Fic: Differently Similar
Title: Differently Similar
Author: xDawnie
Warnings: none
Rating: T
Disclaimer: quote belongs to Sir Terence Pratchett, lyrics to Enrique Iglesias. Alyssa and Alec belong to me, as do the Genesis.
Dedication: WTRP: The Competition Club - Who Said That?
Beta: none
Summary: Alec and Alyssa have extremely similar goals in life, but different ways to achieve them.
A/N: Yay another fic-y post! This was written for WTRP's Competition Club. The category's 'Who Said That?'. I sort of wrote this in like, fifteen minutes... So I don't really expect to place xD Alec just popped up and threw me the bunny.
Alyssa has always been the stranger one of the two. Or so Alec thinks, anyway. His twin sister has an unhealthy obsession with creation. In his opinion, she ought to be more worried about their future army than anything else - more specifically, putting together two whatever-she-said with a litre of whatever-it-was. Honestly, Alec never listens.
But Alec can feel her need to create - to make something new. He steps aside, because if she cannot make things, then how would she turn out? Will she become a different person? He loves her the way she is - she’s perfect. She needs not change. She cannot change.
He can stop her from doing what she loves most, but he doesn’t want to alienate her.
So he adopts an indifferent character around her creations - when she’s eagerly going on and on about nitrogen and Maltesers and whatever else she’s been working on; when she’s excitedly telling him about her day and how she’s found that so-and-so actually contains poison, which she can extract to make something-or-other; when she’s smacking his hand away from her test tubes; when she’s scolding him for not trying to take more interest in science because it’s oh-so-interesting. He pretends not to care, even when he’s simmering from anger at her lack of interest in their heritage.
Lazily, the dark-haired male reaches for his drink, eyes on his book.
“Alec!”
His head snaps up. Alyssa is glaring at him, her hands propped on her hips.
“I told you not to touch my sodium carbonate!”
“Your what?” Alec says blankly. His twin gestures towards the glass in his hand - the glass that is actually one of her beakers. His drink sat on the table. “Oh.”
“I know you hate me making things like this, but it’s a bomb! It can destroy everything! What’s not to like?” Alyssa demands, holding her hand out for the beaker. Alec places it in her grip and reaches for his own drink. “Come on, I know you like destruction too. So what if we’re not using the Genesis for this?” She actually sounds injured. How amusing.
Alec takes a long drink from his glass, and stands. “I don’t not care,” he lies. “But I just find explosions slightly less interesting than ripping people to bits.”
“You’re such a cannibal!”
“I don’t eat them, Lys.”
“Whatever! Look, you know what, take the Genesis. Destroy the fabric of the universe with them. See if I give a damn!” Alyssa, having put the beaker back down on the table, throws her hands up in the air in exasperation and storms back around to do whatever she’s been doing.
Alec’s lips twitches as he leaves. “I could say the same thing to you, sister.”
Author: xDawnie
Warnings: none
Rating: T
Disclaimer: quote belongs to Sir Terence Pratchett, lyrics to Enrique Iglesias. Alyssa and Alec belong to me, as do the Genesis.
Dedication: WTRP: The Competition Club - Who Said That?
Beta: none
Summary: Alec and Alyssa have extremely similar goals in life, but different ways to achieve them.
A/N: Yay another fic-y post! This was written for WTRP's Competition Club. The category's 'Who Said That?'. I sort of wrote this in like, fifteen minutes... So I don't really expect to place xD Alec just popped up and threw me the bunny.
Alyssa has always been the stranger one of the two. Or so Alec thinks, anyway. His twin sister has an unhealthy obsession with creation. In his opinion, she ought to be more worried about their future army than anything else - more specifically, putting together two whatever-she-said with a litre of whatever-it-was. Honestly, Alec never listens.
But Alec can feel her need to create - to make something new. He steps aside, because if she cannot make things, then how would she turn out? Will she become a different person? He loves her the way she is - she’s perfect. She needs not change. She cannot change.
He can stop her from doing what she loves most, but he doesn’t want to alienate her.
So he adopts an indifferent character around her creations - when she’s eagerly going on and on about nitrogen and Maltesers and whatever else she’s been working on; when she’s excitedly telling him about her day and how she’s found that so-and-so actually contains poison, which she can extract to make something-or-other; when she’s smacking his hand away from her test tubes; when she’s scolding him for not trying to take more interest in science because it’s oh-so-interesting. He pretends not to care, even when he’s simmering from anger at her lack of interest in their heritage.
Lazily, the dark-haired male reaches for his drink, eyes on his book.
“Alec!”
His head snaps up. Alyssa is glaring at him, her hands propped on her hips.
“I told you not to touch my sodium carbonate!”
“Your what?” Alec says blankly. His twin gestures towards the glass in his hand - the glass that is actually one of her beakers. His drink sat on the table. “Oh.”
“I know you hate me making things like this, but it’s a bomb! It can destroy everything! What’s not to like?” Alyssa demands, holding her hand out for the beaker. Alec places it in her grip and reaches for his own drink. “Come on, I know you like destruction too. So what if we’re not using the Genesis for this?” She actually sounds injured. How amusing.
Alec takes a long drink from his glass, and stands. “I don’t not care,” he lies. “But I just find explosions slightly less interesting than ripping people to bits.”
“You’re such a cannibal!”
“I don’t eat them, Lys.”
“Whatever! Look, you know what, take the Genesis. Destroy the fabric of the universe with them. See if I give a damn!” Alyssa, having put the beaker back down on the table, throws her hands up in the air in exasperation and storms back around to do whatever she’s been doing.
Alec’s lips twitches as he leaves. “I could say the same thing to you, sister.”