Two Drabbles!
Well, double drabbles.
Title: Gyges
Word Count: 200
Pairing: None
Characters: Adam, and another. It'll come as a huge shock who, I'm sure.
Rating: PG
Summary: Adam gets philosophical with someone unexpected. (I hope unexpected).
Disclaimer: Not mine.
“Plato had a bit to say about invisibility.”
Lucky guess, one the boy doesn’t acknowledge.
“’Twas a metaphor, of course; not so much a power as the power. To see beyond, be beyond. What other men see or ignore, aren’t capable of, can’t understand.”
He’s guessing, seeking a reaction.
One he won’t give.
Curls up, shuts his eyes instead.
“The theory being, if you aren’t seen, you can’t be judged, and human guilt is born from judgment.”
Bollocks, he thinks, turns over again.
“But you don’t believe that, do you?” A soft chuckle, the sort that’s had him wondering, as to the particulars of his consistently verbal companion. “You believe there’s more.”
“No business of yours what I believe.”
Can’t think why it was that that made him lose his temper.
Not that it matters.
Not like the voice cares what he’s saying.
“The Greeks were humanists, though,” it continues. “Man was their highest power. But in you…I suspect some manner of faith. Your life’s been a dangerous one, and that inspires faith. But faith means judgment when you die.”
“Don’t expect to die anytime soon, mate.”
“Well,” and he sounds bored again, “I don’t expect to die at all.”
Title: Loathing
Word Count: 200
Pairing: Plaude
Characters: Peter and Claude
Rating: PG
Summary: Peter does not find Claude to be an especially pleasant person. We are all shocked.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There have been a thousand little moments like this.
Trivial outbursts, constant condescension, mocking guffaws at the smallest mistake and…there have been millions of these moments.
But it’s here, now, responding to every stupid criticism and nugget of half-assed wisdom that the man seems to think passes for enlightenment with what he hopes were biting enough words of his own, and having him just…laugh in his face that he realizes.
He hates this man.
Hates his sudden, reckless, laughter, an obvious byproduct of whatever sadistic joy the man gets out of torturing him and eyes that are too blue, too stunning to be in anyway normal, and the body too warm against his own and…there are truly, enough reasons for his hatred to last a lifetime.
Among them, really high up on his list, is realizing that there’s chapped lips pressed to his own and the body against his that’s even warmer than it was before, probably because it’s closer and it’s also a whole lot tenser and there’s nothing except genuine shock in blue eyes that gleam unnaturally bright in the dull glow of old streetlights, as he pulls away.
Yeah, there’s reasons enough for this to last forever.
*
Title: Gyges
Word Count: 200
Pairing: None
Characters: Adam, and another. It'll come as a huge shock who, I'm sure.
Rating: PG
Summary: Adam gets philosophical with someone unexpected. (I hope unexpected).
Disclaimer: Not mine.
“Plato had a bit to say about invisibility.”
Lucky guess, one the boy doesn’t acknowledge.
“’Twas a metaphor, of course; not so much a power as the power. To see beyond, be beyond. What other men see or ignore, aren’t capable of, can’t understand.”
He’s guessing, seeking a reaction.
One he won’t give.
Curls up, shuts his eyes instead.
“The theory being, if you aren’t seen, you can’t be judged, and human guilt is born from judgment.”
Bollocks, he thinks, turns over again.
“But you don’t believe that, do you?” A soft chuckle, the sort that’s had him wondering, as to the particulars of his consistently verbal companion. “You believe there’s more.”
“No business of yours what I believe.”
Can’t think why it was that that made him lose his temper.
Not that it matters.
Not like the voice cares what he’s saying.
“The Greeks were humanists, though,” it continues. “Man was their highest power. But in you…I suspect some manner of faith. Your life’s been a dangerous one, and that inspires faith. But faith means judgment when you die.”
“Don’t expect to die anytime soon, mate.”
“Well,” and he sounds bored again, “I don’t expect to die at all.”
Title: Loathing
Word Count: 200
Pairing: Plaude
Characters: Peter and Claude
Rating: PG
Summary: Peter does not find Claude to be an especially pleasant person. We are all shocked.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
There have been a thousand little moments like this.
Trivial outbursts, constant condescension, mocking guffaws at the smallest mistake and…there have been millions of these moments.
But it’s here, now, responding to every stupid criticism and nugget of half-assed wisdom that the man seems to think passes for enlightenment with what he hopes were biting enough words of his own, and having him just…laugh in his face that he realizes.
He hates this man.
Hates his sudden, reckless, laughter, an obvious byproduct of whatever sadistic joy the man gets out of torturing him and eyes that are too blue, too stunning to be in anyway normal, and the body too warm against his own and…there are truly, enough reasons for his hatred to last a lifetime.
Among them, really high up on his list, is realizing that there’s chapped lips pressed to his own and the body against his that’s even warmer than it was before, probably because it’s closer and it’s also a whole lot tenser and there’s nothing except genuine shock in blue eyes that gleam unnaturally bright in the dull glow of old streetlights, as he pulls away.
Yeah, there’s reasons enough for this to last forever.
*