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rainbowfic2013-10-27 10:07 pm
greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2013-10-27 10:07 pm
Dirt Brown #18
Name: Greenling
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Dirt Brown #18 (Plough)
Supplies and Styles: Paint by Numbers (beat your swords into ploughshares)
Word Count: 750
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Jaymie and Alex have a little discussion and try to figure out what to do about the whole "horrible monster appearing and chasing us" thing. Not very satisfied with this, but less satisfied with being sick.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated. Chances are not bad that there's a pragraph or two in here I've missed editing...
It was a several-block sprint before Jaymie stopped, even half-dragging the white-haired guy along with him. By block two, the guy was huffing and puffing and trying to talk, but Jaymie was in no state of mind to be able answer him; by the end, he dove into a shadow somewhere, scrambling up against a wall and pulling the darkness thick around him. The white-haired guy fell to his knees, breathing heavily, crawling over to the wall to sit with his legs up.
They sat in silence for a long minute, catching their breath. Jaymie listened intently for the sounds of claws, or anything else that sounded out of place; nothing came.
Finally, his questions overwhelmed his fear. "What the hell did you do to bring that thing here?" he hissed.
"What? Why do you think I had anything to do with it?"
"It was chasing you." Jaymie was aware his glare was largely lost behind his glasses.
"Tk- because I threw a couch at it!" he scoffed. If Jaymie hadn't been so angry, he would've smirked; the guy puffed up like a defensive cat. "That doesn't mean- it was chasing the owner of that apartment before it even saw me! And anyhow, I don't see how it's any of your business."
That wiped the glare from Jaymie's face. He had been going to to ask about the couch- this guy was a twig- but instead, he turned to face the guy directly. "What's your name?"
"What?" He stared in confusion. "Alex. Why?"
"Hi Alex. I'm Jaymie." He extended a hand; Alex hesitated for a moment, staring at it. After a moment he seemed to realize what Jaymie intended, and took his hand to shake. Jaymie pulled his glasses down, glaring over the lenses. There was a slight chill in the darkness around them, enough that he could borrow it. "You have made this my business."
"A- all right." Alex shivered, gritting his teeth a little; Jaymie thought, maybe imagined, he felt a little resistance. That was novel, but he had no idea what it meant if he wasn't imagining it. "Look, I honestly had nothing to do with it. Good god, just because we got off on the wrong foot doesn't mean I'd endanger a major city by summoning something."
Summoning, he says, Jaymie thought, tucking that thought away for a later time when he wasn't crashing from terror-fueled adrenaline. "Then do you know how it got here?"
"No. Do you?"
Jaymie sighed. "No... but you'd think... I need to tell someone," he mumbled.
"Who would you tell? Is there... is there a process for this?" Alex asked, looking at him intently.
"...Who and what are you exactly?" Jaymie hated talking about this sort of thing; he always had the vague feeling that talking about it was like speaking of the Devil, so to speak, and he had plenty to worry about already. He had been too angry to think, but if something was going on, he had to.
Alex leaned back and sat up on his knees; he wiped the hand he had been supporting himself with on the brick behind, making a disgusted face. "I know you have no reason to trust me. You're rightfully worried about this; well, so am I. There's another man who may be in danger right now and one or both of us needs to help him. Can we just... wipe away first impressions, put this behind us for now, and deal with that? We don't have to tell each other any more than necessary." He sighed. "I'm here on business."
"That doesn't really answer my question," he huffed; but he swallowed his pride. He wasn't willing to trust this guy, but he was unsure enough as to his own motives (and Alex was right enough) that he didn't have much choice. "Okay; I will deal with this. If you're not involved, you don't have to worry about it."
Alex pursed his lips; he paused again before speaking. "Can I have some assurance that things are being dealt with? I'm not responsible, and I don't mind if you tell whoever you feel like everything you know about me, but at this point I think I'm involved."
"Fine. How about you give me your number and I'll call you?"
Alex looked as if he were going to object, but then shook his head. "If that's all I can get, I suppose I'll take it."
