Fudge Ripple, Chocolate Truffle, and Mocha, with Pocky Chain and Chopped Nuts
Author: Nikki
Challenge: Fudge Ripple #1 (admiration), Chocolate Truffle #2 (star struck), Mocha #21 (too close for comfort)
Toppings/Extras: Pocky Chain, Chopped Nuts
Word Count: 389
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Takes place in May 2038. The title of this is Touch So Foreign.
Story: Second Genesis - Butterfly Effect AU
Summary: It all started with a picture.
Quickly ducking under the curtain into the darkroom, Emmett had to squint until his eyes adjusted. “Hey. You ready to go yet? Eden keeps fidgeting.”
“Eden fidgets if we don’t get somewhere fifteen minutes early. We’ll be good,” Alana muttered, carefully sponging water off of a recently developed print. “Remember that street festival we went to last week?”
“Yeah? What about it?”
“Check this out, cousin,” she told him, hanging the print up to finish drying. “It’s that drummer chick. The one that used the different types of buckets.”
Emmett moved closer, and looked. Something in his brain clicked.
~~~
In the black and white frame, you couldn’t tell how blue her dreadlocks were, or the odd neon crisscross of her shirt, but her motion and energy was set in the picture perfectly.
She was in mid-jump, mid-stretch, mid-turn, her hair whipping behind her like something alive and alien, the chains on her pants flashing. One foot was still barely on the stage while the other was connected with a metal bucket, and Alana had managed to capture the shot milliseconds before the bucket had been sent, dented and defeated, careening across the stage.
~~~
In his head, Emmett could almost hear the thunderous boom of a steel toed boot connecting with hollow metal, before it crashed across the cheap plywood that she stood on. It had synced up with the weird music she played over, the tumble of the bucket matching up with the autotuned voice that stuttered for someone to kiss her before she had dove across the stage to knock over the rest of her ‘drums’ in beat to the music. The clamor had ended as the song had, and she stood panting for breath amongst the wreckage.
~~~
“Oh, yeah. She was cool,” Emmett muttered after he realized he’d done nothing but stare at the print for a few seconds. “What was her name again?”
“Fuck if I know.” Alana stripped off the gloves she wore and tossed them into the trash. After making sure everything was safely tucked away, she turned off the safelight and left, leaving Emmett to stumble out into the hallway after her.
He was close to asking something else, like if there was program from the festival, before he realized how stupid he was being.
Chances were he’d never see that girl again.
Challenge: Fudge Ripple #1 (admiration), Chocolate Truffle #2 (star struck), Mocha #21 (too close for comfort)
Toppings/Extras: Pocky Chain, Chopped Nuts
Word Count: 389
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Takes place in May 2038. The title of this is Touch So Foreign.
Story: Second Genesis - Butterfly Effect AU
Summary: It all started with a picture.
Quickly ducking under the curtain into the darkroom, Emmett had to squint until his eyes adjusted. “Hey. You ready to go yet? Eden keeps fidgeting.”
“Eden fidgets if we don’t get somewhere fifteen minutes early. We’ll be good,” Alana muttered, carefully sponging water off of a recently developed print. “Remember that street festival we went to last week?”
“Yeah? What about it?”
“Check this out, cousin,” she told him, hanging the print up to finish drying. “It’s that drummer chick. The one that used the different types of buckets.”
Emmett moved closer, and looked. Something in his brain clicked.
~~~
In the black and white frame, you couldn’t tell how blue her dreadlocks were, or the odd neon crisscross of her shirt, but her motion and energy was set in the picture perfectly.
She was in mid-jump, mid-stretch, mid-turn, her hair whipping behind her like something alive and alien, the chains on her pants flashing. One foot was still barely on the stage while the other was connected with a metal bucket, and Alana had managed to capture the shot milliseconds before the bucket had been sent, dented and defeated, careening across the stage.
~~~
In his head, Emmett could almost hear the thunderous boom of a steel toed boot connecting with hollow metal, before it crashed across the cheap plywood that she stood on. It had synced up with the weird music she played over, the tumble of the bucket matching up with the autotuned voice that stuttered for someone to kiss her before she had dove across the stage to knock over the rest of her ‘drums’ in beat to the music. The clamor had ended as the song had, and she stood panting for breath amongst the wreckage.
~~~
“Oh, yeah. She was cool,” Emmett muttered after he realized he’d done nothing but stare at the print for a few seconds. “What was her name again?”
“Fuck if I know.” Alana stripped off the gloves she wore and tossed them into the trash. After making sure everything was safely tucked away, she turned off the safelight and left, leaving Emmett to stumble out into the hallway after her.
He was close to asking something else, like if there was program from the festival, before he realized how stupid he was being.
Chances were he’d never see that girl again.