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cluudle's commissioned prompt, a follow-up to Fae-Bane (LJ) and Frying Pan, Fire (LJ)
Faerie Apoc, Addergoole Year 9 - landing page here (or on LJ)
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The same thing... Timora frowned at the upperclassman. What was everyone else doing? Grabbing her? Making quicksand? Wait, Hell Night? "Hell Night?" She glared at him, not caring if her voice sounded like knives ripping through tin cans. "This is a stupid hazing?"
Porter scrabbled to the back of the niche, hands to the sides of his head. "It worked, didn't it? I mean, look at yourself - I'm surprised it doesn't hurt yet, but I guess that's either part of the Change or the adrenaline of being grabbed like that. It was pretty awesome, the way you made everyone run away, you know, but I'd really rather you didn't to the same to me."
She glared at him, but kept her lips pressed together while she processed what he'd said. It worked. Change. Doesn't hurt yet... She condensed her question down to the shortest she could manage. "Change?"
His nose twitched, but he didn't run (where could he go, anyway?), and her voice sounded slightly less horrible to her own ear. "Change. Like my..." He took the hat off, and the tiger-stripes and ears were back. "This. Or Tiggs’ quills-or-spikes-or-whatever-they-are.”
She’d Changed? She looked down at herself, at her hands, her skirt, her.... hooves? Feeling light-headed, she leaned against the wall. Hooves? This had to be the craziest prank ever.
"Woah, woah, here." Before she could complain, Porter was standing next to her, one arm around her waist, the other reaching up over his head and opening some sort of trap door. "Don't they hurt?"
There was that word again. She looked down at where her feet ought to be and shook her head no. No, she couldn't feel them at all. Everything below her knees was numb.
"Well, that's something to be thankful for, then. When I Changed, everything hurt for days. I swear, even my teeth hurt. Arundel, here."
Arundel? The handsome boy in her Trig and PE classes? What about him? Timora looked up, just in time for Porter to grab her around the waist and lift her into the air. She stifled everything but a squeak, not wanting him to get scared off and drop her.
"Got her." Stronger arms wrapped around her and picked her up, cradling her against his chest. She looked up, nervously. She'd never been manhandled like this and, while she liked it a little bit, it was uncomfortably like being grabbed from behind. “Hey.” Arundel smiled down at her, his sandy blond hair in disarray, some sort of feathered cloak over his… no. She twisted in his grip. No, those were wings.
“You…” She clamped her mouth shut, realizing that he was holding her over the trap door, through which Porter was scrambling. She didn’t want him to drop her.
He seemed unfazed, however. “Have wings,” he agreed, spreading them for her - beautiful, wide eagle-like wings, gold and brown and tan like his hair.
“Gorgeous,” she murmured, and then, mortified, she hid her face against his chest. What was he going to think?
“Thanks.” He shifted her in his arms a bit. “Let’s get you to the doctor’s, okay?”
She nodded, afraid if she opened her mouth she’d say something else stupid, and held on.
“Timora?” She thought it had been just a few steps, but she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure about the voice, either, and she didn’t want to look, but she thought it might be Calvin. “Put her down, bird-boy, she’s mine.”
His? He wanted her? She twisted to look, now. He wanted her, even after the hooves?
He was standing there, at least, looking entirely un-ruffled and un-fazed by the wildness around them. “Isn’t that right, Timora?” He smiled encouragingly at her, but she wasn’t seeing him. She was seeing the boy with the hedgehog hair and the Pilgrim-buckles standing right next to Calvin. Tiggs, from French, now that she was looking. Tiggs, who’d grabbed her.
“I’m afraid you’re too late,” Arundel answered for her.
cluudle's commissioned prompt, a follow-up to Fae-Bane (LJ) and Frying Pan, Fire (LJ)Faerie Apoc, Addergoole Year 9 - landing page here (or on LJ)
Commenters: 0
The same thing... Timora frowned at the upperclassman. What was everyone else doing? Grabbing her? Making quicksand? Wait, Hell Night? "Hell Night?" She glared at him, not caring if her voice sounded like knives ripping through tin cans. "This is a stupid hazing?"
