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31_days2010-01-01 09:37 pm
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[January 1st] [Original] first circle
Title: first circle
Day/Theme: January 1st: he whose body is crazy and feeble.
Series: Original [ifupdown]
Character/Pairing: Daisy
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 199
There was a time, she knows, when she could do basically anything, or at least anything a normal human could. And after that there was something better -- this is what she still thinks of as having been actually herself, with a clean contradiction splitting the train of thought down the middle anyway, since this is when she was one of them and now she is less than nothing. After that, at any rate, was being able to truly do anything.
Except, as she found, break the rules.
She spent a very long time (it was a long time to her mind, but no time passes to the untainted) completely powerless, and she has the scars to prove it, to speak of it in flesh or a close approximation (how human is she now?), but really no one cares.
This does not mean she doesn't remember. She remembers. There is nothing she has forgotten of that time, but she doesn't need it, and...
And lately when she holds her hands out they only shake a little bit, and she can hold a pen and write without her fingers spasming and the pen itself dropping to the floor.
It's a start.
Day/Theme: January 1st: he whose body is crazy and feeble.
Series: Original [ifupdown]
Character/Pairing: Daisy
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 199
There was a time, she knows, when she could do basically anything, or at least anything a normal human could. And after that there was something better -- this is what she still thinks of as having been actually herself, with a clean contradiction splitting the train of thought down the middle anyway, since this is when she was one of them and now she is less than nothing. After that, at any rate, was being able to truly do anything.
Except, as she found, break the rules.
She spent a very long time (it was a long time to her mind, but no time passes to the untainted) completely powerless, and she has the scars to prove it, to speak of it in flesh or a close approximation (how human is she now?), but really no one cares.
This does not mean she doesn't remember. She remembers. There is nothing she has forgotten of that time, but she doesn't need it, and...
And lately when she holds her hands out they only shake a little bit, and she can hold a pen and write without her fingers spasming and the pen itself dropping to the floor.
It's a start.