https://catnap-writer.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
catnap-writer.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
31_days2005-10-15 06:11 pm
catnap-writer.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2005-10-15 06:11 pm
[October 15th] [Original] Hurts me most (and) Driven to know
Title: Hurts me most
Day/Theme: October 15: Night: A nightmare
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #15a)
Character/Pairing: Jonathan/Evan
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In a bed somewhere
Author's Second note: I ended up writing two stories for today's theme, one for Belle/Diana, and one for Jonathan/Evan. So here's the one for Jonathan/Evan:
Jonathan pinned the squirming young man to the bed, using all his weight and what he could spare of his magic to hold him down. Evan twisted and turned under his hands, crying out incoherent accessions and beating the air with his wings. Taking a risk, Jonathan pulled one hand free and slapped his lover as hard as he could.
That worked too well. Evan awoke in shock, eyes gray as his angelic-self gained control of his nature. He started to cry, wings failing limp and fairy thin on the tangled sheets. Jonathan gingerly pulled away, and pulled his lover close.
“I’m so sorry, you were having a nightmare… I had to stop you… keep you…” he didn’t want to explain, to blame Evan for the bruises, the cuts, the terror of fighting for his life. Evan pushed against him, keeping some distance between them so he could look at his lover more clearly. His eyes went round as he took in the scratches, the savage bit on the shoulder, the already darkening bruises on the ribs. Jonathan avoided his gaze, ashamed that he hadn’t been able to protect himself.
Evan tilted his lover’s head up to meet his eyes. Jonathan blushed in shame, tense and hurt. Evan gently slid his hand up the bite and healed it.
“You are sorry that it hurts me to hurt you,” Evan whispered, moving his hand to the bruises. Jonathan nodded, winching as his body attempted to adjust to the shock of hurt taken away.
“You should give yourself more credit. It should hurt you to be hurt,” Evan said, sadly. His eyes were shifting color as his conflicting natures settled, the gray flecked with gold. Jonathan caught his healing hand and kissed it.
“What would hurt me most is losing you,” he whispered, and Evan could only shake his head at the devotion of his love. And when Jonathan fell asleep, exhausted from the fight, Evan held him close and wondered what part of his sick powers had stripped his lover’s independence from him and left him so empty.
Title:
Day/Theme: October 15: Night: A nightmare
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #15b)
Character/Pairing: Belle/Diana
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In which one world is home.
Author's Second note: Here's today's story for Diana/Belle (It's a longer one)
“Did you have a nightmare?”
But Belle didn’t answer. Instead, she threw the covers off and ran. She tripped at the doorway with a yelp, and kept going. Diana, shaken from a sound sleep, yanked and pulled at the covers that had buried her and finally free, sliding gracelessly out of bed and followed, grabbing a robe from the chair in passing.
Belle threw herself against the stone doorway to the gateway hall, sobbing the password. The heavy door dissolved and she fell, pulling herself up weakly, eyes unseeing. The pause gave Diana time to catch sight of her. The door snapped back into being just as she reached it, and she pounded on it as she shouted the password. It refused to budge. Cursing, Diana sprinted for the other door, several rooms away.
Belle pulled herself to her feet and walked, then ran, towards the far wall. Using her wings to check her headlong momentum, she stopped just short of hitting the stone. Straightening, she began to chant, hands forming complicated shapes in the glowing air. The bright light increased the tension between her eyes, and she squinted at the glowing circle appearing on the rock before, wavering in front of her tear filled eyes.
She was expending energy recklessly, without a battery to aid her, and already she could feel weakness setting in, a headache building like a sudden storm in the back of her head. Her panic was feeding into her gate spell, causing it to waver uncertainly against the inset stone arch. Angry at her own weakness in face of her desperate need, she savagely bit her hand with her fangs and slapped it against the stone, creating a rough splatter on both pilasters. The magic surged to the prints like lightening to metal, and the gate snapped into focus.
Hissing in pain, Belle slipping her hand into her thin nightdress to staunch the flow of blood, and pushed herself through the gate.
Diana spun around the corner just in time to see her lover disappear into a war zone. Swearing, she slammed her palms against the bloody smears and shoved enough energy into the gate to let her though.
She stepped out into the icy air, shivering in the chill her flimsy nightdress couldn’t keep at bay. Pulling the robe tighter about her, she looked all around for her love. The blood stained and cracked ground offered no clues, so she looked to the air, and saw a distant shape headed out toward the worst of the destruction. Cursing, she untied the robe and drew forth her wings.
Fortunately she was faster in the air, from years of soaring above the castle’s walls. She used her superior speed to close the gap between them. Belle wasn’t reading the wind currents clearly; whatever had made her flee to this desolate land was hampering her ability to fly.
Diana swept under Belle just as she was about to reach what looked the shattered ruins of a temple. Turning so she caught the air, she tackled Belle and pulled them to the ground, using more magic to soften their fall. Belle started to cry. Diana held her close and whispered:
“Darling, why did you come here?” Belle just shook her head. Diana tilted her face up to look into her eyes. Belle finally answered, looking away.
