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element_wizard) wrote2007-02-27 08:47 pm
element_wizard) wrote2007-02-27 08:47 pm
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Title: Where/n
Prompt: Where
There was no where for Alec.
Where indicated that he was somewhere in reality, and he did not exist in reality. He existed just outside of reality, interacting with it much like a ghost did. Ghosts were able to walk through walls because they weren't really there, trapped between the lands of the living and the lands of the dead. He was trapped between reality and unreality. Neither here nor there. It was one of the reasons why he could do what he could do. Not being in reality, he wasn't constrained by the rules of it.
Title: Study
Prompt Enemy
From his nest of blankets on the floor by the fireplace, Alec could see Orion when he worked at his desk. He would watch him through half lidded eyes when he wasn't sleeping, trying to give no physical indication that he was awake. (He figured from their link that Orion knew when he was awake and when he was asleep.) He would watch Orion, study his face, the way his mouth quirked as he read papers or eyes flicker to where Alec lay on the floor for just the briefest of instances before going back to the papers before him.
He memorized the contours of his face, the way his hair flopped, and the lines of his arms. He could study his master for hours and not get bored.
And Orion was his master. He knew that deep inside of him, that he did want to obey. He did want to leap to his master and lay at his feet. To adore him, to worship him, to be touched by him. But he also knew that he couldn't do that. That he had to resist that urge that huddled inside of him. Resist the need to do something, just to hear Orion say "Good boy".
He couldn't do that and still be him.
But... vaguely, he knew, he was fighting a losing battle.
Title Spring
Prompt Birthday
The Spring Child was the first child born on the Spring Equinox.
Alec, being born at 12:03 in the morning, held that lofty position.
It was a job of religious significance. When he was really young the priests would hold him (dressed in the finest clothes) and speak the prayers for him. When he got old enough, he spoke them himself. He had been proud the first time he had stumbled through the prayers by himself without any major mistakes.
After a few years it just became a bother. Something he had to do for his birthday. He didn't get to enjoy the day, he had duties.
And then he turned twenty five. He didn't need to do it anymore. He wasn't a child anymore.
It felt... odd. Like a part of his life was over.
Strange.
Prompt: Where
There was no where for Alec.
Where indicated that he was somewhere in reality, and he did not exist in reality. He existed just outside of reality, interacting with it much like a ghost did. Ghosts were able to walk through walls because they weren't really there, trapped between the lands of the living and the lands of the dead. He was trapped between reality and unreality. Neither here nor there. It was one of the reasons why he could do what he could do. Not being in reality, he wasn't constrained by the rules of it.
Title: Study
Prompt Enemy
From his nest of blankets on the floor by the fireplace, Alec could see Orion when he worked at his desk. He would watch him through half lidded eyes when he wasn't sleeping, trying to give no physical indication that he was awake. (He figured from their link that Orion knew when he was awake and when he was asleep.) He would watch Orion, study his face, the way his mouth quirked as he read papers or eyes flicker to where Alec lay on the floor for just the briefest of instances before going back to the papers before him.
He memorized the contours of his face, the way his hair flopped, and the lines of his arms. He could study his master for hours and not get bored.
And Orion was his master. He knew that deep inside of him, that he did want to obey. He did want to leap to his master and lay at his feet. To adore him, to worship him, to be touched by him. But he also knew that he couldn't do that. That he had to resist that urge that huddled inside of him. Resist the need to do something, just to hear Orion say "Good boy".
He couldn't do that and still be him.
But... vaguely, he knew, he was fighting a losing battle.
Title Spring
Prompt Birthday
The Spring Child was the first child born on the Spring Equinox.
Alec, being born at 12:03 in the morning, held that lofty position.
It was a job of religious significance. When he was really young the priests would hold him (dressed in the finest clothes) and speak the prayers for him. When he got old enough, he spoke them himself. He had been proud the first time he had stumbled through the prayers by himself without any major mistakes.
After a few years it just became a bother. Something he had to do for his birthday. He didn't get to enjoy the day, he had duties.
And then he turned twenty five. He didn't need to do it anymore. He wasn't a child anymore.
It felt... odd. Like a part of his life was over.
Strange.