Porter scrabbled to the back of the niche, hands to the sides of his head. "It worked, didn't it? I mean, look at yourself - I'm surprised it doesn't hurt yet, but I guess that's either part of the Change or the adrenaline of being grabbed like that. It was pretty awesome, the way you made everyone run away, you know, but I'd really rather you didn't to the same to me."
She glared at him, but kept her lips pressed together while she processed what he'd said. It worked. Change. Doesn't hurt yet... She condensed her question down to the shortest she could manage. "Change?"
His nose twitched, but he didn't run (where could he go, anyway?), and her voice sounded slightly less horrible to her own ear. "Change. Like my..." He took the hat off, and the tiger-stripes and ears were back. "This. Or Tiggs’ quills-or-spikes-or-whatever-they-are.”
She’d Changed? She looked down at herself, at her hands, her skirt, her.... hooves? Feeling light-headed, she leaned against the wall. Hooves? This had to be the craziest prank ever.
"Woah, woah, here." Before she could complain, Porter was standing next to her, one arm around her waist, the other reaching up over his head and opening some sort of trap door. "Don't they hurt?"
There was that word again. She looked down at where her feet ought to be and shook her head no. No, she couldn't feel them at all. Everything below her knees was numb.
"Well, that's something to be thankful for, then. When I Changed, everything hurt for days. I swear, even my teeth hurt. Arundel, here."
Arundel? The handsome boy in her Trig and PE classes? What about him? Timora looked up, just in time for Porter to grab her around the waist and lift her into the air. She stifled everything but a squeak, not wanting him to get scared off and drop her.
"Got her." Stronger arms wrapped around her and picked her up, cradling her against his chest. She looked up, nervously. She'd never been manhandled like this and, while she liked it a little bit, it was uncomfortably like being grabbed from behind. “Hey.” Arundel smiled down at her, his sandy blond hair in disarray, some sort of feathered cloak over his… no. She twisted in his grip. No, those were wings.
“You…” She clamped her mouth shut, realizing that he was holding her over the trap door, through which Porter was scrambling. She didn’t want him to drop her.
He seemed unfazed, however. “Have wings,” he agreed, spreading them for her - beautiful, wide eagle-like wings, gold and brown and tan like his hair.
“Gorgeous,” she murmured, and then, mortified, she hid her face against his chest. What was he going to think?
“Thanks.” He shifted her in his arms a bit. “Let’s get you to the doctor’s, okay?”
She nodded, afraid if she opened her mouth she’d say something else stupid, and held on.
“Timora?” She thought it had been just a few steps, but she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure about the voice, either, and she didn’t want to look, but she thought it might be Calvin. “Put her down, bird-boy, she’s mine.”
His? He wanted her? She twisted to look, now. He wanted her, even after the hooves?
He was standing there, at least, looking entirely un-ruffled and un-fazed by the wildness around them. “Isn’t that right, Timora?” He smiled encouragingly at her, but she wasn’t seeing him. She was seeing the boy with the hedgehog hair and the Pilgrim-buckles standing right next to Calvin. Tiggs, from French, now that she was looking. Tiggs, who’d grabbed her.
“I’m afraid you’re too late,” Arundel answered for her.
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Date: 2011-10-29 10:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-29 10:27 pm (UTC)I should be quiet. *sidles off, whistling innocently*
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Date: 2011-10-29 10:32 pm (UTC)He does have her. Now what will he DOOO with her?
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Date: 2011-10-29 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-29 11:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-29 10:31 pm (UTC)']ntage, (Drake helps), nor that of the 3rd member of their crew (or anything else except the 7th Sanctum:
The clever, conformist, sheltered female anthropomorphic Otter with a dark past. Her wardrobe is uncomplicated. )
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Date: 2011-10-29 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-29 11:15 pm (UTC)Well, you could have had a Very Religious Family who beat the demons out of you but never let you Do Anything?
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Date: 2011-10-29 11:19 pm (UTC)That would be horrid. >.>;
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Date: 2011-10-29 11:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-31 06:25 pm (UTC)Want more! :D
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Date: 2011-10-31 06:26 pm (UTC)Well, really, either way, there will be more.
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Date: 2011-10-31 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-31 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-31 08:15 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like it!!
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Date: 2011-10-31 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-02 12:52 pm (UTC)