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Title: Resonate
Fandom: ASRP (C) crazy fangirls, DP (C) The Bitch. I get no money, but sometimes I get shiny new intarwebs.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Good old Anglo-Saxon
Heres Tanarill came back from the garden, which had under her touch decided that while it might not bloom, the deep-down life of it would show for the first time in years, and put up her smock and washed her hands and discovered that she was resonating.
This was not because she was particularly sensitive to it, although she normally was. The resonance, however, had been building for weeks, insinuating itself into her so slowly that she had simply not noticed it until that moment. She only did see it because of the mud. Water alone was free enough to jiggle and bounce and cancel all the vibrations out, and earth by itself was strong enough to absorb it, but the mud that collected in the bottom of the basin showed the crisscrossing concentric oscillations that were characteristic of a resonance.
By their depth and frequency, they were quite strong ones too, but she couldn’t feel them since, of course, she was one of the resonators.
Although she would never admit it, it frightened her.
Walkers, by nature, very rarely resonated. Like everything else, they could only resonate with something of a similar enough nature, and the energy it took to vibrate Walkers across worlds and times was so huge that it rarely ever happened, and had never happened to Heres Tanarill. On the other hand, Walkers in close enough proximity to each other always resonated; it was one of the ways that they were able to track each other.
Heres Tanarill poked a finger into the mud, and watched as the oscillatory pattern changed. It didn’t change much, but it didn’t have to. It gave her a pretty good idea of how far away the other Walker was, which was: in the same worldset, not in the same series, and coming closer both through time and space.
She’d heard about this too, and had never experienced it either.
What she said was, “Oh, fuck.”
My bunnies want me to read Crowley/Aziraphale porn. While I don't object, as such it's distracting.
Today is the twentieth day of the Omer, which is two weeks and six days into the Omer.
Title: Resonate
Fandom: ASRP (C) crazy fangirls, DP (C) The Bitch. I get no money, but sometimes I get shiny new intarwebs.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Good old Anglo-Saxon
Heres Tanarill came back from the garden, which had under her touch decided that while it might not bloom, the deep-down life of it would show for the first time in years, and put up her smock and washed her hands and discovered that she was resonating.
This was not because she was particularly sensitive to it, although she normally was. The resonance, however, had been building for weeks, insinuating itself into her so slowly that she had simply not noticed it until that moment. She only did see it because of the mud. Water alone was free enough to jiggle and bounce and cancel all the vibrations out, and earth by itself was strong enough to absorb it, but the mud that collected in the bottom of the basin showed the crisscrossing concentric oscillations that were characteristic of a resonance.
By their depth and frequency, they were quite strong ones too, but she couldn’t feel them since, of course, she was one of the resonators.
Although she would never admit it, it frightened her.
Walkers, by nature, very rarely resonated. Like everything else, they could only resonate with something of a similar enough nature, and the energy it took to vibrate Walkers across worlds and times was so huge that it rarely ever happened, and had never happened to Heres Tanarill. On the other hand, Walkers in close enough proximity to each other always resonated; it was one of the ways that they were able to track each other.
Heres Tanarill poked a finger into the mud, and watched as the oscillatory pattern changed. It didn’t change much, but it didn’t have to. It gave her a pretty good idea of how far away the other Walker was, which was: in the same worldset, not in the same series, and coming closer both through time and space.
She’d heard about this too, and had never experienced it either.
What she said was, “Oh, fuck.”
My bunnies want me to read Crowley/Aziraphale porn. While I don't object, as such it's distracting.
Today is the twentieth day of the Omer, which is two weeks and six days into the Omer.
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Date: 2007-04-23 05:47 am (UTC)Dangit what is going on? I wanna knoooow. Is she going to meet herself?
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Date: 2007-04-23 05:53 am (UTC):3
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Date: 2007-04-23 05:55 am (UTC)