Rolled-up Newspapers Aren't Any Better
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M!Heres Tanarill is now canon, because of no less than three things my brain presented me with today. One is how the story works now that Rill was male for a few weeks. Two of them were written things. This is the first.
Title: Love
Fandom: Look, why are you even asking? DP still (C) Butch Hartman, though
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff, confusing anatomical descriptions, and really confusing usage of masculine pronouns
Eska, in life, had been a determined person practically from the moment she had been born, and she hadn’t changed much just because she’d become a piece of steel. Becoming soulsteel, in fact, had taken more determination that anything else she’d ever done. She’d hauled the ore out of the mountain herself, made the charcoal, served as apprentice while the sword was being made, carried it for nearly forty years, and when it was finally time to become the sword, she’d heated it speared it, red-hot, through her own body.
And that was before spending several thousand years being carried out by troubled youths.
But, she had to admit, Heres Tanarill was the toughest case she’d ever encountered, including that one time with the sheva’ii from the Cities.
All right, she sighed. If she had had a human body, she’d have been pinching the bridge of her nose. Let’s take it from the top. Why are you upset now?
“I had sex with Dan.”
And this is a problem because . . . ?
“I. Had. Sex. With Dan.”
So? Dan enjoyed it. You enjoyed it. What’s the problem?
“Dan belongs to the timekeeper.”
Dan belongs to himself.
“You,” he said ‘you’ in the tone of voice he only ever used when addressing the demon in his heart. He had, only a few hundred years after getting said demon, told him that he was going to be quiet unless spoken to, and the demon had, except for a few extreme cases, done so. “Back me up here.”
The demon in his heart had learned not to use words to talk to him. He used words to talk to other people, or if Heres Tanarill needed technical instructions. But the rest of the time, he ignored words; and after a quite short time, he often ignored words in favor of communication even when he was allowed to talk. Nevertheless, he
uncurled, flicking his tongue softly and soothingly against his mind, purring like a small engine, scales and feathers slipping shining against each other as he wove in and around himself. “No.” A deep, hypnotic rumble, so full of love, so bright and pure, that it was an inconceivable dichotomy that something so dark could have made it. “It was good for you. It was good for him, too,” his tongue was split, and he flicked it out to taste his distress, “but he does no matter so much. I agree with the old woman.”
“The timekeeper’s going to like me even less now!”
“Let him. He does not matter. You matter.”
And at the same time, Why should it bother you, unless he keeps you from doing your job?
“Oh, you–” he could not have said if he was talking to the sword or the demon in his heart or both.
Listen. He’s a timekeeper. You’re a Walker. Once this is done, you’re going to be sent off to Walk the worlds again and you’re never going to see him again.
“Never? I might be called back–”
“In this world?” A contemptuous flick of tail, a slow blink of lazy eyes as one almost invisible film swept down over golden, slit pupils. “In other worlds, maybe. But in this world, it is doubtful. You would not be here at all had you not been summoned.”
“But–”
He’s right, you know. Once you fix something here, the timekeeper will see to it that it stays fixed. Period. Here, magic takes.
“But–”
Oh for Sheva’s sake, boy! Fine. You had sex. You enjoyed it. That’s not a sin. If anything is a sin, it’s thinking that just because you’ve had bad luck in the past, you deserve not to have good luck in the future! Now stop wallowing in self-pity and do something useful! If nothing else, I could use a polish. She didn’t, really, but Heres Tanarill needed something to distract him.
Which didn’t help.
He loved him. He still said nothing but the warmth, the pride and joy and wonder at his being, an emotion so pure and so terrible it had compelled him to leave perfection to search for him (for her, it didn’t matter), was louder still for the silence. He was wound up tight, curled within the very heart of him, scales faintly scraping against each other as he moved, the bright iridescence of his feathers hypnotic as they caught and deflected nonexistent light. He loved him, no matter what form he wore or what long eternities it took. He loved him.
Which did.
Heres Tanarill fell asleep watching the love that the demon in his heart held for him.
Yes, actually, that is what Heres Tanarill sits and does as soon as she's over the post-coital whenever she enjoys sex. Especially if she enjoys sex with someone in a relationship, although she wouldn't have had sex in the first place if she actually thought her partner's partner would mind. That was mostly to showcase her insane, and also the demon in her heart. Thoughts?
The story thus far:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ragtime_wurm's request spontaneously triggered a spawn in my plotbunnies, which in turn resulted in a much larger fic than I had originally anticipated. Work goes smoothly, but it will take time. However, to prove that I am working on it, some amusing snippets.
***
It wasn’t exactly the amulet Danny was holding. It was better-crafted, for one, as if the person who had made it actually knew what they were doing. For another, the sharp runic lines marched in neat ranks across the stone, whereas Vlad’s held only a few, and those crudely carved. And of course, there was the fact that the one on the internet didn’t have a heartbeat. But aside from that, they were similar.
