a revelation in the light of day;

[crossfortune]

Name: Mischa
Story: tales from the drowned world
Colors: verdigris (bits of pottery and glass), bistre (genius requires an audience),
Supplies and Styles: graffiti (the self-insert challenge), canvas
Word Count: 169
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: N/A, I think
Summary: Myca Valeth has a dream: and in this dream, he meets a most curious young man.


Myca dreams of walking down a long hallway of mirrored glass and harnessed lightning, his image reflected back a thousand times, light dancing off the edge of the glass. Somewhere, far away, he can hear someone singing, soft and clear.

The hallway opens into another room, more glass reflecting back, the light soft and dim.

Standing in the center of the room is a slender young man, dressed all in black, with short dark hair and slightly almond-shaped dark eyes hidden behind slim, square spectacles, holding a large book in his arms. Beneath his booted feet, shards of broken mirror glimmer, glass like fallen stars, and a large, green cloth frog sits on his shoulder.

(there is power in him, if not quite the same kind of power as his father: both lesser and greater.)

The young man meets his eyes and smiles, sadly, and opens the book. “I’m sorry,” he says, as the ink runs like tears down the pages, swirling into nothing. “I’m so very sorry.”

Comments

[shipwreck_light]

The man may be sorry, but I hella am not. I really enjoyed reading this!

[crossfortune]

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

(I'm actually fairly sorry for a lot of the things I do to my characters. really. doesn't stop me from doing them)

[kay_brooke]

Ooh, excellent self-insert! Your poor characters.

[crossfortune]

Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[greenling]

And then the plushfrog looks at him with its cute, sparkling, eldritch eyes and speaks one terrible word: "Ribbit."

Well, maybe not. I like your description better.

[crossfortune]

Thank you for reading.

It probably wouldn't hurt him much, given his father.

[novel_machinist]

The image of the green on his shoulder was vivid. I liked the description here.

And a great idea, though my characters would probably punch me in the face.

[crossfortune]

Thank you.

Most of mine probably would, too.

[bookblather]

This is AMAZING.

(incidentally, I love how many of the self-insert fics are deeply apologetic.)

[crossfortune]

Thank you - I'm glad you liked it.

(at least we're at least a little sorry for what we do to our characters?)

[bookblather]

Most of us, anyway...

[crossfortune]

Very true: sometimes I forget that not all of us are.

[bookblather]

*GLARES POINTEDLY AT SHADOWSONG*

ahem not that I'm bitter about how she treats one of my favorite of her characters or anything.

[crossfortune]

No, not at all.

It's definitely a good thing her characters can't meet her.