Fic: And With That, We're Off
WOrdcount: 303
Verse: Beyond The Rift
Notes: Written because I wanted to and I said that I would try and Write Dusty. Yes, I cheated and no, I don't care.
He doesn't know why he does it, not really. He doesn't even know if she'll like it but he wants to do something for her, wants to give her something because she's given him so much, givien him ahnother home when he thought he wouldn't have one, given him a friend and a place to sleep and pens and goodgoodgood things.
But this is all he has, all he can give her because he doesn't know how to get anything else, not really. He has his stories and the memories in his books and himself and that's it..
And that's not enough, not enough to tell her how wonderful she is.
But he can try, he can try and tell her with words and stories and all the things he can do..
So one day, or night rather, when he's curled up under Dusty's desk and they're talking idly, he offers to tell her a story. Not a fairytale, not something from any book she's ever read but one of his stories.
And she agrees, looking excited as she does so. It makes him excited and just a little nervous at the same time.
He tells her of beautiful planets and watches as they unfold within the room. He tells her of creates she would have never seen and smiles as they sniff at her hair and lick her face. He tells her everything he can remember and everything they did, taking them both through the world as best he can.
And then the story ends and everything goes back to normal, the world falls back into focus and they are back in her room and he is on the floor again.
"I love stories," he says to her grinning. "Lovelovelove them. You can go anywhere with a story, you can say anything."
Verse: Beyond The Rift
Notes: Written because I wanted to and I said that I would try and Write Dusty. Yes, I cheated and no, I don't care.
He doesn't know why he does it, not really. He doesn't even know if she'll like it but he wants to do something for her, wants to give her something because she's given him so much, givien him ahnother home when he thought he wouldn't have one, given him a friend and a place to sleep and pens and goodgoodgood things.
But this is all he has, all he can give her because he doesn't know how to get anything else, not really. He has his stories and the memories in his books and himself and that's it..
And that's not enough, not enough to tell her how wonderful she is.
But he can try, he can try and tell her with words and stories and all the things he can do..
So one day, or night rather, when he's curled up under Dusty's desk and they're talking idly, he offers to tell her a story. Not a fairytale, not something from any book she's ever read but one of his stories.
And she agrees, looking excited as she does so. It makes him excited and just a little nervous at the same time.
He tells her of beautiful planets and watches as they unfold within the room. He tells her of creates she would have never seen and smiles as they sniff at her hair and lick her face. He tells her everything he can remember and everything they did, taking them both through the world as best he can.
And then the story ends and everything goes back to normal, the world falls back into focus and they are back in her room and he is on the floor again.
"I love stories," he says to her grinning. "Lovelovelove them. You can go anywhere with a story, you can say anything."