squee, yay, and ficlet
1. entangled_now wrote me comment fic yesterday on the prompt ♣ clover, and 'tis awesome, of course:
Cain/Glitch
2. Today it finally dawned on me that I could put some of the frequently used html stuff in Auto Text, like the lj cut and lj comm tags, a href, etc. with just the part between quote marks plain for filling in. Woo and double hoo!
3. I wanted to write something for this week’s magic4mula
*triangular…hunting…leaves…drawer* …. Oddly enough, the resulting ficlet wanted to be called THE EXACT SAME THING as last week’s ficlet, so I present you ANOTHER fic called “Restoration”, because if you can’t indulge the whims of your own fic, who can?
Title: Restoration
Character: Glitch
Rating: G, Gen
Word Count 525
Glitch was hunting through the drawer under his worktable with care. It wasn’t how he’d left it. It was full of leaves and spiders and little grey insects with many legs that undulated away from the light. The whole place was practically falling down around his ears- the glass in the big triangular window was broken, there was a tree branch coming through the wall, and the lines that had brought power from the castle were cut. He’d tried to open the shutters earlier to let in some more sun, only to have them both fall off into the forest.
He sat down on the floor, as all the furniture had been removed, probably to fuel Longcoat campfires. It was tiled, this floor, he remembered requesting tiles for easy clean up. It almost made him laugh now, humorlessly, that he’d ever been worried about a few splashes of chemicals or a broken vial.
“Glitch?” His name came wafting in from a distance, called by a woman’s voice. DG’s voice. He opened his mouth to say ‘I’m here’ and then realized he didn’t really want to be found. But a moment later, he heard footsteps crunching in the gravely weed-ridden walk, and the handle on the door turned, and she peeked her head in. “Glitch, are you…. Oh, dear.”
“Welcome to the secret clubhouse. Watch your step.”
She picked her way through the wrack and ruin of what had once been his refuge from the world.
“It’s in a bit of disarray, isn’t it?” she offered sympathetically.
“It’s just like me,” he said flatly. “Half empty and full of cobwebs. A shell of what it used to be.”
She sat down beside him. “Well, Glitch, it’s been fifteen annuals, you can’t be surprised it needs some work. They’ll repair it for you.”
“They’ll tear it down and build something new in its place and it’ll be very nice and shiny and nothing like it was…”
DG reached over and took his hand. “We’ll make sure they use the exact same blueprint,” she assured him gently. “We’ll make sure it’s the same place, just fixed up nicely. It’ll be exactly as you remember it.”
“Do you promise, DG?” he asked, clutching at her fingers.
“I promise.”
They sat there in silence for a while, and then Glitch offered, “I suppose we ought to get back, huh?”
“Yeah, you did freak everybody out a little, taking off like that just before the surgery was about to start.”
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see the old place again. I forgot about it until the last minute.” He brushed a dried leaf off the knee of his pajamas.
“It’s OK. I’ll make sure they take good care of it.” DG got up and helped pull Glitch to his feet. “And I’ll make sure they take good care of you, too,” she whispered, and hugged him tightly. “We’ll be there every minute, mother and AZ and me. We won’t let anything happen to you.”
Glitch nodded mutely, willing to be comforted by her reassurances. If DG said it would be OK, it would be OK.
“Come on, Glitch,” she urged, taking his hand again and drawing him toward the door. “Your future is waiting.”
~*~
Cain/Glitch
2. Today it finally dawned on me that I could put some of the frequently used html stuff in Auto Text, like the lj cut and lj comm tags, a href, etc. with just the part between quote marks plain for filling in. Woo and double hoo!
3. I wanted to write something for this week’s magic4mula
*triangular…hunting…leaves…drawer* …. Oddly enough, the resulting ficlet wanted to be called THE EXACT SAME THING as last week’s ficlet, so I present you ANOTHER fic called “Restoration”, because if you can’t indulge the whims of your own fic, who can?
Title: Restoration
Character: Glitch
Rating: G, Gen
Word Count 525
Glitch was hunting through the drawer under his worktable with care. It wasn’t how he’d left it. It was full of leaves and spiders and little grey insects with many legs that undulated away from the light. The whole place was practically falling down around his ears- the glass in the big triangular window was broken, there was a tree branch coming through the wall, and the lines that had brought power from the castle were cut. He’d tried to open the shutters earlier to let in some more sun, only to have them both fall off into the forest.
He sat down on the floor, as all the furniture had been removed, probably to fuel Longcoat campfires. It was tiled, this floor, he remembered requesting tiles for easy clean up. It almost made him laugh now, humorlessly, that he’d ever been worried about a few splashes of chemicals or a broken vial.
“Glitch?” His name came wafting in from a distance, called by a woman’s voice. DG’s voice. He opened his mouth to say ‘I’m here’ and then realized he didn’t really want to be found. But a moment later, he heard footsteps crunching in the gravely weed-ridden walk, and the handle on the door turned, and she peeked her head in. “Glitch, are you…. Oh, dear.”
“Welcome to the secret clubhouse. Watch your step.”
She picked her way through the wrack and ruin of what had once been his refuge from the world.
“It’s in a bit of disarray, isn’t it?” she offered sympathetically.
“It’s just like me,” he said flatly. “Half empty and full of cobwebs. A shell of what it used to be.”
She sat down beside him. “Well, Glitch, it’s been fifteen annuals, you can’t be surprised it needs some work. They’ll repair it for you.”
“They’ll tear it down and build something new in its place and it’ll be very nice and shiny and nothing like it was…”
DG reached over and took his hand. “We’ll make sure they use the exact same blueprint,” she assured him gently. “We’ll make sure it’s the same place, just fixed up nicely. It’ll be exactly as you remember it.”
“Do you promise, DG?” he asked, clutching at her fingers.
“I promise.”
They sat there in silence for a while, and then Glitch offered, “I suppose we ought to get back, huh?”
“Yeah, you did freak everybody out a little, taking off like that just before the surgery was about to start.”
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see the old place again. I forgot about it until the last minute.” He brushed a dried leaf off the knee of his pajamas.
“It’s OK. I’ll make sure they take good care of it.” DG got up and helped pull Glitch to his feet. “And I’ll make sure they take good care of you, too,” she whispered, and hugged him tightly. “We’ll be there every minute, mother and AZ and me. We won’t let anything happen to you.”
Glitch nodded mutely, willing to be comforted by her reassurances. If DG said it would be OK, it would be OK.
“Come on, Glitch,” she urged, taking his hand again and drawing him toward the door. “Your future is waiting.”
~*~