***
“Great,” groaned Danny. “I have a god after me–”
“–an insane god–” broke in Tucker cheerfully.
“–an insane god after me, thank you Tucker [. . .]
***
–naked.
“Sam, you had better not be watching!”
“I’m not watching,” said Sam from the bushes. Watching.
Go ahead, C&C. I adore C&C.
M!Heres Tanarill is now canon, because of no less than three things my brain presented me with today. One is how the story works now that Rill was male for a few weeks. Two of them were written things. This is the first.
Title: Love
Fandom: Look, why are you even asking? DP still (C) Butch Hartman, though
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff, confusing anatomical descriptions, and really confusing usage of masculine pronouns
Eska, in life, had been a determined person practically from the moment she had been born, and she hadn’t changed much just because she’d become a piece of steel. Becoming soulsteel, in fact, had taken more determination that anything else she’d ever done. She’d hauled the ore out of the mountain herself, made the charcoal, served as apprentice while the sword was being made, carried it for nearly forty years, and when it was finally time to become the sword, she’d heated it speared it, red-hot, through her own body.
And that was before spending several thousand years being carried out by troubled youths.
But, she had to admit, Heres Tanarill was the toughest case she’d ever encountered, including that one time with the sheva’ii from the Cities.
All right, she sighed. If she had had a human body, she’d have been pinching the bridge of her nose. Let’s take it from the top. Why are you upset now?
“I had sex with Dan.”
And this is a problem because . . . ?
“I. Had. Sex. With Dan.”
So? Dan enjoyed it. You enjoyed it. What’s the problem?
“Dan belongs to the timekeeper.”
Dan belongs to himself.
“You,” he said ‘you’ in the tone of voice he only ever used when addressing the demon in his heart. He had, only a few hundred years after getting said demon, told him that he was going to be quiet unless spoken to, and the demon had, except for a few extreme cases, done so. “Back me up here.”
The demon in his heart had learned not to use words to talk to him. He used words to talk to other people, or if Heres Tanarill needed technical instructions. But the rest of the time, he ignored words; and after a quite short time, he often ignored words in favor of communication even when he was allowed to talk. Nevertheless, he
uncurled, flicking his tongue softly and soothingly against his mind, purring like a small engine, scales and feathers slipping shining against each other as he wove in and around himself. “No.” A deep, hypnotic rumble, so full of love, so bright and pure, that it was an inconceivable dichotomy that something so dark could have made it. “It was good for you. It was good for him, too,” his tongue was split, and he flicked it out to taste his distress, “but he does no matter so much. I agree with the old woman.”
“The timekeeper’s going to like me even less now!”
“Let him. He does not matter. You matter.”
And at the same time, Why should it bother you, unless he keeps you from doing your job?
“Oh, you–” he could not have said if he was talking to the sword or the demon in his heart or both.
Listen. He’s a timekeeper. You’re a Walker. Once this is done, you’re going to be sent off to Walk the worlds again and you’re never going to see him again.
“Never? I might be called back–”
“In this world?” A contemptuous flick of tail, a slow blink of lazy eyes as one almost invisible film swept down over golden, slit pupils. “In other worlds, maybe. But in this world, it is doubtful. You would not be here at all had you not been summoned.”
“But–”
He’s right, you know. Once you fix something here, the timekeeper will see to it that it stays fixed. Period. Here, magic takes.
“But–”
Oh for Sheva’s sake, boy! Fine. You had sex. You enjoyed it. That’s not a sin. If anything is a sin, it’s thinking that just because you’ve had bad luck in the past, you deserve not to have good luck in the future! Now stop wallowing in self-pity and do something useful! If nothing else, I could use a polish. She didn’t, really, but Heres Tanarill needed something to distract him.
Which didn’t help.
He loved him. He still said nothing but the warmth, the pride and joy and wonder at his being, an emotion so pure and so terrible it had compelled him to leave perfection to search for him (for her, it didn’t matter), was louder still for the silence. He was wound up tight, curled within the very heart of him, scales faintly scraping against each other as he moved, the bright iridescence of his feathers hypnotic as they caught and deflected nonexistent light. He loved him, no matter what form he wore or what long eternities it took. He loved him.
Which did.
Heres Tanarill fell asleep watching the love that the demon in his heart held for him.
Yes, actually, that is what Heres Tanarill sits and does as soon as she's over the post-coital whenever she enjoys sex. Especially if she enjoys sex with someone in a relationship, although she wouldn't have had sex in the first place if she actually thought her partner's partner would mind. That was mostly to showcase her insane, and also the demon in her heart. Thoughts?
The story thus far:
ragtime_wurm's request spontaneously triggered a spawn in my plotbunnies, which in turn resulted in a much larger fic than I had originally anticipated. Work goes smoothly, but it will take time. However, to prove that I am working on it, some amusing snippets.***
It wasn’t exactly the amulet Danny was holding. It was better-crafted, for one, as if the person who had made it actually knew what they were doing. For another, the sharp runic lines marched in neat ranks across the stone, whereas Vlad’s held only a few, and those crudely carved. And of course, there was the fact that the one on the internet didn’t have a heartbeat. But aside from that, they were similar.
