31_days | original | catch a falling star and...
February 11: a pound of flesh
original, velle & kazuki
I meant for this to be way longer and way better, but school work is now eating me up because I haven't yet grasped the concept of planning ahead.
BLARGH
p.s. uh. backstory would be cool, right? well I. I don't know really. the idea just slapped me in the face about a month ago; thought of a girl falling out of the sky on top of some guy, laughed at the mental image, and then that song came on (the song the title is inspired by) and I thought: whoa, awesome! the boy caught a star and now he can make wishes and shit.
...I don't judge your mind, okay.
catch a falling star and put it in your pocket give it your bed
He stared. The girl wasn't heavy, so that was a point in his favor, but the fact that he didn't know what the hell was going on made him hesitant to move. For the moment, she was oblivious to him and his thoughts. She stretched her body. He watched as her arms went up, the muscles tight and reaching. Her hands directly pointed at the spot in the sky where she had fallen from to crash on top of him. The crash-- okay, did he have a major bump on his head, or was there really a naked glowing chick turning on his stomach to face him and smile?
"What..." he gaped, and her face was so close to his she seemed to suck in his exhale with a silent laugh. He thought he heard a small tinkling noise beside his ear. He moved his eyes to check if she had bells in her hands--well, it seemed logical in his head at the time--only to jerk away when he realized where her hands actually were.
Crab-walking backwards (which was actually more like flailing), he put as much distance as he could between them before smacking into a tree. He'd strayed from the sidewalk into someone's lawn. The girl was on her knees and leaning forward on her knuckles, watching him intently.
He narrowed his eyes. "What are you?" She didn't answer him. Instead she leaned back to sit on her heels and brought her arms up. She rolled her wrists and turned her arms, touched her index fingers together before matching them all together. He watched as she placed them on her collar bone, as she slid them down over her body, over her breasts and down her...
Both of them jumped when he yelled his question: "I said, what are you?!" The girl blinked at him. Her lips parted and--
Well. It wasn't the tinkling of bells. It was actually the loudest fucking shrieking noise he had ever heard in his life. He dumbly noted it beared resemblance to when his sister was little. Instinctively, and without planning, he lunged forward and gathered her up. He clapped his hand over her mouth and high-tailed it home.
"...Let's try this again. One more time." His hand hovered against her lips. He ignored the heat against his palm when she breathed, and the heat of his cheeks when she looked him in the eyes. "What. are. you."
She, quite promptly, shrieked. He pressed his hand against her mouth until he felt it close. Then he started a new task: trying to rip his hair out.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON THIS IS INSANE I WISH YOU WOULD JUST TALK LIKE A NORMAL PERSON" were some of the phrases littered between curses. He didn't know how he managed to hear it quite then, but he did: a tinkling noise that chimed behind him. He turned to see her touching her throat. She raised her eyes to him then. She smiled, and it seemed somehow brighter than her ethreal skin.
"I'm a star. I fell and you caught me. Thank you; I'm forever bound to you in debt."
The star, as she called herself, sat on his bed. She wasn't naked or glowing anymore. The first had been remedied with one of his long-sleeved shirts and some old pajama bottoms. The second when he wished that she had a human skin tone. He thought about that one the most.
"So I make a wish and you can fulfill it?" He scratched his collar bone, sitting at his desk chair and watching her.
"Mhmm," she said.
"Because you're a star? A falling star that I caught and so now you're stuck with me?"
"Mhmm," she said, amused.
He swiveled the chair and turned away from her. He worked on his homework and hoped she'd just fall asleep and not bother him.
His clock struck midnight when he turned back to her. She was still awake, and staring at him. "I wouldn't know what to wish for. I don't really know what I want for my life, or where it will go," he blurted.
She giggled. "Maybe that's what we're all put here to find out." She wrapped her arms around her legs and looked out the window.
'All?' he wondered, following her gaze to the stars.
