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Celestial Blue, Octarine #28
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Conversations with the Creator
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Celestial Blue, Octarine #28. Why did you have to upset everybody?
Supplies and Materials: saturation, graffiti (self-insert challenge), eraser, acrylic, novelty beads (Sheriff of Nottingham), glitter
Word Count: 1000
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Shadowsong, Mariko, Dimana, Ruth, Simon, Lux, Michaela, Gabriel, Shane, Imi, Rubika
Warnings: References to murder and war and amnesia and basically the usual stuff for this story, but nothing direct/explicitly shown.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. So, uh, this is meta weirdness. The self-insert I have planned for Feredar, assuming it materializes, will be a little more traditional...
1. blessed
“I’m sorry.”
Mariko looks up. “You’re sorry?”
“Yeah. Because…like, I only know about half of what you’re supposed to. I mean, professionally. So I feel like I don’t do that part of you justice, and it’s such a huge part of you. So…I’m sorry.” That’s not the only thing--or even the main thing--but it’s the easiest to explain.
“Oh.” She considers this for a minute. “So, do the research, and write it better. Besides, you love it, too, right? So make me your excuse.”
I smile at her. “Yeah. I’ll try.”
She smiles back. “Good enough for me.”
2. thou shalt not
“You know what I love most about you?”
“What?” Dimana asks, pouring me another shot. I really shouldn’t take it--I don’t drink much anyway--but she’s…infectious is the wrong word, but you know what I mean?
“The way you take ‘don’t do it’ as a challenge.”
She tilts her head back and laughs, clearly pleased with my assessment. “So, tell me, Boss. Does that make me your favorite?”
“I…uh…I don’t have a favorite, sorry.”
She rolls her eyes, and gives me a sly smile “Well, I’ll just have to convince you, then.”
…not sure whether I’m excited or afraid.
3. doubt
“He loved you, you know,” I tell Ruth.
She doesn’t answer.
“He really did. I know you wonder sometimes, and…look, he did love you. He wouldn’t’ve left you if he’d had any choice at all.”
She still doesn’t say anything, avoiding looking at me. I think she’s angry, and she doesn’t want to be, so she refuses to give it voice. At least to me.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I just…I wanted you to know he loved you. Loves you. Always will, whenever he remembers.”
That doesn’t seem to comfort her at all.
I can’t really blame her for that.
4. the evidence of things not seen
“I wanted to give you a second chance.”
Simon raises an eyebrow.
“A future, and a family, and…okay, it turns out I’m still kind of mean. I’m sorry about that.”
“You kind of are,” he agrees. “But so are most people who tell my story, and at least you make it clear I’m not a horrible person.”
“Not everyone thinks you’re horrible.” I’m not the first to try to write him sympathetically, or give him a reason beyond ‘he was just evil’ or, more charitably, ‘Satan possessed him.’
“No. But enough do that I appreciate all the ones who don’t.”
5. ineffable
“I probably shouldn’t resent you,” Lux says, considering me.
“But you do, anyway?”
“I resent everyone who touches my story, because it’s mine. And it’s somewhat in my nature to resent creators, after all. But you…” She shrugs. “I can tolerate you, I suppose.”
“Well, I’ll take what I can get.”
She smiles at me, all teeth. “Just don’t screw it up any more than you already have.”
“…uh. Yeah. Okay. Uh. I’ll try.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh. Regarding my Mariko…”
“Yeah?”
“If she dies of anything but venerable old age, I will cross dimensions and end you.”
“…noted.”
6. judge not
“You scare me a little.”
Michaela blinks. “This is not understood.”
“Because you’re not evil. You’re not cruel. You just…you…you’re like incapable of understanding when you’re wrong, or adapting to your charges’ changed needs.”
“…the failure to understand remains.”
“You do so much damage without realizing it. You genuinely think you’re helping, and that makes you the most dangerous entity in this world. All without meaning any harm.”
Michaela still looks confused, and I know I can never explain it. No matter how hard I try. I really wish I could, because then Michaela wouldn't have to be the villain.
