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[January 3rd] [Original] relativity
Title: relativity
Day / Theme: January 3rd: innocent things which they are joined with
Series: Original [ifupdown]
Character / Pairing: Daisy aka Kala, Terry Davenport, Iall
Rating: PG/PG13
If he left her alone, at this point, she'd probably sit with her knees curled to her chest, rocking back and forth. What age she comes in at, when she's stuck like this, is pretty much a guess; this isn't one of the good days.
In fact she almost dropped to her knees when she caught him out of the corner of her eye as she wandered through an oddly mazelike stone castle. She should have seen him earlier; forget being so white looking at him hurt, by human standards even she looked like that, but unless Iall made an effort he pretty much glowed.
She catches herself in time, though, dropping to the ground and turning towards him instead. And despite the fact that it's a younger day she is remembering, and she keeps going, urged on by awareness of the existence of a girl she'd kill if she could.
"You're sick, you know that?" she says furiously. "And--" almost choking on the words, aware that they're what she should never think again but perfectly aware, also, that Iall had to think that way "--you're breaking the rules, which is worse."
He smiles, sadly, and his voice is soft. "Kala, you're really not doing well."
And that, of course, is true.
- - -
Terry sitting bolt upright in bed, folding her legs under her and blinking rapidly at the white glare in her vision. Her room was almost perfectly dark, excepting the blue glow from the nightlight that came in from under her door, and the near-blinding white light the man, more a silhouette, casts is blinding.
"Am I dreaming?" she asks in a whisper, in case she isn't; her parents' room is very near, after all.
The glow flickers and dims until she can make out his features; he's smiling. "If you like."
"If it's a dream--" She pulls her legs up under her as if she's going to lunge at him, however much damage that would do, but gets distracted and keeps talking. "If it's my dream I can do whatever I want. So what are you doing here?"
"There are things I have to tell you," is what he says after a long pause.
- - -
"We can't know," she says, firmly, and what in any hell does she think she's doing? reminding him of his own laws? the ones she's broken? -- but he has too and here he stands before her, trying to make himself out as better, so she carries on. "They have to make their own choices, what were you thinking?"
"I was thinking," Iall tells her as he runs a hand through his hair, "that with the fate she has it would be better to start sooner than later."
"But--" The objection is the same one, it's beating against the inside of her skull. Perhaps the fact that she herself has been guilty makes her feel more strongly about it, instead of less. Maybe it's that she wants to see him put through what she was put through for this. "You're breaking the rules!"
Quite likely that it's a reaction born of the fact that she'd kill the both of them if this were possible.
- - -
"Could you--" she gestures "--turn it down a bit?"
Iall blinks and glances at himself before looking appropriately abashed. "Of course," he says, and does, even going so far as to make himself look human -- human to any eyes that aren't hers or the like of hers, anyway.
Terry smiles. "Much better. Thanks. Now." She dusts off those statements and tells him, "there's something I want to show you, come on!"
"All -- all right," Iall manages, and lets himself be pulled by the wrist out of the door and down the street.
- - -
"Who are you kidding, Kala, really?" Suddenly he's far too close to her and, pointed teeth (that's her own fault, it's a long story) fitted neatly into the always half-healed wounds on her lower lip, she can't breathe; while she doesn't need to breathe, it's something she likes doing. A hobby, if you will. (Reconsidering, though, remembering what all of them smell like, cold water and old books, she changes her mind somewhat.)
You're no better than me, she thinks. In her dream her lips don't move but it's not as if he needs waves in the air to hear and understand her, anyway.
"On the contrary. You were doing violent, pointless things for no purpose. I'm bringing a much-needed revolution." Knowing that his touch is one of the things she hates most of all he tucks her hair behind one ear for her and smiles again. Even if she didn't have her reasons she'd be happy to kill him just so that she'd never have to see that expression again. "You'll learn, Kala. Someday soon you'll realize."
- - -
The boys were trying to climb up onto the media building's roof but they were so sloppy, with such a stupid way of doing things when there was one much simpler and far easier, so much more direct, and -- and suddenly here's Terry, dangling her legs off the edge of the roof as her friends look on.
Luce blurts out, "How do you know how to do that?" and for once Terry actually considers her response.
"I guess Iall taught me," she says, not catching herself in time, and jumps off the roof to land lightly, since people had started making a fuss about it.
A frown wrinkles Luce's forehead. "Who's that?"
Terry takes her own breath away with how stupid she just was. "A friend," she tells Luce, as vague as she can be, hoping the other girl will buy it. "Friend of my family, that's all."
