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[August 31] [Original] Flight of the
Title: Flight of the
Day / Theme: August 31 -- someday I'm going to stay, but not today...
Rating: PG / PG13
Series: Original (LEC ending Era Three)
Character: Libris
Summary: The consideration leading to Let the Worlds Be Yours.
Notes: I like both halves of this but this might be my favorite and I'm not too sure why. And, yes, I did pull something of a "eh [action] and doesn't afraid of anything"; it fit. And, no, the title was not cut off. (What is this? 3.x-1 where x is the very last, unless there is an ominous epilogue of some sort which I hope not.)
Libris tilted her head, considering.
She could—this was the easiest—stay here. She’d been on kai’len or somewhere very like it for more than four thirteens of years; even considering the new situation she could surely find amusement here, with a whole world at her disposal if she found her way out of City. There were things she could do. A few even almost appealed.
She could try out one of the possible futures, though that was more a few years’ work than something worth the jump and the cooperation, being a puppet. For the one, she’d take and break them if they approached her, but that was all. The other...
Libris—Libris fearless and ruthless and happy, Libris who nearly always grinned and who never doubted—frowned slightly, wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.
(not that, not ever that)
The third thing she could do was go find herself a new world, a whole new shape and stage and list of rules to bend and slip between and, when it couldn’t be helped, break into sharp metallic splinters... She liked that idea. Libris let go of herself with a small sound of disgust at the gesture and the weakness of the sentiment.
Smiling again, Libris hummed a few seconds of something like running and never catching up, before stopping excitedly at an idea.
“I think I feel like a white world,” she told the walls. The walls, rudely, did not reply, but she barely noticed. Color catching at her mind and reminding her, she brushed irritably at her shirt, which hadn’t come clean yet. It was very annoying; she’d never had blood that thought back before.
If there were Cílnar in her next world she’d have to find a neater way of killing them.
Day / Theme: August 31 -- someday I'm going to stay, but not today...
Rating: PG / PG13
Series: Original (LEC ending Era Three)
Character: Libris
Summary: The consideration leading to Let the Worlds Be Yours.
Notes: I like both halves of this but this might be my favorite and I'm not too sure why. And, yes, I did pull something of a "eh [action] and doesn't afraid of anything"; it fit. And, no, the title was not cut off. (What is this? 3.x-1 where x is the very last, unless there is an ominous epilogue of some sort which I hope not.)
Libris tilted her head, considering.
She could—this was the easiest—stay here. She’d been on kai’len or somewhere very like it for more than four thirteens of years; even considering the new situation she could surely find amusement here, with a whole world at her disposal if she found her way out of City. There were things she could do. A few even almost appealed.
She could try out one of the possible futures, though that was more a few years’ work than something worth the jump and the cooperation, being a puppet. For the one, she’d take and break them if they approached her, but that was all. The other...
Libris—Libris fearless and ruthless and happy, Libris who nearly always grinned and who never doubted—frowned slightly, wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.
(not that, not ever that)
The third thing she could do was go find herself a new world, a whole new shape and stage and list of rules to bend and slip between and, when it couldn’t be helped, break into sharp metallic splinters... She liked that idea. Libris let go of herself with a small sound of disgust at the gesture and the weakness of the sentiment.
Smiling again, Libris hummed a few seconds of something like running and never catching up, before stopping excitedly at an idea.
“I think I feel like a white world,” she told the walls. The walls, rudely, did not reply, but she barely noticed. Color catching at her mind and reminding her, she brushed irritably at her shirt, which hadn’t come clean yet. It was very annoying; she’d never had blood that thought back before.
If there were Cílnar in her next world she’d have to find a neater way of killing them.