A Very Happy Belated Lytton Birthday!
lovelylytton , I'm so very sorry that I missed your birthday. I have been trying to activate my muse into coming up with something for your birthday despite it being late.
And then last night, in ficchat, covenmouse , shared something with us that had us all going, "Nuh-uh!" (kinda). And it triggered an idea.
It triggered it so hard I dreamt a fic.
About Kunzite.
Dude, I never ever dream about Kunzite.
So, while this is late, I hope that this birthday present brings a smile to your face. And I hope your birthday was fantastic!
At precisely 5:45, Kenneth Douglas let himself into his well-appointed apartment on the Upper East side. He set his briefcase down by the door and moved directly to his bedroom. Taking off his suit coat, he hung it neatly in his closet. He then removed his shoes and placed them on their small shelf, carefully parallel to each other, and then his tie was undone and placed in its spot among the other blue ties in his color coordinated tie rack.
Only then did he stop to look at the face in the mirror. As always, he was confused by what he saw. Flat grey-blue eyes looked back at him, as a crease in his brow reflected the ongoing battle between discontent and weariness. More confusing was what he saw with his mind’s eye--a younger version of himself with eyes full of life and dreams that would be better described as silver-blue and with white hair not cropped for cooperate America, but with a bit of length shaking his head in disappointment.
Kenneth never understood either the discontent or disappointment. He was successful, some might even say wealthy; healthy and in great shape--maintained by morning runs, weight training three days a week, and frequent pick up games on the weekend; and lived in the Greatest City on Earth. Sure, he might be a bit lonely, though he hated to admit that to himself or his friends, but in a world with hunger and starvation, disease, and war, he was extremely well-off.
Sighing, he closed the closet door, banishing the haunting images and dismissing, for the moment, the introspection. Moving into the kitchen, he heated a frozen meal in a box in his microwave and poured himself a glass of water.
Once the food was heated, he moved into his small living room, turned the television onto the local news, and began to eat. His plan, as it was every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, was to eat his dinner and then go to the gym.
However, his plans for the evening came to a crashing halt when a commercial caught his attention.
A world of possibilities. A world of ambiguity and adventure. Are you a person of purpose?
His fork dropped into the plastic bowl, as the words called out to him like a siren, and he stared, dumbfounded, at the television. This was what he’d been looking for, what he had dreamed about as boy and young man, not being a stock broker, but a life of adventure, making a difference, saving the world.
His food forgotten, he moved to his laptop and quickly went to the website. A bit of browsing, a personality test, and a fired off resume, and suddenly he felt the crease in his brow relax as he smiled. Somehow, he knew that a new life was about to start.
Oh, yes...the trigger--www.youtube.com/watch
And then last night, in ficchat, covenmouse , shared something with us that had us all going, "Nuh-uh!" (kinda). And it triggered an idea.
It triggered it so hard I dreamt a fic.
About Kunzite.
Dude, I never ever dream about Kunzite.
So, while this is late, I hope that this birthday present brings a smile to your face. And I hope your birthday was fantastic!
At precisely 5:45, Kenneth Douglas let himself into his well-appointed apartment on the Upper East side. He set his briefcase down by the door and moved directly to his bedroom. Taking off his suit coat, he hung it neatly in his closet. He then removed his shoes and placed them on their small shelf, carefully parallel to each other, and then his tie was undone and placed in its spot among the other blue ties in his color coordinated tie rack.
Only then did he stop to look at the face in the mirror. As always, he was confused by what he saw. Flat grey-blue eyes looked back at him, as a crease in his brow reflected the ongoing battle between discontent and weariness. More confusing was what he saw with his mind’s eye--a younger version of himself with eyes full of life and dreams that would be better described as silver-blue and with white hair not cropped for cooperate America, but with a bit of length shaking his head in disappointment.
Kenneth never understood either the discontent or disappointment. He was successful, some might even say wealthy; healthy and in great shape--maintained by morning runs, weight training three days a week, and frequent pick up games on the weekend; and lived in the Greatest City on Earth. Sure, he might be a bit lonely, though he hated to admit that to himself or his friends, but in a world with hunger and starvation, disease, and war, he was extremely well-off.
Sighing, he closed the closet door, banishing the haunting images and dismissing, for the moment, the introspection. Moving into the kitchen, he heated a frozen meal in a box in his microwave and poured himself a glass of water.
Once the food was heated, he moved into his small living room, turned the television onto the local news, and began to eat. His plan, as it was every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, was to eat his dinner and then go to the gym.
However, his plans for the evening came to a crashing halt when a commercial caught his attention.
A world of possibilities. A world of ambiguity and adventure. Are you a person of purpose?
His fork dropped into the plastic bowl, as the words called out to him like a siren, and he stared, dumbfounded, at the television. This was what he’d been looking for, what he had dreamed about as boy and young man, not being a stock broker, but a life of adventure, making a difference, saving the world.
His food forgotten, he moved to his laptop and quickly went to the website. A bit of browsing, a personality test, and a fired off resume, and suddenly he felt the crease in his brow relax as he smiled. Somehow, he knew that a new life was about to start.
Oh, yes...the trigger--www.youtube.com/watch