It's truer than she knows.
Day / Theme: January 3rd: innocent things which they are joined with
Series: Original [ifupdown]
Character / Pairing: Daisy aka Kala, Terry Davenport, Iall
Rating: PG/PG13
If he left her alone, at this point, she'd probably sit with her knees curled to her chest, rocking back and forth. What age she comes in at, when she's stuck like this, is pretty much a guess; this isn't one of the good days.
In fact she almost dropped to her knees when she caught him out of the corner of her eye as she wandered through an oddly mazelike stone castle. She should have seen him earlier; forget being so white looking at him hurt, by human standards even she looked like that, but unless Iall made an effort he pretty much glowed.
She catches herself in time, though, dropping to the ground and turning towards him instead. And despite the fact that it's a younger day she is remembering, and she keeps going, urged on by awareness of the existence of a girl she'd kill if she could.
"You're sick, you know that?" she says furiously. "And--" almost choking on the words, aware that they're what she should never think again but perfectly aware, also, that Iall had to think that way "--you're breaking the rules, which is worse."
He smiles, sadly, and his voice is soft. "Kala, you're really not doing well."
And that, of course, is true.
- - -
Terry sitting bolt upright in bed, folding her legs under her and blinking rapidly at the white glare in her vision. Her room was almost perfectly dark, excepting the blue glow from the nightlight that came in from under her door, and the near-blinding white light the man, more a silhouette, casts is blinding.
"Am I dreaming?" she asks in a whisper, in case she isn't; her parents' room is very near, after all.
The glow flickers and dims until she can make out his features; he's smiling. "If you like."
"If it's a dream--" She pulls her legs up under her as if she's going to lunge at him, however much damage that would do, but gets distracted and keeps talking. "If it's my dream I can do whatever I want. So what are you doing here?"
"There are things I have to tell you," is what he says after a long pause.
- - -
"We can't know," she says, firmly, and what in any hell does she think she's doing? reminding him of his own laws? the ones she's broken? -- but he has too and here he stands before her, trying to make himself out as better, so she carries on. "They have to make their own choices, what were you thinking?"
"I was thinking," Iall tells her as he runs a hand through his hair, "that with the fate she has it would be better to start sooner than later."
"But--" The objection is the same one, it's beating against the inside of her skull. Perhaps the fact that she herself has been guilty makes her feel more strongly about it, instead of less. Maybe it's that she wants to see him put through what she was put through for this. "You're breaking the rules!"
Quite likely that it's a reaction born of the fact that she'd kill the both of them if this were possible.
- - -
"Could you--" she gestures "--turn it down a bit?"
Iall blinks and glances at himself before looking appropriately abashed. "Of course," he says, and does, even going so far as to make himself look human -- human to any eyes that aren't hers or the like of hers, anyway.
Terry smiles. "Much better. Thanks. Now." She dusts off those statements and tells him, "there's something I want to show you, come on!"
"All -- all right," Iall manages, and lets himself be pulled by the wrist out of the door and down the street.
- - -
"Who are you kidding, Kala, really?" Suddenly he's far too close to her and, pointed teeth (that's her own fault, it's a long story) fitted neatly into the always half-healed wounds on her lower lip, she can't breathe; while she doesn't need to breathe, it's something she likes doing. A hobby, if you will. (Reconsidering, though, remembering what all of them smell like, cold water and old books, she changes her mind somewhat.)
You're no better than me, she thinks. In her dream her lips don't move but it's not as if he needs waves in the air to hear and understand her, anyway.
"On the contrary. You were doing violent, pointless things for no purpose. I'm bringing a much-needed revolution." Knowing that his touch is one of the things she hates most of all he tucks her hair behind one ear for her and smiles again. Even if she didn't have her reasons she'd be happy to kill him just so that she'd never have to see that expression again. "You'll learn, Kala. Someday soon you'll realize."
- - -
The boys were trying to climb up onto the media building's roof but they were so sloppy, with such a stupid way of doing things when there was one much simpler and far easier, so much more direct, and -- and suddenly here's Terry, dangling her legs off the edge of the roof as her friends look on.
Luce blurts out, "How do you know how to do that?" and for once Terry actually considers her response.
"I guess Iall taught me," she says, not catching herself in time, and jumps off the roof to land lightly, since people had started making a fuss about it.
A frown wrinkles Luce's forehead. "Who's that?"
Terry takes her own breath away with how stupid she just was. "A friend," she tells Luce, as vague as she can be, hoping the other girl will buy it. "Friend of my family, that's all."
It's truer than she knows.