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greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2014-09-25 11:28 pm
Barbados Blue #19, Mystic Beach Blue #3
Name: Greenling
Story: Shatterverse/Mixed AU
Colors: Barbados Blue #19 (Distant music), Mystic Beach Blue #3 (Image)
Supplies and Styles: Eraser (Mermaid AU), Collage (Alyn, kinda)
Word Count: 1,092
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Jack has another crush. Lucas has a problem. Bryce has an adventure.
Next fic we talk to the girls more. Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
The afternoon was quiet.
A ways further down the road beyond a pair of fences, one old and wooden and one locked and chain-link, a little gravel road skirted the forest, leading to the lakehouse. Ms. Blackwood went down with them in her car to show the way, then gave Dmitry the key.
They ordered pizza, though they had to pick it up at the estate, or more accurately Jack had to hang out outside the estate for thirty minutes because they were supposed to keep the gates locked when they weren't using them and it was quicker not to bother. He didn't mind much; Lucas waited with him. Lucas' mother apparently thought being sociable with the new guests was acceptable despite technically being punished. And that meant, well...
Jack had a thing for silky black hair. Lucas had silky black hair, and an awkward smile, and an air of aloofness that intensified when the adults were gone. Jack wasn't sure Lucas was interested- or if he himself was- but it was good company. Neither of them spoke much.
By the time lunch came, Jack couldn't stop yawning. He only managed to eat four slices before dragging himself up to a bed.
*
After Jack left, Lucas went up to his room to take a shower and a nap. He wasn't sure what time he'd fallen asleep, but if he'd slept 'til nine, it was probably after when he'd intended to sneak back in the house. Which meant he was wrong when he told himself he could have out last night out in the lake before leaving it alone for the summer. His willpower had slipped.
That sounded like a great reason to curl up irritably in bed and get some real sleep.
Predictably, something started vibrating on his bedside table as soon as he tried it. He reached over and tapped his phone. A message popped up.
S T: We need to talk.
Lucas glared at the screen. After a moment's deliberation he picked up the phone and typed out an answer.
Why?
The response was immediate. S T: You said there would be one. I count one adult, three children.
Two teenagers, and are you seriously spying on our renters.
Bite me. You know what this means.
Lucas pressed his head against the screen and sighed. Another response came while he was thinking: Did you lie?
He frowned. I wouldn't do that to you. My mother "forgot" to mention it. :/ We can talk... can you give me a few hours?
That girl is back too.
Lucas rolled over on his back and clenched his hands at the ceiling.
*
The afternoon dragged on as if it were a school day. Jack fell asleep and apparently asking the boy who was supposed to help them was too much, so Uncle Dmitry enlisted Bryce and Alyn to continue dragging in bags and suitcases so he could get the U-Haul back that day. Then Alyn said she really needed to work on her summer project for school, so it was just Bryce.
He was going to dread high school if they seriously had summer projects.
The cabin was pretty big, at least. It was two floors, plus a furnished attic that Uncle Dmitry picked to work and sleep in. There were only two bedrooms, so Bryce had to share with Jack. Since his cousin was already in said room, he spent most of the afternoon in the living room playing games on his tablet and ignoring Uncle Dmitry as he went in and out. In the end, everyone was too exhausted to be hungry, so they had cereal for dinner. He gained a little trust when Uncle Dmitry didn't even react to his request for Cocoa Puffs.
Before Bryce knew it, the sun was low in the sky, and he was even more bored than before. The only light shone through the window-blinds, not quite the orangey-red of sunset, but with a certain visibly-fading intensity. Bryce was a little surprised at how pretty it was; his thoughts didn't usually run in that direction. It occurred to him that going outside would be further away from people.
He put his tablet away and went to find his uncle.
The attic was weird-smelling and stuffed with furniture. His uncle was busy airing things out and shoving things around; he looked irritable, but then he always looked irritable, from what Bryce could tell.
"Can I go outside?" he asked from the doorframe.
Dmitry looked at him and seemed to consider the question. "Sure. Stay where you can see the lake so you don't get lost when it gets dark."
Bryce grunted. "Okay."
Despite being technically summer, in a sleeveless shirt and loose jeans, it was a little chilly outside. The lake had stayed a little foggy all day, and now that the sun was fading, it seemed to be increasing. Bryce had lived most of his life in New York, and while it wasn't like he hadn't ever seen a tree or something stupid like that, being utterly surrounded by eerie fog and pines several times his height was not exactly normal.
He jogged along the lakeshore and into the woods, aiming to be unable to see the cabin's lights as soon as possible.
The lake's edge was long, and it wasn't far into the trees that it became a bit dark. The forest floor was green, littered with needles and thick grass. Moss grew over the trees, and birds called in the distance. After several minutes, Bryce slowed down- and calmed down. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he already didn't mind being there. He was sure that would change as soon as he ran out of things to do, though. Everything in the place gave him a weird, good feeling. He started looking up bird calls.
It felt like forever he was walking, as the cabin receded to a point of shining light in the distance.
Far in the distance, Bryce began to hear music.
It took him a second to realize what he was hearing. High and light, it sounded almost like birdsong, but it wasn't. It was something like a violin or a flute- too far away to quite make out. All his tension, all the world outside faded away as he heard it, and it seemed like the breeze in the pines was just the leaves dancing to the tune.
