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Posting...at long last...
entry for my group. If you like Diadem, please enjoy! :D (Everyone should like diadem...)
Title: Of Score’s Not-Quite Inebriation
Author: Ayaia of the Moon
Pairing: Score/Helaine
Fandom: Diadem: Worlds of Magic
Theme: #5: "ano sa" ("hey, you know....")
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I own Diadem! Really! Am I lying? Yes! But I wish I weren’t…
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Of Score’s Not-Quite Inebriation
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They’d talk sometimes, instead of mindlessly snog, like they were certain Jenna and Pixel did. (Not to say that they didn’t mindlessly snog sometimes, though)
Score would always tire first. Helaine would sit on the floor of his room, trailing her fingers through his hair as his head lay in her lap, and he’d babble incoherently about almost anything. He once tried to explain the plotline of a story concerning a man who’d been bitten by a spider and gained superpowers, but the combination of Helaine’s poor understanding and Score’s own tired, slurred speech made for a very muddled story.
Once, the conversation turned to his childhood. He talked calmly of his mother’s death, and the years that followed.
“Firs’ time ‘e hit me I was bowled over. He’d never hit me. Hit her. Made me mad. But ‘e hit me. An’ nearly broke my nose. Jerk didn’ even care.”
He didn’t speak, and Helaine almost thought he’d fallen asleep. She started when he kept speaking.
“Followed lotsa rules. Weren’t really rules, but…they were, ya know?”
“No,” Helaine answered honestly.
“Like…whenever I’d run…I couldn’t go t’Central Park. Tha’s where they looked fer me.”
Helaine traced circles on his forehead, feeling fatigued. These strange talks of theirs always were so interesting…she wondered what made him so honest. Had his weariness made for a sort of delirium, or inebriation?
“Couldn’ go alotta places, after awhile. Went to the East River once…wanted t’jus’ jump in. Sink. Wouldda been easy.”
Helaine paused in her circle-tracing. He’d…he’d wanted to kill himself?
“Didn’, tho, did I?” He grinned, looking up at her, smiling tiredly.
“No,” Helaine whispered, leaning down, kissing him awkwardly on the lips - it was odd to kiss upside-down.
“Hey…y’know…everything turned out pretty good, though.”
“I agree.”
“Even though m’dad was kinduva lunatic.”
“If it weren’t for that, do you think you would have wanted to come here?”
“Dunno if Oracle wouldda left me alone.”
Helaine had to smile at that. It was true. In her own situation, even with her father’s antics, she wouldn’t have been able to not go to Treen. It had been Oracle’s meddling in the first place that had made escape necessary.
“We’re all sortsa screwed up, aren’t we, Helaine?”
Helaine sighed, pushing her long hair off her face and stretching her back. “Yes,” she answered at length, prodding at his chest, wordlessly asking him to move his head from its position in her lap.
“Aww, yer bailin’ on me,” Score muttered, scooting his head ungracefully sideways, out of Helaine’s lap and onto the floor with a thunk.
“We must rest,” Helaine said quietly, getting to her feet slowly, stretching out her cramped legs. Her right foot had fallen asleep.
“We were restin’ fine,” Score argued, but his next retort was punctured with a loud yawn.
“We shall continue our discussion later, agreed?” Helaine pulled a face, massaging her foot, willing feeling to come back into it.
“Sure thing,” Score said amiably, settling his head into the crook of his elbow as he rolled over, demonstrating his intent to go to sleep right there.
“It would be astonishingly more comfortable to rest in your bed,” Helaine couldn’t help pointing out, nudging him lightly with her toe.
“It’s astonishing how you keep interrupting my well-deserved sleep,” Score returned, groaning and getting to his feet nonetheless to retire in the comfort of his pillows.
“Why do you think we continue this strange exchange?” Helaine queried, leaning on the doorframe, honestly curious. “It has no point.”
“Sure it does.” Score smiled crookedly. “Who wouldn’ kill t’have a beautiful chick like you innis room all hoursa th’night?”
Helaine flushed a little in spite of herself. Even in this half-dead state, he was still cracking jokes and flattering her shamelessly. “You have the audacity of a court jester.”
“Thanks…I think…” Score muttered, planting a quick kiss on her lips, only to about-face abruptly, falling with a sigh into his sheets.
“I liked you better when I was kissing you upside-down,” Helaine stated, extinguishing the torch smartly, and flouncing toward the exit, to sleep in her own room.
“I love you too,” Score murmured, already sinking into slumber.
Helaine never did quite understand him sometimes…but the next evening found her once again in his room, continuing their discussion. She’d never said she wasn’t willing to learn, even if the subject matter did range from Earth’s strange entertainment to the exact science that was making some kind of meat sauce for noodles.
Or they’d just mindlessly snog.
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A U T H O R S N O T E
No idea, really, where this was taking me. I didn’t know when exactly to stop…and the words just kept leaking out of poor NotInebriated! Score.
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Trying to get back in the game…I wanna finish these themes before I do anything else…but you never know where my strange imagination will take me… (insert evil laugh here)
Alles Liebe!
