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White Opal #17, TARDIS Blue #13, Eisenhower Green #22
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Tiny Lights
'Verse: Lux
Colors: White Opal #17. Stream of consciousness, TARDIS Blue #13. That's the trouble with ideas: they only come a bit at a time., Eisenhower Green #22. no more monologuing
Supplies and Materials: photography, pastels (my current gen + romance card G1 "ancient"), acrylic, modeling clay, charcoal, glitter ("Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday." - John Wayne), glue ("You know what's possible today and what's not. You have a realistic outlook on life now...don't limit your options by playing it safe. A calculated risk could be your smartest strategy, especially if you're willing to act methodically, rather than impulsively.")
Word Count: 430
Rating: R
Characters: Lux, Mariko
Warnings: References to murder, implied interspecies sex
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Written in writing chat. Also, could I please have a story tag?
Lux trailed one long, slender finger down the viewscreen, showing the planet the CSP Station orbited, with all its tiny little dotted lights. An interesting perspective, this, being above a world. Lux had almost forgotten what it felt like.
Some mornings--what had been designated as 'morning' here on the Station, at least--the viewscreen was turned off after only a few seconds. Today...today was different.
Lux was almost in a perfect position to clean up the loose end that had been the entire reason for choosing this location, and would therefore soon be leaving it. There was a desire to savor the sight, the little dots scattered on the planetary surface below, one last time. It was unlikely that Lux would move today, but circumstances might force action. Before the week was out, everything would be neatly wrapped up. The creature, the representative of the species which had pursued the Opening, and his mate and spawn, they would all be destroyed. But, then again, there might be delays.
Because, of course, there was Mariko.
Lux had always had a fascination for humans, of all the sentient species in the universe. Perhaps because their design was so similar to Lux's own, merely...squashed, shorter, wider, with distressingly short shoulders. Closer, indeed, than any other species with whom Lux had made contact over the eons.
It wasn't that humans tended more towards individuality than any other species--there were others with comparable or even greater levels. It was a wild, colorful universe, particularly for beings like Lux, who were less...restricted.
But humans...humans held a special fascination. And Mariko had chosen to spend her off-hours here, with Lux. She was sleeping in the bed, Lux could hear her breathing, the smooth, sweet, steady rhythms of sated sleep, which humans were so, so good at.
Lux smiled. It would almost be a pity to tie up those loose ends. It would mean leaving Mariko behind. A shame.
But such things had to be done. The creatures had crossed boundaries that were not meant to be crossed, and, contrary to popular belief, Lux had just as much invested in those boundaries as the one who had placed them there.
Seeing the star crest over the planet's horizon, Lux knew the dots would soon be washed out, and delicately pressed the button that turned the viewscreen dark. Turning back to Mariko with a satisfied smile, Lux treasured and filed away the memory of the tiny lights, like so many stars dusting the planet’s surface.
Required vengeance or not, there were certain pleasures in crossing the boundaries.
Story: Tiny Lights
'Verse: Lux
Colors: White Opal #17. Stream of consciousness, TARDIS Blue #13. That's the trouble with ideas: they only come a bit at a time., Eisenhower Green #22. no more monologuing
Supplies and Materials: photography, pastels (my current gen + romance card G1 "ancient"), acrylic, modeling clay, charcoal, glitter ("Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday." - John Wayne), glue ("You know what's possible today and what's not. You have a realistic outlook on life now...don't limit your options by playing it safe. A calculated risk could be your smartest strategy, especially if you're willing to act methodically, rather than impulsively.")
Word Count: 430
Rating: R
Characters: Lux, Mariko
Warnings: References to murder, implied interspecies sex
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Written in writing chat. Also, could I please have a story tag?
Lux trailed one long, slender finger down the viewscreen, showing the planet the CSP Station orbited, with all its tiny little dotted lights. An interesting perspective, this, being above a world. Lux had almost forgotten what it felt like.
Some mornings--what had been designated as 'morning' here on the Station, at least--the viewscreen was turned off after only a few seconds. Today...today was different.
Lux was almost in a perfect position to clean up the loose end that had been the entire reason for choosing this location, and would therefore soon be leaving it. There was a desire to savor the sight, the little dots scattered on the planetary surface below, one last time. It was unlikely that Lux would move today, but circumstances might force action. Before the week was out, everything would be neatly wrapped up. The creature, the representative of the species which had pursued the Opening, and his mate and spawn, they would all be destroyed. But, then again, there might be delays.
Because, of course, there was Mariko.
Lux had always had a fascination for humans, of all the sentient species in the universe. Perhaps because their design was so similar to Lux's own, merely...squashed, shorter, wider, with distressingly short shoulders. Closer, indeed, than any other species with whom Lux had made contact over the eons.
It wasn't that humans tended more towards individuality than any other species--there were others with comparable or even greater levels. It was a wild, colorful universe, particularly for beings like Lux, who were less...restricted.
But humans...humans held a special fascination. And Mariko had chosen to spend her off-hours here, with Lux. She was sleeping in the bed, Lux could hear her breathing, the smooth, sweet, steady rhythms of sated sleep, which humans were so, so good at.
Lux smiled. It would almost be a pity to tie up those loose ends. It would mean leaving Mariko behind. A shame.
But such things had to be done. The creatures had crossed boundaries that were not meant to be crossed, and, contrary to popular belief, Lux had just as much invested in those boundaries as the one who had placed them there.
Seeing the star crest over the planet's horizon, Lux knew the dots would soon be washed out, and delicately pressed the button that turned the viewscreen dark. Turning back to Mariko with a satisfied smile, Lux treasured and filed away the memory of the tiny lights, like so many stars dusting the planet’s surface.
Required vengeance or not, there were certain pleasures in crossing the boundaries.
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Your story tag has been added.
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Yeah, Lux is a lot better at the godlike thing that certain persons would prefer XD
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Yeah, that's a pretty good way of describing Lux. ^^