Without entirely deciding to do it, he followed the music deeper into the woods. The sun began to set.
Story: Shatterverse/Mixed AU
Colors: Barbados Blue #19 (Distant music), Mystic Beach Blue #3 (Image)
Supplies and Styles: Eraser (Mermaid AU), Collage (Alyn, kinda)
Word Count: 1,092
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Jack has another crush. Lucas has a problem. Bryce has an adventure.
Next fic we talk to the girls more. Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
The afternoon was quiet.
A ways further down the road beyond a pair of fences, one old and wooden and one locked and chain-link, a little gravel road skirted the forest, leading to the lakehouse. Ms. Blackwood went down with them in her car to show the way, then gave Dmitry the key.
They ordered pizza, though they had to pick it up at the estate, or more accurately Jack had to hang out outside the estate for thirty minutes because they were supposed to keep the gates locked when they weren't using them and it was quicker not to bother. He didn't mind much; Lucas waited with him. Lucas' mother apparently thought being sociable with the new guests was acceptable despite technically being punished. And that meant, well...
Jack had a thing for silky black hair. Lucas had silky black hair, and an awkward smile, and an air of aloofness that intensified when the adults were gone. Jack wasn't sure Lucas was interested- or if he himself was- but it was good company. Neither of them spoke much.
By the time lunch came, Jack couldn't stop yawning. He only managed to eat four slices before dragging himself up to a bed.
*
After Jack left, Lucas went up to his room to take a shower and a nap. He wasn't sure what time he'd fallen asleep, but if he'd slept 'til nine, it was probably after when he'd intended to sneak back in the house. Which meant he was wrong when he told himself he could have out last night out in the lake before leaving it alone for the summer. His willpower had slipped.
That sounded like a great reason to curl up irritably in bed and get some real sleep.
Predictably, something started vibrating on his bedside table as soon as he tried it. He reached over and tapped his phone. A message popped up.
S T: We need to talk.
Lucas glared at the screen. After a moment's deliberation he picked up the phone and typed out an answer.
Why?
The response was immediate. S T: You said there would be one. I count one adult, three children.
Two teenagers, and are you seriously spying on our renters.
Bite me. You know what this means.
Lucas pressed his head against the screen and sighed. Another response came while he was thinking: Did you lie?
He frowned. I wouldn't do that to you. My mother "forgot" to mention it. :/ We can talk... can you give me a few hours?
That girl is back too.
Lucas rolled over on his back and clenched his hands at the ceiling.
*
The afternoon dragged on as if it were a school day. Jack fell asleep and apparently asking the boy who was supposed to help them was too much, so Uncle Dmitry enlisted Bryce and Alyn to continue dragging in bags and suitcases so he could get the U-Haul back that day. Then Alyn said she really needed to work on her summer project for school, so it was just Bryce.
He was going to dread high school if they seriously had summer projects.
The cabin was pretty big, at least. It was two floors, plus a furnished attic that Uncle Dmitry picked to work and sleep in. There were only two bedrooms, so Bryce had to share with Jack. Since his cousin was already in said room, he spent most of the afternoon in the living room playing games on his tablet and ignoring Uncle Dmitry as he went in and out. In the end, everyone was too exhausted to be hungry, so they had cereal for dinner. He gained a little trust when Uncle Dmitry didn't even react to his request for Cocoa Puffs.
Before Bryce knew it, the sun was low in the sky, and he was even more bored than before. The only light shone through the window-blinds, not quite the orangey-red of sunset, but with a certain visibly-fading intensity. Bryce was a little surprised at how pretty it was; his thoughts didn't usually run in that direction. It occurred to him that going outside would be further away from people.
He put his tablet away and went to find his uncle.
The attic was weird-smelling and stuffed with furniture. His uncle was busy airing things out and shoving things around; he looked irritable, but then he always looked irritable, from what Bryce could tell.
"Can I go outside?" he asked from the doorframe.
Dmitry looked at him and seemed to consider the question. "Sure. Stay where you can see the lake so you don't get lost when it gets dark."
Bryce grunted. "Okay."
Despite being technically summer, in a sleeveless shirt and loose jeans, it was a little chilly outside. The lake had stayed a little foggy all day, and now that the sun was fading, it seemed to be increasing. Bryce had lived most of his life in New York, and while it wasn't like he hadn't ever seen a tree or something stupid like that, being utterly surrounded by eerie fog and pines several times his height was not exactly normal.
He jogged along the lakeshore and into the woods, aiming to be unable to see the cabin's lights as soon as possible.
The lake's edge was long, and it wasn't far into the trees that it became a bit dark. The forest floor was green, littered with needles and thick grass. Moss grew over the trees, and birds called in the distance. After several minutes, Bryce slowed down- and calmed down. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he already didn't mind being there. He was sure that would change as soon as he ran out of things to do, though. Everything in the place gave him a weird, good feeling. He started looking up bird calls.
It felt like forever he was walking, as the cabin receded to a point of shining light in the distance.
Far in the distance, Bryce began to hear music.
It took him a second to realize what he was hearing. High and light, it sounded almost like birdsong, but it wasn't. It was something like a violin or a flute- too far away to quite make out. All his tension, all the world outside faded away as he heard it, and it seemed like the breeze in the pines was just the leaves dancing to the tune.
Without entirely deciding to do it, he followed the music deeper into the woods. The sun began to set.
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