~Ayaia
Posting...at long last...
entry for my group. If you like Diadem, please enjoy! :D (Everyone should like diadem...)
Title: Of Score’s Not-Quite Inebriation
Author: Ayaia of the Moon
Pairing: Score/Helaine
Fandom: Diadem: Worlds of Magic
Theme: #5: "ano sa" ("hey, you know....")
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I own Diadem! Really! Am I lying? Yes! But I wish I weren’t…
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
Of Score’s Not-Quite Inebriation
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
They’d talk sometimes, instead of mindlessly snog, like they were certain Jenna and Pixel did. (Not to say that they didn’t mindlessly snog sometimes, though)
Score would always tire first. Helaine would sit on the floor of his room, trailing her fingers through his hair as his head lay in her lap, and he’d babble incoherently about almost anything. He once tried to explain the plotline of a story concerning a man who’d been bitten by a spider and gained superpowers, but the combination of Helaine’s poor understanding and Score’s own tired, slurred speech made for a very muddled story.
Once, the conversation turned to his childhood. He talked calmly of his mother’s death, and the years that followed.
“Firs’ time ‘e hit me I was bowled over. He’d never hit me. Hit her. Made me mad. But ‘e hit me. An’ nearly broke my nose. Jerk didn’ even care.”
He didn’t speak, and Helaine almost thought he’d fallen asleep. She started when he kept speaking.
“Followed lotsa rules. Weren’t really rules, but…they were, ya know?”
“No,” Helaine answered honestly.
“Like…whenever I’d run…I couldn’t go t’Central Park. Tha’s where they looked fer me.”
Helaine traced circles on his forehead, feeling fatigued. These strange talks of theirs always were so interesting…she wondered what made him so honest. Had his weariness made for a sort of delirium, or inebriation?
“Couldn’ go alotta places, after awhile. Went to the East River once…wanted t’jus’ jump in. Sink. Wouldda been easy.”
Helaine paused in her circle-tracing. He’d…he’d wanted to kill himself?
“Didn’, tho, did I?” He grinned, looking up at her, smiling tiredly.
“No,” Helaine whispered, leaning down, kissing him awkwardly on the lips - it was odd to kiss upside-down.
“Hey…y’know…everything turned out pretty good, though.”
“I agree.”
“Even though m’dad was kinduva lunatic.”
“If it weren’t for that, do you think you would have wanted to come here?”
“Dunno if Oracle wouldda left me alone.”
Helaine had to smile at that. It was true. In her own situation, even with her father’s antics, she wouldn’t have been able to not go to Treen. It had been Oracle’s meddling in the first place that had made escape necessary.
“We’re all sortsa screwed up, aren’t we, Helaine?”
Helaine sighed, pushing her long hair off her face and stretching her back. “Yes,” she answered at length, prodding at his chest, wordlessly asking him to move his head from its position in her lap.
“Aww, yer bailin’ on me,” Score muttered, scooting his head ungracefully sideways, out of Helaine’s lap and onto the floor with a thunk.
“We must rest,” Helaine said quietly, getting to her feet slowly, stretching out her cramped legs. Her right foot had fallen asleep.
“We were restin’ fine,” Score argued, but his next retort was punctured with a loud yawn.
“We shall continue our discussion later, agreed?” Helaine pulled a face, massaging her foot, willing feeling to come back into it.
“Sure thing,” Score said amiably, settling his head into the crook of his elbow as he rolled over, demonstrating his intent to go to sleep right there.
“It would be astonishingly more comfortable to rest in your bed,” Helaine couldn’t help pointing out, nudging him lightly with her toe.
“It’s astonishing how you keep interrupting my well-deserved sleep,” Score returned, groaning and getting to his feet nonetheless to retire in the comfort of his pillows.
“Why do you think we continue this strange exchange?” Helaine queried, leaning on the doorframe, honestly curious. “It has no point.”
“Sure it does.” Score smiled crookedly. “Who wouldn’ kill t’have a beautiful chick like you innis room all hoursa th’night?”
Helaine flushed a little in spite of herself. Even in this half-dead state, he was still cracking jokes and flattering her shamelessly. “You have the audacity of a court jester.”
“Thanks…I think…” Score muttered, planting a quick kiss on her lips, only to about-face abruptly, falling with a sigh into his sheets.
“I liked you better when I was kissing you upside-down,” Helaine stated, extinguishing the torch smartly, and flouncing toward the exit, to sleep in her own room.
“I love you too,” Score murmured, already sinking into slumber.
Helaine never did quite understand him sometimes…but the next evening found her once again in his room, continuing their discussion. She’d never said she wasn’t willing to learn, even if the subject matter did range from Earth’s strange entertainment to the exact science that was making some kind of meat sauce for noodles.
Or they’d just mindlessly snog.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
A U T H O R S N O T E
No idea, really, where this was taking me. I didn’t know when exactly to stop…and the words just kept leaking out of poor NotInebriated! Score.
O.o
Trying to get back in the game…I wanna finish these themes before I do anything else…but you never know where my strange imagination will take me… (insert evil laugh here)
Alles Liebe!
~Ayaia