Fic excerpts: Azimuth (XMM) & Untitled SV!Ollie
Because I've done my homework for the week (yes, GODS online courses!), I'm on a fic-writing kick. Here's a couple snippets.
I've had this rolling around my head since Sunshine, maybe even before. Sunshine definitely demented it though: SV!Ollie has A Story behind him. Considering my current introduction into DC was Superman > Batman > Green Arrow, this isn't really a surprise. I'm pretty sure this story happens parallel to the Bloodlines Trilogy but I'd like it to be it's own entity.
Ha! Listen to me talk like I actually have TIME to write this damn series.
Aaaaaanywhatever, the snippet.
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He finds other ways because he refuses to see it my way. Most times, he can't see it, actually, and for that the whole world should throw themselves prostrate, thankful. He's almost always afraid but not for the usual reasons. Not human reasons. I'm afraid my next move will be the one that pushes me over my own find line. I'm afraid one day, killing will become too easy. I'm afraid I'm doing this because I had nothing else. I'm afraid I'm wrong.
He doesn't have those kinds of fears. What he fears above all else, is that he won't have the strength to do what's right and good. He doesn't know that sometimes to attain good, you have to do something wrong. He doesn't want to see it.
I have to acknowledge it, me and others in the League who duck into shadows. But, hell, I can't blame everyone else. I put this team together. I gathered the desperate, the lost and the pained along with the golden, the righteous and the light. I train them. I send them to war. I lead them in battle. I fight the bad guys and sometimes those bad guys have to die. I pay for damages. I watch them-- him-- bright primary colours against sunlight, certain what we do is right. Then I slink back to my office and admit to myself: I'm the villain of this piece.
There's just something about sparring-- physical or verbal-- that's such a joy to write. Warren and Emma with their businessperson-daggers out, was so much darned fun. I think this is the second or third scene I wrote for Azimuth. A sequel to The Big Ass Fic AKA Elemental, this is very much an AU in the XMM, now jossed beyond belief. Hopefully, you've read The Big Ass Fic. If you haven't and this interests you, I hope you have a couple weekends to spare. ;)
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"What could you possibly give me that I can't get for myself?" asked Emma.
Right into his trap. Warren drew an envelope from his briefcase. The heavy linen paper was embossed in goldleaf. A fat wad of black wax sealed the envelope with a silver ring ablaze in gold and bronze flames. He placed it on the table between them. "I assume you know what this is?"
Want glistened on Emma's lips, her eyes glued to the offering despite herself. The longer she stared, the more Warren wanted to preen. He had her. He had her good.
Finally, she reached out. With one finger, she slid the envelope closer to her hands. Lifted it to her nose. Sniffed it discreetly.
"Feel free to open it," said Warren. "I know you want to and you're not likely to receive another one; we have strict rules."
"She really means that much to you."
"She means that much to all of us."
Emma tapped the corner of the envelope, humming quietly. "What makes you think I want this?"
Warren snorted. "Please. I know you, Emma. I've been surrounded by people like you all my life. You all smell the same. You're going to accept that invitation and the deal that comes with it because you know that the returns for you and your school are going to be worth it."
"Just for clarification's sake, what are those terms?"
"Your help at Xavier's for an indeterminate amount of time until Jean gets better."
I've had this rolling around my head since Sunshine, maybe even before. Sunshine definitely demented it though: SV!Ollie has A Story behind him. Considering my current introduction into DC was Superman > Batman > Green Arrow, this isn't really a surprise. I'm pretty sure this story happens parallel to the Bloodlines Trilogy but I'd like it to be it's own entity.
Ha! Listen to me talk like I actually have TIME to write this damn series.
Aaaaaanywhatever, the snippet.
=^o.O^=
He finds other ways because he refuses to see it my way. Most times, he can't see it, actually, and for that the whole world should throw themselves prostrate, thankful. He's almost always afraid but not for the usual reasons. Not human reasons. I'm afraid my next move will be the one that pushes me over my own find line. I'm afraid one day, killing will become too easy. I'm afraid I'm doing this because I had nothing else. I'm afraid I'm wrong.
He doesn't have those kinds of fears. What he fears above all else, is that he won't have the strength to do what's right and good. He doesn't know that sometimes to attain good, you have to do something wrong. He doesn't want to see it.
I have to acknowledge it, me and others in the League who duck into shadows. But, hell, I can't blame everyone else. I put this team together. I gathered the desperate, the lost and the pained along with the golden, the righteous and the light. I train them. I send them to war. I lead them in battle. I fight the bad guys and sometimes those bad guys have to die. I pay for damages. I watch them-- him-- bright primary colours against sunlight, certain what we do is right. Then I slink back to my office and admit to myself: I'm the villain of this piece.
There's just something about sparring-- physical or verbal-- that's such a joy to write. Warren and Emma with their businessperson-daggers out, was so much darned fun. I think this is the second or third scene I wrote for Azimuth. A sequel to The Big Ass Fic AKA Elemental, this is very much an AU in the XMM, now jossed beyond belief. Hopefully, you've read The Big Ass Fic. If you haven't and this interests you, I hope you have a couple weekends to spare. ;)
=^o.O^=
"What could you possibly give me that I can't get for myself?" asked Emma.
Right into his trap. Warren drew an envelope from his briefcase. The heavy linen paper was embossed in goldleaf. A fat wad of black wax sealed the envelope with a silver ring ablaze in gold and bronze flames. He placed it on the table between them. "I assume you know what this is?"
Want glistened on Emma's lips, her eyes glued to the offering despite herself. The longer she stared, the more Warren wanted to preen. He had her. He had her good.
Finally, she reached out. With one finger, she slid the envelope closer to her hands. Lifted it to her nose. Sniffed it discreetly.
"Feel free to open it," said Warren. "I know you want to and you're not likely to receive another one; we have strict rules."
"She really means that much to you."
"She means that much to all of us."
Emma tapped the corner of the envelope, humming quietly. "What makes you think I want this?"
Warren snorted. "Please. I know you, Emma. I've been surrounded by people like you all my life. You all smell the same. You're going to accept that invitation and the deal that comes with it because you know that the returns for you and your school are going to be worth it."
"Just for clarification's sake, what are those terms?"
"Your help at Xavier's for an indeterminate amount of time until Jean gets better."