"Good," Jaymie said, and went to grab his phone.
Story: Asking for Roses
Colors: Dirt Brown #18 (Plough)
Supplies and Styles: Paint by Numbers (beat your swords into ploughshares)
Word Count: 750
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Jaymie and Alex have a little discussion and try to figure out what to do about the whole "horrible monster appearing and chasing us" thing. Not very satisfied with this, but less satisfied with being sick.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated. Chances are not bad that there's a pragraph or two in here I've missed editing...
It was a several-block sprint before Jaymie stopped, even half-dragging the white-haired guy along with him. By block two, the guy was huffing and puffing and trying to talk, but Jaymie was in no state of mind to be able answer him; by the end, he dove into a shadow somewhere, scrambling up against a wall and pulling the darkness thick around him. The white-haired guy fell to his knees, breathing heavily, crawling over to the wall to sit with his legs up.
They sat in silence for a long minute, catching their breath. Jaymie listened intently for the sounds of claws, or anything else that sounded out of place; nothing came.
Finally, his questions overwhelmed his fear. "What the hell did you do to bring that thing here?" he hissed.
"What? Why do you think I had anything to do with it?"
"It was chasing you." Jaymie was aware his glare was largely lost behind his glasses.
"Tk- because I threw a couch at it!" he scoffed. If Jaymie hadn't been so angry, he would've smirked; the guy puffed up like a defensive cat. "That doesn't mean- it was chasing the owner of that apartment before it even saw me! And anyhow, I don't see how it's any of your business."
That wiped the glare from Jaymie's face. He had been going to to ask about the couch- this guy was a twig- but instead, he turned to face the guy directly. "What's your name?"
"What?" He stared in confusion. "Alex. Why?"
"Hi Alex. I'm Jaymie." He extended a hand; Alex hesitated for a moment, staring at it. After a moment he seemed to realize what Jaymie intended, and took his hand to shake. Jaymie pulled his glasses down, glaring over the lenses. There was a slight chill in the darkness around them, enough that he could borrow it. "You have made this my business."
"A- all right." Alex shivered, gritting his teeth a little; Jaymie thought, maybe imagined, he felt a little resistance. That was novel, but he had no idea what it meant if he wasn't imagining it. "Look, I honestly had nothing to do with it. Good god, just because we got off on the wrong foot doesn't mean I'd endanger a major city by summoning something."
Summoning, he says, Jaymie thought, tucking that thought away for a later time when he wasn't crashing from terror-fueled adrenaline. "Then do you know how it got here?"
"No. Do you?"
Jaymie sighed. "No... but you'd think... I need to tell someone," he mumbled.
"Who would you tell? Is there... is there a process for this?" Alex asked, looking at him intently.
"...Who and what are you exactly?" Jaymie hated talking about this sort of thing; he always had the vague feeling that talking about it was like speaking of the Devil, so to speak, and he had plenty to worry about already. He had been too angry to think, but if something was going on, he had to.
Alex leaned back and sat up on his knees; he wiped the hand he had been supporting himself with on the brick behind, making a disgusted face. "I know you have no reason to trust me. You're rightfully worried about this; well, so am I. There's another man who may be in danger right now and one or both of us needs to help him. Can we just... wipe away first impressions, put this behind us for now, and deal with that? We don't have to tell each other any more than necessary." He sighed. "I'm here on business."
"That doesn't really answer my question," he huffed; but he swallowed his pride. He wasn't willing to trust this guy, but he was unsure enough as to his own motives (and Alex was right enough) that he didn't have much choice. "Okay; I will deal with this. If you're not involved, you don't have to worry about it."
Alex pursed his lips; he paused again before speaking. "Can I have some assurance that things are being dealt with? I'm not responsible, and I don't mind if you tell whoever you feel like everything you know about me, but at this point I think I'm involved."
"Fine. How about you give me your number and I'll call you?"
Alex looked as if he were going to object, but then shook his head. "If that's all I can get, I suppose I'll take it."
"Good," Jaymie said, and went to grab his phone.
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