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shortsweetsoul

merlin fic: shades

Feb 04, 2009 01:22

Title: Shades
Genre: Introspective drabble
Words: 423 (tiny tiny tiny!)
Summary: Merlin remembers his first day out of Ealdor.
Rating: G (pre-slash/destiny~vibes?)
Warnings: None; pre-series
Notes: Inspired by an entry on mammatus clouds in The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Weather. I wish I was joking.

( He could feel the potential for chaos and destruction sizzle behind his eyes, flecks of gold and blue slamming into the walls of his veins. )

all fanfic, fanfic: merlin, genre: pre-slash, fandom: merlin

Comments 17

_profiterole_ February 4 2009, 22:58:06 UTC

That was great!

And LMAO at the inspiration, I had no idea that guide existed. XD

shortsweetsoul February 6 2009, 23:26:59 UTC

Heehee, thanks so much!

And oh man. I just picked it up in the library, I have no idea why. And I'm actually enjoying it. It's so weird. :P

srin February 5 2009, 02:11:21 UTC

This is lovely! The imagery is fabulous and I very much like the concept. :D

shortsweetsoul February 6 2009, 23:27:53 UTC

Thank you! I worked really hard on the imagery, so I'm really relieved that you enjoyed it. :)

mcicioni February 5 2009, 06:32:21 UTC

Well-written, believable, sweet at the end. Looking forward to more of your writing.

shortsweetsoul February 6 2009, 23:29:14 UTC

:'D Thanks so much! I'm glad that you liked it.

lazy_neutrino February 5 2009, 08:01:31 UTC

Lovely! Great description here:

he counted exactly two-hundred steps before letting it push through his body, through every pore of his skin. He closed his eyes and tasted the air change from heavy with dew and moss to bright and prickly, zapping his tongue and eyelids. Then he felt the color, the blue and gold he always knew but never had seen, slide over his skin, sharp and smooth at the same time, like the sword tucked in the corner of Will’s home[...] It became a swirling mass of grey and black, tumbling around him but holding him steady. It was thick and heavy and he screamed into its inky depths. It filled his lungs, drowning him on land, in the air

and the phrase letting it push through his body, through every pore of his skin is a masterpiece. It says so much.

shortsweetsoul February 6 2009, 23:30:45 UTC

Just- guh. You're so nice. I worked really hard on that description, and I'm so so so pleased that you enjoyed it.

THANK YOU!