a little pick-me-up...
...for littlemouseling , who's having a hard time right now. She's also doubting her sketchblog, so I'm plugging it (I will on dA too). Please, please please drop by. Leave plentiful comments: she and I share the same brain and looooove feedback. Even if you're not an artist, say what you like, you don't like, what's confusing. The worst part for a writer or an artist is to hear "It's good." So drop by, leave some comments: her art is akin to my writing; it's what we love to do more than anything, and any comments are appreciated, especially when we're feeling down.
As such I'm going to do a couple of drabbles for her as today's entry.
So onto drabble numero uno:
Sai really didn't appreciate this.
She'd been training diligently for quite a while now. Half a year? She couldn't remember. Regardless! She'd made good progress in the Water Domain; Jemilline herself had told Sai so, and the ice maiden practically burst with happiness and threw herself into her training with vigor.
Then Jeremy had to come along and spoil it all.
"I didn't realize you'd taken it so personally, Snowflake," he murmured.
"What else was I supposed to do, Jeremy? Sit there helpless when something else happens? I'd at least like to be able to defend myself so you, I don't know, get decapitated again?" Her eyes were not burning and her hands were not clenched and she was not thinking of his head separated from his body, thunking at her feet as an odd keening noise sounded through the air. She'd realized, as the man was reaching for her with an insane grin, that it was her making that strange noise, she was a mute and she was making noise and oh god, Jeremy's fine, he's fine he can't really die, it's okay, it's okay OH GOD HE'S NOT MOVING.
"Sai. Sai!" He was shaking her as much as he dared, afraid any more pressure would snap her arm in two; she was so fragile, still. Her breath hitched and she wiped at her face, droplets from her eyes crystalizing and clink-clacking as they bounced and rolled on the floor. "It's okay, Sai, that's over, that's done."
"You and I are going to live a long time, Jeremy. There's no guarantee that it's not going to happen again. I...I've seen enough..."
Aunt's blood splattering everywhere, turning raven hair white, the noiseless scream of the little girl finishing the job the blood had started, the shock too much, too much.
Jeremy cringed and drew her to him gently, and she buried her face in his shirt and shook and he pet her hair, and paused. "Snowflake...is your hair getting longer?"
"Growing it out," she responded, pulling back. "Can I please continue my training now?"
"Take a day or two a week off," he pleaded. "Please."
Sai paused, recalling sitting there sketching while he played his violin, and if he'd sit still for just three minutes she'd get the scratchings on paper and go from there, but he could never stand to just sit there and she smiled to herself and told herself she'd just have to make do. And occasionally the little kitten that they'd found would clamber up in his lap and pluck at a string and he'd hold it high and say no, Snow, this isn't for you to play with.
She wondered how little Snow was.
Sai looked up at Jeremy, realizing again how tiny she was compared to him and how he'd never, ever asked too much of her. All he wanted was a day or two off.
"...I suppose," she said slowly. "But--" His smile stopped halfway up his face. "You stop treating me like I'm fine china."
Jeremy pursed his lips slightly, but nodded.
Mwer, idk. Sai and Jeremy (two of Sam's characters) deserve some lovin'. I just didn't really have anything in mind when I wrote them, so out came this. Not exactly what I wanted, but I have sort of something planned for something better, but this'll do as a lameopickmeupandI'mjuststillgoingandidkwhatI'msayin'soI'mmagotakeanapnowpeace
As such I'm going to do a couple of drabbles for her as today's entry.
So onto drabble numero uno:
Sai really didn't appreciate this.
She'd been training diligently for quite a while now. Half a year? She couldn't remember. Regardless! She'd made good progress in the Water Domain; Jemilline herself had told Sai so, and the ice maiden practically burst with happiness and threw herself into her training with vigor.
Then Jeremy had to come along and spoil it all.
"I didn't realize you'd taken it so personally, Snowflake," he murmured.
"What else was I supposed to do, Jeremy? Sit there helpless when something else happens? I'd at least like to be able to defend myself so you, I don't know, get decapitated again?" Her eyes were not burning and her hands were not clenched and she was not thinking of his head separated from his body, thunking at her feet as an odd keening noise sounded through the air. She'd realized, as the man was reaching for her with an insane grin, that it was her making that strange noise, she was a mute and she was making noise and oh god, Jeremy's fine, he's fine he can't really die, it's okay, it's okay OH GOD HE'S NOT MOVING.
"Sai. Sai!" He was shaking her as much as he dared, afraid any more pressure would snap her arm in two; she was so fragile, still. Her breath hitched and she wiped at her face, droplets from her eyes crystalizing and clink-clacking as they bounced and rolled on the floor. "It's okay, Sai, that's over, that's done."
"You and I are going to live a long time, Jeremy. There's no guarantee that it's not going to happen again. I...I've seen enough..."
Aunt's blood splattering everywhere, turning raven hair white, the noiseless scream of the little girl finishing the job the blood had started, the shock too much, too much.
Jeremy cringed and drew her to him gently, and she buried her face in his shirt and shook and he pet her hair, and paused. "Snowflake...is your hair getting longer?"
"Growing it out," she responded, pulling back. "Can I please continue my training now?"
"Take a day or two a week off," he pleaded. "Please."
Sai paused, recalling sitting there sketching while he played his violin, and if he'd sit still for just three minutes she'd get the scratchings on paper and go from there, but he could never stand to just sit there and she smiled to herself and told herself she'd just have to make do. And occasionally the little kitten that they'd found would clamber up in his lap and pluck at a string and he'd hold it high and say no, Snow, this isn't for you to play with.
She wondered how little Snow was.
Sai looked up at Jeremy, realizing again how tiny she was compared to him and how he'd never, ever asked too much of her. All he wanted was a day or two off.
"...I suppose," she said slowly. "But--" His smile stopped halfway up his face. "You stop treating me like I'm fine china."
Jeremy pursed his lips slightly, but nodded.
Mwer, idk. Sai and Jeremy (two of Sam's characters) deserve some lovin'. I just didn't really have anything in mind when I wrote them, so out came this. Not exactly what I wanted, but I have sort of something planned for something better, but this'll do as a lameopickmeupandI'mjuststillgoingandidkwhatI'msayin'soI'mmagotakeanapnowpeace