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chanter1944) wrote2005-01-18 10:11 pm
chanter1944) wrote2005-01-18 10:11 pm
curiosity
Posted because I'm shameless, again. Like it/hate it/think I'm a doofus, if anyone wants to comment on the snippet (and trust me, there's lots more on both sides of this snippet) bug me on SC. Unless you're Lizzie, in which case call me.
So infinitely patient, he was. Two hundred nights had come and gone just like this. Two hundred nights, and any number of them had found him consoling her with variations of the same gentle story. One hundred nightmares, or more, or less. One hundred nightmares all carbon copies of the last and the next, and still he stayed. "I’m sorry.” She’d lost the internal battle to restrain her tears long before, words garbled for her hidden face and their courses down her cheeks. “I’m so… it’s embarrassing, I’m just so needy! I’m not normally needy like this, I shouldn’t…”
“But you should.” He spoke into her half-second’s silence, certain but infinitely soft. Softer than clinging night, “You should though. You watch everybody else all day, all night if you have to more often than I like to think about. You don’t sleep, you don’t eat, you don’t even blink if somebody else needs you first. And when the tables turn, you deserve to be cared for. You’d tear yourself apart if you were alone up here, you’d put yourself and Cassie through what I don’t even dare imagine and it wouldn’t help. I’ve learned a few things from you, you know. I refuse to let you drive yourself crazy. And you’re not needy. I would never in a million years on a thousand worlds describe you that way. But you need this. You deserve this. Do unto others, everything.”
this's what happens when my muse returns from her vacation in Cape Canaveral and brings along a fanfiction bug who proceeds to bite me in the behind. Thanks, buggy.
In other news, I'm feeling like the abominable snow Charlie at this point in time. Icy, icy cold! It's high wind and below zero with windchills, and there be snooooow here! so much so that my dog shivers, so you *know* it's cold out, and I couldn't flaming find the sidewalk on the way home! Argh.
But yeah, night classes=crap.
gone to pacify my muse again. *types*
Oh, any guesses as to who those characters were? The needy and the consoling? I admit one reference in there kinda gives it away...
So infinitely patient, he was. Two hundred nights had come and gone just like this. Two hundred nights, and any number of them had found him consoling her with variations of the same gentle story. One hundred nightmares, or more, or less. One hundred nightmares all carbon copies of the last and the next, and still he stayed. "I’m sorry.” She’d lost the internal battle to restrain her tears long before, words garbled for her hidden face and their courses down her cheeks. “I’m so… it’s embarrassing, I’m just so needy! I’m not normally needy like this, I shouldn’t…”
“But you should.” He spoke into her half-second’s silence, certain but infinitely soft. Softer than clinging night, “You should though. You watch everybody else all day, all night if you have to more often than I like to think about. You don’t sleep, you don’t eat, you don’t even blink if somebody else needs you first. And when the tables turn, you deserve to be cared for. You’d tear yourself apart if you were alone up here, you’d put yourself and Cassie through what I don’t even dare imagine and it wouldn’t help. I’ve learned a few things from you, you know. I refuse to let you drive yourself crazy. And you’re not needy. I would never in a million years on a thousand worlds describe you that way. But you need this. You deserve this. Do unto others, everything.”
this's what happens when my muse returns from her vacation in Cape Canaveral and brings along a fanfiction bug who proceeds to bite me in the behind. Thanks, buggy.
In other news, I'm feeling like the abominable snow Charlie at this point in time. Icy, icy cold! It's high wind and below zero with windchills, and there be snooooow here! so much so that my dog shivers, so you *know* it's cold out, and I couldn't flaming find the sidewalk on the way home! Argh.
But yeah, night classes=crap.
gone to pacify my muse again. *types*
Oh, any guesses as to who those characters were? The needy and the consoling? I admit one reference in there kinda gives it away...