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5 Treatments Chase Young Has To Use On His Hair
5. On second thought, the strawberry shampoo was probably a bad idea. No matter how good it smelled.
4. Chase Young mourned the passing of the sixties; he had rather been enjoying the hair-ironing craze. But he was an evil mastermind, after all, and from long experience knew that geniuses could not allow themselves to get stuck in the times; so with regret he packed away the ironing board and resigned himself to dealing with cowlicks sharp enough to take out someone's eye yet again.
3. Best purchase that he'd ever made: seventy percent of the stock of the L'Oreal company. They kept a chair open for him at shareholder's meetings and sent him free samples of shampoo.
2. Besides being a decent cook, the dragon-man wished he knew how to brew mayonaise. It gave the most lovely shine when worked into the roots.
1. Air beating, resounding like a drum about him: and the miles of his inky hair, whipping, catching in his mouth and slapping him in the face. The desert supine below, as tawny as a lion's belly, and no land beneath his feet: only, only, only this.
=3
And also some stuff with Dib and Tak, which was written for 31_days but then I ended up hating it and, uh, didn't post it. I like this idea and will probably appropriate it for something else eventually.
The first time: he looked into her cough-medicine eyes, which scintillated, flashed wild dreams. Fell momentarily into some otherspace where air rushed over his face, the sky around him blue, soaring, soaring. Dropped out of that world in an instant to stand upon the earth, looked at her and was amazed - amazed. Went to bed that night and dreamed vivid. Wild. Dreams.
Four years later Tak fell from space back down to the earth. Plunged right into Dib's yard again like a thumb dragged through cake frosting. He stood, amazed, thrilled by this godly joke - was this fate, or just irony? He went right away to see what could be salvaged. And so he caught Tak coming out, her legs pulped, dragging herself with her paklegs. A stream of ichor running from her mouth. "Dib," she rasped at the sight of him. "I didn't think I'd..." and she slouched, suddenly unconscious.
He picked her up, amazed at her lightness. Carried her to the labs feeling as if something special had fallen into his hand: a star, a firefly.
Two weeks later she awoke - naked, plush green skin exposed and prickling, punctured with needles which fed a glucose solution into her veins. Dib there, skipping school, hair damp and skin white as tallow. "Human," she said. "What have you done?"
Dib looked up from contemplating his clasped hands. "Hi," he said. "Were you aiming for my yard, or was it just freak chance that you landed here? Because, you know, it's not the first time falling alien artifacts have ruined the lawn."
"Mimi," Tak said, heavy with effort. "Did she come from the ship?"
Dib shrugged. He was plumbic, leaden, heavy with exhaustion. "It was too hot to get close. I didn't look for anything. You came out, and that was all."
She fell back down again, supine. Less threatening in her nudity. The coil worming from her skull gleamed coldly. Dib fixed upon it: remembering. Flight. Cold air in his throat. Made himself bold, reached out and touched it. "What it this? You did something to me with it, a long time ago."
"Ahh." Her lips drew away in an instinctive growl. "The hypnosis coil. I remember. So you liked it, human? I'm a little impressed." Leering, now, her voice dark, as awful and conniving as Zim. "Most of your kind can't handle it."
"Do it again," Dib said. His eyes blazing like a zealot's. "Give me another shot."
"Oh?" she grinned. Grimaced. "Come here."
He came closer and she pulled him down by the hair, training her eyes on his: the vast purple fields flashed like fireworks and drew him down into
flight
and the sea below
air rushing on my face
and
He woke sprawled on the floor, stiff, shaking. Eyes moistened. Already he ached to go back. Four years and he had forgotten that feeling. Now remembered and ached after it in his bones.
Tak looked closely at him when he managed to stand. Dib dragged himself up, stared back at her, pulsing sweat and radiant heat. Her eyes a gate to another world.
"What did you see?" she said lowly.
"I have to go," he replied, and went up to the roof to feel the breeze fingering his hair. It wouldn't be long before he went back and asked her again.