7. heavenly choir
"You're so close," I tell Gabriel.
He smiles, puzzled and sweet. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Your instincts are right, you just...need to listen to them a little more, okay? You know what's right. I believe in you."
He shakes his head, still smiling slightly. He's a little hard for me to read, sometimes, other than he's the sweet one. And sort of a little hard to predict. But I think--at least, based on what I'm hearing now--that he will, eventually, listen to those instincts. He'll do the right thing.
I just have to be patient.
8. the angels sing
"You know, you'd think you'd creep me out," I tell Imi, who just rolls her eyes.
"I'm the tiny one everyone ignores," she points out. "It's my superpower. They never see me coming 'til it's too late."
"Yeah, comes with being Pestilence. It's just...superpowered tiny ones freak me out."
"...you wrote me where I'm twelve when I wake up."
"Yeah, not my brightest move," I admit. "But I needed a child, and figured you would be best."
"Well, I'm glad I don't creep you out. I don't like being creepy."
"I'll try to keep that in mind," I promise.
9. saintly
Shane and I just watch each other for a long moment, sizing each other up. She's the hardest for me to talk to, I think, and I'm not sure why. She's not the most intimidating, she's not the most dangerous--she's just...hard to talk to.
"I do think you're awesome, in that kickass Grandma way," I finally say. "You've seen so much history pass, in a completely normal human way, and then became something so...amazingly abnormal."
She smiles. "I'm glad to hear it."
I'm not quite sure what she thinks of me, either, but somehow we'll make it work.
10. dearly departed
"It's a dialogue," I tell Rubika, "between me, the universe, and you. I don't totally know what's happening. You probably know more than me, about some things."
She nods. "Makes sense. Must be freaking annoying."
"Not here, actually! It's more...the story builds, and people latch on to it and make it better. Less learning important secrets after over a year after."
"I promise not to do that to you," she says, grinning.
"I'll hold you to that," I reply, grinning back.
With that, the two of us sit back, Death and her Creator, waiting for the page to turn.
Story: Conversations with the Creator
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Celestial Blue, Octarine #28. Why did you have to upset everybody?
Supplies and Materials: saturation, graffiti (self-insert challenge), eraser, acrylic, novelty beads (Sheriff of Nottingham), glitter
Word Count: 1000
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Shadowsong, Mariko, Dimana, Ruth, Simon, Lux, Michaela, Gabriel, Shane, Imi, Rubika
Warnings: References to murder and war and amnesia and basically the usual stuff for this story, but nothing direct/explicitly shown.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. So, uh, this is meta weirdness. The self-insert I have planned for Feredar, assuming it materializes, will be a little more traditional...
1. blessed
“I’m sorry.”
Mariko looks up. “You’re sorry?”
“Yeah. Because…like, I only know about half of what you’re supposed to. I mean, professionally. So I feel like I don’t do that part of you justice, and it’s such a huge part of you. So…I’m sorry.” That’s not the only thing--or even the main thing--but it’s the easiest to explain.
“Oh.” She considers this for a minute. “So, do the research, and write it better. Besides, you love it, too, right? So make me your excuse.”
I smile at her. “Yeah. I’ll try.”
She smiles back. “Good enough for me.”
2. thou shalt not
“You know what I love most about you?”
“What?” Dimana asks, pouring me another shot. I really shouldn’t take it--I don’t drink much anyway--but she’s…infectious is the wrong word, but you know what I mean?
“The way you take ‘don’t do it’ as a challenge.”
She tilts her head back and laughs, clearly pleased with my assessment. “So, tell me, Boss. Does that make me your favorite?”
“I…uh…I don’t have a favorite, sorry.”
She rolls her eyes, and gives me a sly smile “Well, I’ll just have to convince you, then.”
…not sure whether I’m excited or afraid.
3. doubt
“He loved you, you know,” I tell Ruth.
She doesn’t answer.
“He really did. I know you wonder sometimes, and…look, he did love you. He wouldn’t’ve left you if he’d had any choice at all.”
