Ficlets: from the 100 prompts (061) and for the camus-can't
title: Winter
word count: ~175
disclaimer: Kurumada and Toei own StS. All credit goes to them, and for me the debit of using their creations/property.
WARNING: this ficlet is in the spirit of the Camus-can’t Crusade. That to say, Gold Saint Aquarius Camus is NOT presented in a very nice way. If you find such a despicable thing unbearable or think anyone who sides with evil like that should be flamed, please don’t click in the cut. That said, the camus-can’tness is pretty soft.
061 - Winter
He saw them coming from the highest point of his house. The masses, uncultured and blind, are coming to get him. It was bound to happen, geniuses like himself have received the same treatment all over history. Across time and space, his kind has never been accepted and valued for what they were: human marvels. Was Galileo approved of, his theories applauded? The Greek philosophers that had given a home to the mind and a hold to the soul? He could go on, from naming the misunderstood prodigies of the East to imagining the shock on the faces of the primitives at seeing some fool spreading paint on the walls of their dwellings.
But they are already getting close, clamoring for him to step down and face their rage. And finally, when the mass is at his doorstep, he can make out the words:
“Camus, you damned idiotic fool! Why is Rhodario covered in snow? It’s the middle of June! You know what you’ve done to the harvest of these poor people?”
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And i still have a few more CCC ficlets written *mwhahahahahha*
word count: ~175
disclaimer: Kurumada and Toei own StS. All credit goes to them, and for me the debit of using their creations/property.
WARNING: this ficlet is in the spirit of the Camus-can’t Crusade. That to say, Gold Saint Aquarius Camus is NOT presented in a very nice way. If you find such a despicable thing unbearable or think anyone who sides with evil like that should be flamed, please don’t click in the cut. That said, the camus-can’tness is pretty soft.
061 - Winter
He saw them coming from the highest point of his house. The masses, uncultured and blind, are coming to get him. It was bound to happen, geniuses like himself have received the same treatment all over history. Across time and space, his kind has never been accepted and valued for what they were: human marvels. Was Galileo approved of, his theories applauded? The Greek philosophers that had given a home to the mind and a hold to the soul? He could go on, from naming the misunderstood prodigies of the East to imagining the shock on the faces of the primitives at seeing some fool spreading paint on the walls of their dwellings.
But they are already getting close, clamoring for him to step down and face their rage. And finally, when the mass is at his doorstep, he can make out the words:
“Camus, you damned idiotic fool! Why is Rhodario covered in snow? It’s the middle of June! You know what you’ve done to the harvest of these poor people?”
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And i still have a few more CCC ficlets written *mwhahahahahha*