed to get over it?"
"I don't know. I don't know what you're supposed to do. Okay? I guess I'm just a jerk, and I don't deserve your time."
"I don't know, maybe."
He paused, and looked at me. "Really? Are you going to break up with me?"
I shrugged and said, quietly, "I'm not sure. Everyone says I should. They said it's inexcusable. I don't know what to do - I don't know if I can live without you."
His eyes were sad, but his mouth was set angrily. "I hate that you depend on me so much. Maybe we'd both be better off without each other."
My mouth wobbled. "I don't want to be without you."
"I don't either. But maybe we should."
"But... you're everything."
He looked at me with those eyes, that face that I loved so much. "Can we make this work? Do you really think we can do this?"
"I don't know. I need it. I need you."
He shook his head. "I don't know. What do we do now?"
A tear fell as I shrugged.
Dreams again?
on 2008-08-31 02:16 am (UTC)Characters: Pete and Patrick...Pete/Patrick?
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Vampires.
Author: Me!
Author's note: This was for 15_minute_fic. It kinda sucks, I know.
Partially based on "A little less 16 candles", I suppose. Vampires and such. I dunno.
POV: 3rd.
Word count: Just over 320.
Word is growl.
It's in *bold*.
http://xmexandxyoux.livejournal.com/13901.html
Fic: Ren doesn't recognize the sound coming from her throat
on 2010-09-01 07:14 pm (UTC)Word #76 [...]