***
“Great,” groaned Danny. “I have a god after me–”
“–an insane god–” broke in Tucker cheerfully.
“–an insane god after me, thank you Tucker [. . .]
***
–naked.
“Sam, you had better not be watching!”
“I’m not watching,” said Sam from the bushes. Watching.
Go ahead, C&C. I adore C&C.
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Date: 2007-03-14 04:16 am (UTC)Also, I adore your describtion of the demon in Tanirill's heart.
The broken up snippit interesting me so very very much.
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Date: 2007-03-14 04:21 am (UTC)Thank yous!
<3
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Date: 2007-03-14 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-14 05:14 am (UTC)***
Dan threw back his head in utter frustration and screamed.
It was loud and piercing and a weaker version of his Wail in that it didn't destroy furniture. It did get Rill's attention though.
“Alright, you! Sit down, shut up, and I'm going to explain something to you.”
Dan sat in midair and took a deep breath and then let it out.
“I am not like the demon in your heart. He has only one Everything. I don't tell anyone this but. I have four.”
“There is Freakshow, there is Clockwork, and there is Valerie. And the reason why I hate Johnny so much is because deep down I love him still and always will.” Dan laughed weakly and rubbed his face, I'm messed up and greedy and I don't know any other way to *be*.”
“When I was born I had no name. Neither did any of the others. There was She, He, Shadow and me, Monster. Johnny *named* me, and this is a very big deal to me still. I named He Faux because he wasn't me. I named She Pas cause she was Faux's reverse and we were all a mistake. Shadow named himself Dream Sweeper. I still don't know why.”
“I don't admit to Val being a Everything cause. Well cause I messed up. Pas had been locked away and I couldn't reach her and Faux wouldn't stop *whispering* and I was utterly convinced I had to get her to hate me or something Very Bad would happen to her so I did. I made her hate me and it still hurts horrible to think about. Only now she doesn't except it isn't the Val I knew and the believe I should avoid or something Very Bad would happen is still there.”
“I was very fond of and had affection for, Ember and Fright Night but they weren't a Everything. They were just friends like you are. And yes I know you have Issues that are as many and varied as mine. But you just suggested we made love when all we did was have sex. The only ones, I mean the ONLY ones I make love to are my Everythings. And you, Heres Tanarill, are not one of them.
And for your worry about Clockwork, he hasn't minded the hoard of other people I've had and still am having sex with, why the fuck would he mind me tapping your ass?”
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Date: 2007-03-14 06:35 am (UTC)"I . . . Dan, I'm sorry. I'm going to have to be honest here, and that's not easy for me. Okay. The things is. The only male I have ever felt anything more than physical attraction for is happily married. To a man that happens to be my more-or-less brother. My brother once organized the entire Hunter population of Horune, and most of the Talents as well, to fend off an army the size of Horune's entire population. To protect his husband. Those are two groups that have hated each other for over a millenia. And he just . . . made the hate go away. He loves me, but I don't know what he'd do if I tried anything with Sol. I don't want to know.
"And of course, there's the fact that Sol is fifteen years older than me. Jan's even older.
"Then there's the demon in my heart. I don't know what you did while searching for your Everythings, and I don't want to know. I know what the demon in my heart did while looking for me, and that's enough. Worse, I know he'd didn't care that he was doing it, because he was getting closer to me. Okay? I try not to get in the way of people and their Everythings. I don't want to be the cause of destruction like that."
He saw that Dan was going to speak, and held up a hand. "Let me finish, please.
"Yes, I understand that what you do with your Everythings in not just sex, and that you, specifically, will not haul off and level the world just because they have sex with someone else, either. But I don't have the assurance that every single person who lives for their Everythings will react the same way, and I don't want to judge someone wrong where it counts. I don't have the same experience, have never had it. The one I'd like to have it with is gay and taken; the one who'd like to have it with me is . . . I just. Can't. Love him. Even if I wanted to." He looked away, and then looked back. "He doesn't have a name, either. He's waiting for me to give him one."
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Date: 2007-03-14 07:44 am (UTC)"You're a crazy weird ass freak. Anything I could offer as advice probably won't work or help. But mind at least explaining why you leave your demon nameless? Cause having no name sucks like a sucky thing."
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Date: 2007-03-14 12:26 pm (UTC)"Besides, I don't know his name either."
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Date: 2007-03-14 04:39 pm (UTC)"Whatever dickface. I'm going off to play with my plushies." Dan growled
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Date: 2007-03-14 05:00 pm (UTC)But he was . . . happy, he supposed the word was, that there were people like Dan, who could go back and live the childhood he's been denied without shame.
If only he could do the same.