...in hindsight, this might be a reflection on how I feel at this point in my life. Makes it somewhat droll.
original, velle & kazuki
I meant for this to be way longer and way better, but school work is now eating me up because I haven't yet grasped the concept of planning ahead.
BLARGH
p.s. uh. backstory would be cool, right? well I. I don't know really. the idea just slapped me in the face about a month ago; thought of a girl falling out of the sky on top of some guy, laughed at the mental image, and then that song came on (the song the title is inspired by) and I thought: whoa, awesome! the boy caught a star and now he can make wishes and shit.
...I don't judge your mind, okay.
catch a falling star and put it in your pocket give it your bed
He stared. The girl wasn't heavy, so that was a point in his favor, but the fact that he didn't know what the hell was going on made him hesitant to move. For the moment, she was oblivious to him and his thoughts. She stretched her body. He watched as her arms went up, the muscles tight and reaching. Her hands directly pointed at the spot in the sky where she had fallen from to crash on top of him. The crash-- okay, did he have a major bump on his head, or was there really a naked glowing chick turning on his stomach to face him and smile?
"What..." he gaped, and her face was so close to his she seemed to suck in his exhale with a silent laugh. He thought he heard a small tinkling noise beside his ear. He moved his eyes to check if she had bells in her hands--well, it seemed logical in his head at the time--only to jerk away when he realized where her hands actually were.
Crab-walking backwards (which was actually more like flailing), he put as much distance as he could between them before smacking into a tree. He'd strayed from the sidewalk into someone's lawn. The girl was on her knees and leaning forward on her knuckles, watching him intently.
He narrowed his eyes. "What are you?" She didn't answer him. Instead she leaned back to sit on her heels and brought her arms up. She rolled her wrists and turned her arms, touched her index fingers together before matching them all together. He watched as she placed them on her collar bone, as she slid them down over her body, over her breasts and down her...
Both of them jumped when he yelled his question: "I said, what are you?!" The girl blinked at him. Her lips parted and--
Well. It wasn't the tinkling of bells. It was actually the loudest fucking shrieking noise he had ever heard in his life. He dumbly noted it beared resemblance to when his sister was little. Instinctively, and without planning, he lunged forward and gathered her up. He clapped his hand over her mouth and high-tailed it home.
"...Let's try this again. One more time." His hand hovered against her lips. He ignored the heat against his palm when she breathed, and the heat of his cheeks when she looked him in the eyes. "What. are. you."
She, quite promptly, shrieked. He pressed his hand against her mouth until he felt it close. Then he started a new task: trying to rip his hair out.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON THIS IS INSANE I WISH YOU WOULD JUST TALK LIKE A NORMAL PERSON" were some of the phrases littered between curses. He didn't know how he managed to hear it quite then, but he did: a tinkling noise that chimed behind him. He turned to see her touching her throat. She raised her eyes to him then. She smiled, and it seemed somehow brighter than her ethreal skin.
"I'm a star. I fell and you caught me. Thank you; I'm forever bound to you in debt."
The star, as she called herself, sat on his bed. She wasn't naked or glowing anymore. The first had been remedied with one of his long-sleeved shirts and some old pajama bottoms. The second when he wished that she had a human skin tone. He thought about that one the most.
"So I make a wish and you can fulfill it?" He scratched his collar bone, sitting at his desk chair and watching her.
"Mhmm," she said.
"Because you're a star? A falling star that I caught and so now you're stuck with me?"
"Mhmm," she said, amused.
He swiveled the chair and turned away from her. He worked on his homework and hoped she'd just fall asleep and not bother him.
His clock struck midnight when he turned back to her. She was still awake, and staring at him. "I wouldn't know what to wish for. I don't really know what I want for my life, or where it will go," he blurted.
She giggled. "Maybe that's what we're all put here to find out." She wrapped her arms around her legs and looked out the window.
'All?' he wondered, following her gaze to the stars.
...in hindsight, this might be a reflection on how I feel at this point in my life. Makes it somewhat droll.