[ficlet] i didn't start out this way
fic: I didn't start out this way
fandom: Tolkien
characters: an unnamed dragon
summary: the three things you didn't know about dragons
a/n: this really can fit in any fandom and probably I could just call it original fic ... but I've been inspired by The Hobbit, so there it is
[the gold was alive in the time before time and now you wonder why I rage and breathe fire?]The first thing you need to know is that I can't sleep without being near it - and it's painful to be awake and angry and tired for too long. (That's how you always find us and kill us. You couldn't know that we need sleep like air.)
The second thing you need to know is that it's not really the same anymore. The gold? It's dead. (It used to run in rivers, hot and beautiful in the ages before time when I was a child when we danced and danced upon our lifeblood running through the mountains.)
The third thing you need to know is that I didn't start out this way. (In the time before time before there was you trying to kill me as I find sleep - and yes, death - covered in the dead remnants of the waters I drank from and the fire that gave birth to me ... I was very much like you actually.)
It isn't easy to become a dragon.
It's harder once the world took our hearts away and small creatures (like we once were I suppose) came and took our precious breath and took advantage of it's lingering soul to turn it into a lifeless trinket to covet.
How did I turn out this way?
My darling, you made me.
Shall I return the favor?
(nope. that's not a metaphor. and nope again. I never, ever put feelings, thoughts, or emotions into my writing. go away leave me alone.)
pps- I am in knitting crunch-time and as soon as Christmas is over, I will finish the December meme and start writing again! Schedules are wonky and RL is a terrible mistress.
fandom: Tolkien
characters: an unnamed dragon
summary: the three things you didn't know about dragons
a/n: this really can fit in any fandom and probably I could just call it original fic ... but I've been inspired by The Hobbit, so there it is
[the gold was alive in the time before time and now you wonder why I rage and breathe fire?]The first thing you need to know is that I can't sleep without being near it - and it's painful to be awake and angry and tired for too long. (That's how you always find us and kill us. You couldn't know that we need sleep like air.)
The second thing you need to know is that it's not really the same anymore. The gold? It's dead. (It used to run in rivers, hot and beautiful in the ages before time when I was a child when we danced and danced upon our lifeblood running through the mountains.)
The third thing you need to know is that I didn't start out this way. (In the time before time before there was you trying to kill me as I find sleep - and yes, death - covered in the dead remnants of the waters I drank from and the fire that gave birth to me ... I was very much like you actually.)
It isn't easy to become a dragon.
It's harder once the world took our hearts away and small creatures (like we once were I suppose) came and took our precious breath and took advantage of it's lingering soul to turn it into a lifeless trinket to covet.
How did I turn out this way?
My darling, you made me.
Shall I return the favor?
(nope. that's not a metaphor. and nope again. I never, ever put feelings, thoughts, or emotions into my writing. go away leave me alone.)
pps- I am in knitting crunch-time and as soon as Christmas is over, I will finish the December meme and start writing again! Schedules are wonky and RL is a terrible mistress.