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Title: Blue
Fandom: Discworld
Characters: Carcer Dun
Prompt: 015. Blue
Word Count: 110
Rating: PG for vaguely implied violence
Summary: Carcer had the eyes of a god.
Author's Notes: I realized about a day after writing this that my eyes are that color, which is rather scary, considering. Carcer and other Discworldy things are (C) Terry Pratchett as always.
For all the shapes and names they take, none of the gods can change the nature of their eyes, and it is these that betray their true character. Have deemed himself created in their image, man must, by necessity, be the same.
His eyes are blue; the file at Pseudopolis Yard says so. But it is not the blue of a normal eye, the color of the sky on a clear day or a child’s painting of the sea. It is colder paler-almost frozen.
Preserved in the ice is a soul far older than its form. It grins from behind his eyes as he moves in for the kill.
Fandom: Discworld
Characters: Carcer Dun
Prompt: 015. Blue
Word Count: 110
Rating: PG for vaguely implied violence
Summary: Carcer had the eyes of a god.
Author's Notes: I realized about a day after writing this that my eyes are that color, which is rather scary, considering. Carcer and other Discworldy things are (C) Terry Pratchett as always.
For all the shapes and names they take, none of the gods can change the nature of their eyes, and it is these that betray their true character. Have deemed himself created in their image, man must, by necessity, be the same.
His eyes are blue; the file at Pseudopolis Yard says so. But it is not the blue of a normal eye, the color of the sky on a clear day or a child’s painting of the sea. It is colder paler-almost frozen.
Preserved in the ice is a soul far older than its form. It grins from behind his eyes as he moves in for the kill.