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element_wizard) wrote2007-01-05 12:27 pm
element_wizard) wrote2007-01-05 12:27 pm
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title Fuzzy Memories
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element_wizard (Alec Alt.)
prompt touch
rating mature, some mention of brainwashy sort of things.
Author's notes/summary Orion is not mine, borrowed with permission. Also trying to de-flake him.
He lay in the gilded cage on silken pillows in the god's throne room, nothing more than a pretty thing to be looked at, like a colorful bird one kept for show. His eyes were closed as he dozed, thinking about his owner and his life. He couldn't remember much of his life before coming to the base. All he could remember really was Orion. The general consumed his thoughts and he craved to be back with him again. He wanted to be touched by him, held by him, fucked by him, long and hard.
He couldn't recall when he started to desire Orion's touches. It felt like it had always been that way, but he knew it wasn't true. He could recall defying him -though now he couldn't understand why he would do that - trying to hurt him (an idea that sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, but when had he started to enjoy hurting people?)- escape him (an idea that was absolutely abhorrent to him now). All ideas that seemed foolish.
He just couldn't recall the turning point. The what made him change his mind. It nagged at him like an itch in that spot where he couldn't scratch it.
He wanted to obey, but why did he want to obey? Because he loved Orion.
Why did he love Orion? He chewed on his lip as he tried to think of a reason beyond because it was Orion and Orion loved him and cared for him and gave him whatever he needed (as long as he was a good boy).
It was frustrating, to be sure.
Title In my head
Character Older Alec or Regular Alec when he had his chaos powers. (It sounds like different flavors of Alec, I'll have a regular Alec and a side of fries...>_>)
Prompt Too much
Rating Nothing to terrifying.
Author's notes: Sorry for the block paragraph of doom.
It was like this:
He could hear everything. Every little thing that was being said around him and near him and over there while he was at it but they weren't voices they were other hims and other realities and they were all in his head at the same time like a hundred different television sets all playing at the same time except there were more of them because there were more of him and he was everywhere and everything and he was someone's brother and father and son and they were all important except that one person but that was still him and he could hear them all at the same time never ending talking and murmuring their wants and desires their needs and hatred and fears and everything just coming all over the place, but that was not the worst of it because he could hear the multiverse too and it was always singing to him and vibrating before his eyes all the strings like a giant tapestry waiting for the weaver, which was him, to weave and check to see that the strings were right and clear with no horrible knots and he could see this all the time even when he closed his eyes in fact that just made it easier to see and it was so easy just to twitch a string here pull another one and watch as it all spun and bounced to his tune like the pied piper and his rats, reality was his plaything and it was there for him and then he heard Her laughing at him and knew that while reality was his plaything he was Hers.
Title Sight reading for dummies
Characters Little Alec (age nine or so)
prompt sight
Rating Fine for everyone
Author's notes Being dyslexic is bad, being dyslexic and being able to read different versions of the same book is worse.
Alec stared at the page in the book and tried to make out what it said.
At first he saw, "Wh iel tod ay teher are on ly twe lev fo undin g fam ilies, the re us ed ot beiffteen." Which didn't make any sense whatsoever.
So he tried again, slowly trying to make the letters make sense into words, pushing them into different orders until he came up with something that seemed reasonable, "While today there are only twelve founding families, there used to be fifteen."
Just to make sure, he labored his way through the sentence again, but came up with, "There are fifteen founding families."
Which he knew was wrong, because there used to be more words and letters. And the sentence, he was sure, didn't say that at all.
Giving a cry of frustration, he threw the book away from him.
Stupid books and their stupid words that never seemed to stay put. He couldn't understand how Laruna and Greywolf did it. They always made it sound so easy.
Maybe he was the stupid one and not the books, or maybe there was some trick he was missing. There had to be something. He just had to figure it out.
That was it... really... it had to be. Just something he had to figure out.
Character
element_wizard (Alec Alt.)prompt touch
rating mature, some mention of brainwashy sort of things.
Author's notes/summary Orion is not mine, borrowed with permission. Also trying to de-flake him.
He lay in the gilded cage on silken pillows in the god's throne room, nothing more than a pretty thing to be looked at, like a colorful bird one kept for show. His eyes were closed as he dozed, thinking about his owner and his life. He couldn't remember much of his life before coming to the base. All he could remember really was Orion. The general consumed his thoughts and he craved to be back with him again. He wanted to be touched by him, held by him, fucked by him, long and hard.
He couldn't recall when he started to desire Orion's touches. It felt like it had always been that way, but he knew it wasn't true. He could recall defying him -though now he couldn't understand why he would do that - trying to hurt him (an idea that sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, but when had he started to enjoy hurting people?)- escape him (an idea that was absolutely abhorrent to him now). All ideas that seemed foolish.
He just couldn't recall the turning point. The what made him change his mind. It nagged at him like an itch in that spot where he couldn't scratch it.
He wanted to obey, but why did he want to obey? Because he loved Orion.
Why did he love Orion? He chewed on his lip as he tried to think of a reason beyond because it was Orion and Orion loved him and cared for him and gave him whatever he needed (as long as he was a good boy).
It was frustrating, to be sure.
Title In my head
Character Older Alec or Regular Alec when he had his chaos powers. (It sounds like different flavors of Alec, I'll have a regular Alec and a side of fries...>_>)
Prompt Too much
Rating Nothing to terrifying.
Author's notes: Sorry for the block paragraph of doom.
It was like this:
He could hear everything. Every little thing that was being said around him and near him and over there while he was at it but they weren't voices they were other hims and other realities and they were all in his head at the same time like a hundred different television sets all playing at the same time except there were more of them because there were more of him and he was everywhere and everything and he was someone's brother and father and son and they were all important except that one person but that was still him and he could hear them all at the same time never ending talking and murmuring their wants and desires their needs and hatred and fears and everything just coming all over the place, but that was not the worst of it because he could hear the multiverse too and it was always singing to him and vibrating before his eyes all the strings like a giant tapestry waiting for the weaver, which was him, to weave and check to see that the strings were right and clear with no horrible knots and he could see this all the time even when he closed his eyes in fact that just made it easier to see and it was so easy just to twitch a string here pull another one and watch as it all spun and bounced to his tune like the pied piper and his rats, reality was his plaything and it was there for him and then he heard Her laughing at him and knew that while reality was his plaything he was Hers.
Title Sight reading for dummies
Characters Little Alec (age nine or so)
prompt sight
Rating Fine for everyone
Author's notes Being dyslexic is bad, being dyslexic and being able to read different versions of the same book is worse.
Alec stared at the page in the book and tried to make out what it said.
At first he saw, "Wh iel tod ay teher are on ly twe lev fo undin g fam ilies, the re us ed ot beiffteen." Which didn't make any sense whatsoever.
So he tried again, slowly trying to make the letters make sense into words, pushing them into different orders until he came up with something that seemed reasonable, "While today there are only twelve founding families, there used to be fifteen."
Just to make sure, he labored his way through the sentence again, but came up with, "There are fifteen founding families."
Which he knew was wrong, because there used to be more words and letters. And the sentence, he was sure, didn't say that at all.
Giving a cry of frustration, he threw the book away from him.
Stupid books and their stupid words that never seemed to stay put. He couldn't understand how Laruna and Greywolf did it. They always made it sound so easy.
Maybe he was the stupid one and not the books, or maybe there was some trick he was missing. There had to be something. He just had to figure it out.
That was it... really... it had to be. Just something he had to figure out.