[Newsies fic] Labor of Love
Title: Labor of Love
Author: kiriga
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Blink, Must, barely-there-implied Blush
Warnings: barely-there-implied-slash
Words: 400
Summary: Not many people know how Blink lost his eye and it's not a story he likes to tell.
Notes: I'm not really satisfied with this, mostly feels 'eh' about it. But eh. And, dear god please, don't ask about the title. I couldn't come up with something, so I took it from a song on my playlist. The end.
Written using 64damn_prompts's prompt nr 2. Metaphor.
Not many people know how Blink lost his eye and it’s not a story he likes to tell. There’s a rumor about how his cheerfulness is only a cover for a much darker mood, but no one knows and it remains a rather popular rumor, because no one can imagine losing an eye and not becoming bitter. But the truth is that Blink really is not bitter, not about petty things-petty in his opinion, that is-like that, but he is often momentarily resentful of the conditions under which he lives; he is much more prone to complaining, very heartily, about the plights of not selling all his papers or the prices of things or having to step in when a newsie in his vicinity tries to soak another. Losing his eye was just something that happened, and Blink thinks it isn’t fair to live a newsie’s life and still expect to not lose anything. Rather he thinks that he had gotten away pretty cheap; there was many things that meant more to him than one eye. He still had one eye left and the eye-patch made him look rather dashing, Blink thought.
He did remember how hateful he was right after he had lost his eye though. There hadn’t been many who could stand to be by his side then-either they were driven away by guilt, disturbed yet relieved that he was the one hurt and not them, or by his anger-and had it not been for Mush Blink was certain that he would have had become angry at the rest of the world. But Mush had been cheerful and considerate, kind yet not scared to yell back at him when Blink went too far in his verbal attacks, and he had kept Blink’s old self alive. Through it all he had refused to leave Blink’s side and they naturally became close. Years later it was unheard of that one of them went somewhere without the other and the rumors about them was many and varied-from cute to lame to plain disturbing. Neither of them cared.
A nickname for Mush had begun to be used shortly after Blink and he became inseparable and though no one had meant for either of them to hear it they had, and neither of them minded. Mush was indeed Blink’s left eye, and they both liked it that way.
Author: kiriga
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Blink, Must, barely-there-implied Blush
Warnings: barely-there-implied-slash
Words: 400
Summary: Not many people know how Blink lost his eye and it's not a story he likes to tell.
Notes: I'm not really satisfied with this, mostly feels 'eh' about it. But eh. And, dear god please, don't ask about the title. I couldn't come up with something, so I took it from a song on my playlist. The end.
Written using 64damn_prompts's prompt nr 2. Metaphor.
Not many people know how Blink lost his eye and it’s not a story he likes to tell. There’s a rumor about how his cheerfulness is only a cover for a much darker mood, but no one knows and it remains a rather popular rumor, because no one can imagine losing an eye and not becoming bitter. But the truth is that Blink really is not bitter, not about petty things-petty in his opinion, that is-like that, but he is often momentarily resentful of the conditions under which he lives; he is much more prone to complaining, very heartily, about the plights of not selling all his papers or the prices of things or having to step in when a newsie in his vicinity tries to soak another. Losing his eye was just something that happened, and Blink thinks it isn’t fair to live a newsie’s life and still expect to not lose anything. Rather he thinks that he had gotten away pretty cheap; there was many things that meant more to him than one eye. He still had one eye left and the eye-patch made him look rather dashing, Blink thought.
He did remember how hateful he was right after he had lost his eye though. There hadn’t been many who could stand to be by his side then-either they were driven away by guilt, disturbed yet relieved that he was the one hurt and not them, or by his anger-and had it not been for Mush Blink was certain that he would have had become angry at the rest of the world. But Mush had been cheerful and considerate, kind yet not scared to yell back at him when Blink went too far in his verbal attacks, and he had kept Blink’s old self alive. Through it all he had refused to leave Blink’s side and they naturally became close. Years later it was unheard of that one of them went somewhere without the other and the rumors about them was many and varied-from cute to lame to plain disturbing. Neither of them cared.
A nickname for Mush had begun to be used shortly after Blink and he became inseparable and though no one had meant for either of them to hear it they had, and neither of them minded. Mush was indeed Blink’s left eye, and they both liked it that way.