She still doesn’t say anything, avoiding looking at me. I think she’s angry, and she doesn’t want to be, so she refuses to give it voice. At least to me.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I just…I wanted you to know he loved you. Loves you. Always will, whenever he remembers.”
That doesn’t seem to comfort her at all.
I can’t really blame her for that.
4. the evidence of things not seen
“I wanted to give you a second chance.”
Simon raises an eyebrow.
“A future, and a family, and…okay, it turns out I’m still kind of mean. I’m sorry about that.”
“You kind of are,” he agrees. “But so are most people who tell my story, and at least you make it clear I’m not a horrible person.”
“Not everyone thinks you’re horrible.” I’m not the first to try to write him sympathetically, or give him a reason beyond ‘he was just evil’ or, more charitably, ‘Satan possessed him.’
“No. But enough do that I appreciate all the ones who don’t.”
5. ineffable
“I probably shouldn’t resent you,” Lux says, considering me.
“But you do, anyway?”
“I resent everyone who touches my story, because it’s mine. And it’s somewhat in my nature to resent creators, after all. But you…” She shrugs. “I can tolerate you, I suppose.”
“Well, I’ll take what I can get.”
She smiles at me, all teeth. “Just don’t screw it up any more than you already have.”
“…uh. Yeah. Okay. Uh. I’ll try.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh. Regarding my Mariko…”
“Yeah?”
“If she dies of anything but venerable old age, I will cross dimensions and end you.”
“…noted.”
6. judge not
“You scare me a little.”
Michaela blinks. “This is not understood.”
“Because you’re not evil. You’re not cruel. You just…you…you’re like incapable of understanding when you’re wrong, or adapting to your charges’ changed needs.”
“…the failure to understand remains.”
“You do so much damage without realizing it. You genuinely think you’re helping, and that makes you the most dangerous entity in this world. All without meaning any harm.”
Michaela still looks confused, and I know I can never explain it. No matter how hard I try. I really wish I could, because then Michaela wouldn't have to be the villain.
7. heavenly choir
"You're so close," I tell Gabriel.
He smiles, puzzled and sweet. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Your instincts are right, you just...need to listen to them a little more, okay? You know what's right. I believe in you."
He shakes his head, still smiling slightly. He's a little hard for me to read, sometimes, other than he's the sweet one. And sort of a little hard to predict. But I think--at least, based on what I'm hearing now--that he will, eventually, listen to those instincts. He'll do the right thing.
I just have to be patient.
8. the angels sing
"You know, you'd think you'd creep me out," I tell Imi, who just rolls her eyes.
"I'm the tiny one everyone ignores," she points out. "It's my superpower. They never see me coming 'til it's too late."
"Yeah, comes with being Pestilence. It's just...superpowered tiny ones freak me out."
"...you wrote me where I'm twelve when I wake up."
"Yeah, not my brightest move," I admit. "But I needed a child, and figured you would be best."
"Well, I'm glad I don't creep you out. I don't like being creepy."
"I'll try to keep that in mind," I promise.
9. saintly
Shane and I just watch each other for a long moment, sizing each other up. She's the hardest for me to talk to, I think, and I'm not sure why. She's not the most intimidating, she's not the most dangerous--she's just...hard to talk to.
"I do think you're awesome, in that kickass Grandma way," I finally say. "You've seen so much history pass, in a completely normal human way, and then became something so...amazingly abnormal."
She smiles. "I'm glad to hear it."
I'm not quite sure what she thinks of me, either, but somehow we'll make it work.
10. dearly departed
"It's a dialogue," I tell Rubika, "between me, the universe, and you. I don't totally know what's happening. You probably know more than me, about some things."
She nods. "Makes sense. Must be freaking annoying."
"Not here, actually! It's more...the story builds, and people latch on to it and make it better. Less learning important secrets after over a year after."
"I promise not to do that to you," she says, grinning.
"I'll hold you to that," I reply, grinning back.
With that, the two of us sit back, Death and her Creator, waiting for the page to turn.
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