Day/Theme: October 15: Night: A nightmare
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #15a)
Character/Pairing: Jonathan/Evan
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In a bed somewhere
Author's Second note: I ended up writing two stories for today's theme, one for Belle/Diana, and one for Jonathan/Evan. So here's the one for Jonathan/Evan:
Jonathan pinned the squirming young man to the bed, using all his weight and what he could spare of his magic to hold him down. Evan twisted and turned under his hands, crying out incoherent accessions and beating the air with his wings. Taking a risk, Jonathan pulled one hand free and slapped his lover as hard as he could.
That worked too well. Evan awoke in shock, eyes gray as his angelic-self gained control of his nature. He started to cry, wings failing limp and fairy thin on the tangled sheets. Jonathan gingerly pulled away, and pulled his lover close.
“I’m so sorry, you were having a nightmare… I had to stop you… keep you…” he didn’t want to explain, to blame Evan for the bruises, the cuts, the terror of fighting for his life. Evan pushed against him, keeping some distance between them so he could look at his lover more clearly. His eyes went round as he took in the scratches, the savage bit on the shoulder, the already darkening bruises on the ribs. Jonathan avoided his gaze, ashamed that he hadn’t been able to protect himself.
Evan tilted his lover’s head up to meet his eyes. Jonathan blushed in shame, tense and hurt. Evan gently slid his hand up the bite and healed it.
“You are sorry that it hurts me to hurt you,” Evan whispered, moving his hand to the bruises. Jonathan nodded, winching as his body attempted to adjust to the shock of hurt taken away.
“You should give yourself more credit. It should hurt you to be hurt,” Evan said, sadly. His eyes were shifting color as his conflicting natures settled, the gray flecked with gold. Jonathan caught his healing hand and kissed it.
“What would hurt me most is losing you,” he whispered, and Evan could only shake his head at the devotion of his love. And when Jonathan fell asleep, exhausted from the fight, Evan held him close and wondered what part of his sick powers had stripped his lover’s independence from him and left him so empty.
Title:
Day/Theme: October 15: Night: A nightmare
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #15b)
Character/Pairing: Belle/Diana
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In which one world is home.
Author's Second note: Here's today's story for Diana/Belle (It's a longer one)
“Did you have a nightmare?”
But Belle didn’t answer. Instead, she threw the covers off and ran. She tripped at the doorway with a yelp, and kept going. Diana, shaken from a sound sleep, yanked and pulled at the covers that had buried her and finally free, sliding gracelessly out of bed and followed, grabbing a robe from the chair in passing.
Belle threw herself against the stone doorway to the gateway hall, sobbing the password. The heavy door dissolved and she fell, pulling herself up weakly, eyes unseeing. The pause gave Diana time to catch sight of her. The door snapped back into being just as she reached it, and she pounded on it as she shouted the password. It refused to budge. Cursing, Diana sprinted for the other door, several rooms away.
Belle pulled herself to her feet and walked, then ran, towards the far wall. Using her wings to check her headlong momentum, she stopped just short of hitting the stone. Straightening, she began to chant, hands forming complicated shapes in the glowing air. The bright light increased the tension between her eyes, and she squinted at the glowing circle appearing on the rock before, wavering in front of her tear filled eyes.
She was expending energy recklessly, without a battery to aid her, and already she could feel weakness setting in, a headache building like a sudden storm in the back of her head. Her panic was feeding into her gate spell, causing it to waver uncertainly against the inset stone arch. Angry at her own weakness in face of her desperate need, she savagely bit her hand with her fangs and slapped it against the stone, creating a rough splatter on both pilasters. The magic surged to the prints like lightening to metal, and the gate snapped into focus.
Hissing in pain, Belle slipping her hand into her thin nightdress to staunch the flow of blood, and pushed herself through the gate.
Diana spun around the corner just in time to see her lover disappear into a war zone. Swearing, she slammed her palms against the bloody smears and shoved enough energy into the gate to let her though.
She stepped out into the icy air, shivering in the chill her flimsy nightdress couldn’t keep at bay. Pulling the robe tighter about her, she looked all around for her love. The blood stained and cracked ground offered no clues, so she looked to the air, and saw a distant shape headed out toward the worst of the destruction. Cursing, she untied the robe and drew forth her wings.
Fortunately she was faster in the air, from years of soaring above the castle’s walls. She used her superior speed to close the gap between them. Belle wasn’t reading the wind currents clearly; whatever had made her flee to this desolate land was hampering her ability to fly.
Diana swept under Belle just as she was about to reach what looked the shattered ruins of a temple. Turning so she caught the air, she tackled Belle and pulled them to the ground, using more magic to soften their fall. Belle started to cry. Diana held her close and whispered:
“Darling, why did you come here?” Belle just shook her head. Diana tilted her face up to look into her eyes. Belle finally answered, looking away.