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[August 24] [Original] Repeating Motifs
Title: Repeating Motifs
Day / Theme: August 24 -- I'm almost drowning in her sea
Rating: PG
Series: Original (pre-Fire and Water)
Characters: Seven, Cristian|Twenty-Eight
Summary: Cristian and Seven's first meeting, from his point of view.
Notes: Coincides with Past Present Future Imperfect, a bit. The second of the mild Cristianspam.
He knows it as he sees her. Neither of them are so far gone – she to not be noticeable, or he not to notice – for it not to jump out at him. He does his best to hide it, though, and for her part she seems honestly confused by him, satisfied enough to wait for him to make the first move.
Cristian hopes, desperate and quick, that she can’t read him – unlikely, but possible. Then the first curious trawl over his mind confirms his fears; he gives her Twenty-Eight, blank, incurious, nervous, just in time, before the sick trusting complacence overtakes him altogether.
What he hates, truly, is the fact that he likes it, or is made to like it, or was conditioned to like it, and so once he can’t feel her anymore he throws himself into speculation, to forget. (He is pleased by that if nothing else she was fast – a fraction of a second – before realizing this means she’s probably good at it, and that’s bad.)
He realizes three things, then: that it was unintentional, automatic, a half-conscious reflex, though he doesn’t know if that’s better or worse; that he has no idea what she is – she looks like the Carrion kind but some little things are wrong and she has no wings; and that he has been staring at her for a while now. Cristian looks at the floor instead.
The sarcasm in her voice is strangely human: “If you’ve got your eyeful in now, I believe I’ll introduce myself. I am Seven.”
“I’m Twenty-Eight,” he says, and so he is; he has to be.
He will continue to be Twenty-Eight for quite a while.
Day / Theme: August 24 -- I'm almost drowning in her sea
Rating: PG
Series: Original (pre-Fire and Water)
Characters: Seven, Cristian|Twenty-Eight
Summary: Cristian and Seven's first meeting, from his point of view.
Notes: Coincides with Past Present Future Imperfect, a bit. The second of the mild Cristianspam.
He knows it as he sees her. Neither of them are so far gone – she to not be noticeable, or he not to notice – for it not to jump out at him. He does his best to hide it, though, and for her part she seems honestly confused by him, satisfied enough to wait for him to make the first move.
Cristian hopes, desperate and quick, that she can’t read him – unlikely, but possible. Then the first curious trawl over his mind confirms his fears; he gives her Twenty-Eight, blank, incurious, nervous, just in time, before the sick trusting complacence overtakes him altogether.
What he hates, truly, is the fact that he likes it, or is made to like it, or was conditioned to like it, and so once he can’t feel her anymore he throws himself into speculation, to forget. (He is pleased by that if nothing else she was fast – a fraction of a second – before realizing this means she’s probably good at it, and that’s bad.)
He realizes three things, then: that it was unintentional, automatic, a half-conscious reflex, though he doesn’t know if that’s better or worse; that he has no idea what she is – she looks like the Carrion kind but some little things are wrong and she has no wings; and that he has been staring at her for a while now. Cristian looks at the floor instead.
The sarcasm in her voice is strangely human: “If you’ve got your eyeful in now, I believe I’ll introduce myself. I am Seven.”
“I’m Twenty-Eight,” he says, and so he is; he has to be.
He will continue to be Twenty-Eight for quite a while.