5 Treatments Chase Young Has To Use On His Hair
5. On second thought, the strawberry shampoo was probably a bad idea. No matter how good it smelled.
4. Chase Young mourned the passing of the sixties; he had rather been enjoying the hair-ironing craze. But he was an evil mastermind, after all, and from long experience knew that geniuses could not allow themselves to get stuck in the times; so with regret he packed away the ironing board and resigned himself to dealing with cowlicks sharp enough to take out someone's eye yet again.
3. Best purchase that he'd ever made: seventy percent of the stock of the L'Oreal company. They kept a chair open for him at shareholder's meetings and sent him free samples of shampoo.
2. Besides being a decent cook, the dragon-man wished he knew how to brew mayonaise. It gave the most lovely shine when worked into the roots.
1. Air beating, resounding like a drum about him: and the miles of his inky hair, whipping, catching in his mouth and slapping him in the face. The desert supine below, as tawny as a lion's belly, and no land beneath his feet: only, only, only this.
=3
And also some stuff with Dib and Tak, which was written for 31_days but then I ended up hating it and, uh, didn't post it. I like this idea and will probably appropriate it for something else eventually.
The first time: he looked into her cough-medicine eyes, which scintillated, flashed wild dreams. Fell momentarily into some otherspace where air rushed over his face, the sky around him blue, soaring, soaring. Dropped out of that world in an instant to stand upon the earth, looked at her and was amazed - amazed. Went to bed that night and dreamed vivid. Wild. Dreams.
Four years later Tak fell from space back down to the earth. Plunged right into Dib's yard again like a thumb dragged through cake frosting. He stood, amazed, thrilled by this godly joke - was this fate, or just irony? He went right away to see what could be salvaged. And so he caught Tak coming out, her legs pulped, dragging herself with her paklegs. A stream of ichor running from her mouth. "Dib," she rasped at the sight of him. "I didn't think I'd..." and she slouched, suddenly unconscious.
He picked her up, amazed at her lightness. Carried her to the labs feeling as if something special had fallen into his hand: a star, a firefly.
Two weeks later she awoke - naked, plush green skin exposed and prickling, punctured with needles which fed a glucose solution into her veins. Dib there, skipping school, hair damp and skin white as tallow. "Human," she said. "What have you done?"
Dib looked up from contemplating his clasped hands. "Hi," he said. "Were you aiming for my yard, or was it just freak chance that you landed here? Because, you know, it's not the first time falling alien artifacts have ruined the lawn."
"Mimi," Tak said, heavy with effort. "Did she come from the ship?"
Dib shrugged. He was plumbic, leaden, heavy with exhaustion. "It was too hot to get close. I didn't look for anything. You came out, and that was all."
She fell back down again, supine. Less threatening in her nudity. The coil worming from her skull gleamed coldly. Dib fixed upon it: remembering. Flight. Cold air in his throat. Made himself bold, reached out and touched it. "What it this? You did something to me with it, a long time ago."
"Ahh." Her lips drew away in an instinctive growl. "The hypnosis coil. I remember. So you liked it, human? I'm a little impressed." Leering, now, her voice dark, as awful and conniving as Zim. "Most of your kind can't handle it."
"Do it again," Dib said. His eyes blazing like a zealot's. "Give me another shot."
"Oh?" she grinned. Grimaced. "Come here."
He came closer and she pulled him down by the hair, training her eyes on his: the vast purple fields flashed like fireworks and drew him down into
flight
and the sea below
air rushing on my face
and
He woke sprawled on the floor, stiff, shaking. Eyes moistened. Already he ached to go back. Four years and he had forgotten that feeling. Now remembered and ached after it in his bones.
Tak looked closely at him when he managed to stand. Dib dragged himself up, stared back at her, pulsing sweat and radiant heat. Her eyes a gate to another world.
"What did you see?" she said lowly.
"I have to go," he replied, and went up to the roof to feel the breeze fingering his hair. It wouldn't be long before he went back and asked her again.