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dolevalanAdministration note: Vacation and beginning of term have been backing up my writing schedule, such as it is. But I'm still here and kicking. Also, you should know I haven't been checking my friends lists while signed in from this account very often, so if there's anything pressing that you've friends locked...I probably missed it. I can't imagine why this would be important, but I thought I'd make a note. Anyway, here's your lovely 15 minute fic.
Title: Undone
Fandom: Original
Rating: Erm...PG-13 ish? Implied slash.
He had never missed a day of school in his life. He was proud of it, actually; he wasn’t the top of his class, or the bottom, neither best or worst at athletics. He was an average looking boy, and he had always maintained a fair but not astounding number of friends. But he had this one little patch of pride, and that was his perfect attendance record.
Of course, he knew it meant nothing, really. A thousand chances had conspired in his favor, and had things gone differently, he might just has easily have missed a dozen academic appointments. But there he was, day after day, copying his Latin and answering the sums as best he could. The sums got harder, and the Latin more intricate, but he was there, steadier than the sunrise and as accurate as his father’s pocket watch.
Over time, his attendance had become a sort of game, played with the calendar. He’d schedule appointments carefully so nothing conflicted with lessons, and he would continually ensure that he was in the peak of health, as best he could. He got to university, and increased liberty meant that he took more credit for being present and on time consistently. It was like a huge house of cards he was building, day by day, lesson by lesson. What was on the cards mattered in other games, but in his, it was only the arrangement that counted.
The sunlight streamed in, catching in the tangled mess of his ruddy brown hair and making a nest for itself. He stirred idly, stretching, the smile lingering on his lips as if his dreams had simply been a continuation of the previous evening. Blinking, he turned into the warmth at his side, smelling the warm, almost musky scent that enveloped him until a small bell began to ring somewhere at the back of his mind. Fighting back sleep with a will, he struggled to sit up, a shake of his head sending the sunlight scattering in every direction.
He could see by the position of the sun it was getting to be late morning. A look of horror dawned on his face, even as a strong, firm hand reached up to find the small of his back.
“Damnation.” He turned and looked at the wicked, amused gray eyes of the boy beside him. He’d gotten this far… and here was a prat with hair like a raven’s wing who had gently and carelessly blown the house of cards to the ground.
Title: Undone
Fandom: Original
Rating: Erm...PG-13 ish? Implied slash.
He had never missed a day of school in his life. He was proud of it, actually; he wasn’t the top of his class, or the bottom, neither best or worst at athletics. He was an average looking boy, and he had always maintained a fair but not astounding number of friends. But he had this one little patch of pride, and that was his perfect attendance record.
Of course, he knew it meant nothing, really. A thousand chances had conspired in his favor, and had things gone differently, he might just has easily have missed a dozen academic appointments. But there he was, day after day, copying his Latin and answering the sums as best he could. The sums got harder, and the Latin more intricate, but he was there, steadier than the sunrise and as accurate as his father’s pocket watch.
Over time, his attendance had become a sort of game, played with the calendar. He’d schedule appointments carefully so nothing conflicted with lessons, and he would continually ensure that he was in the peak of health, as best he could. He got to university, and increased liberty meant that he took more credit for being present and on time consistently. It was like a huge house of cards he was building, day by day, lesson by lesson. What was on the cards mattered in other games, but in his, it was only the arrangement that counted.
The sunlight streamed in, catching in the tangled mess of his ruddy brown hair and making a nest for itself. He stirred idly, stretching, the smile lingering on his lips as if his dreams had simply been a continuation of the previous evening. Blinking, he turned into the warmth at his side, smelling the warm, almost musky scent that enveloped him until a small bell began to ring somewhere at the back of his mind. Fighting back sleep with a will, he struggled to sit up, a shake of his head sending the sunlight scattering in every direction.
He could see by the position of the sun it was getting to be late morning. A look of horror dawned on his face, even as a strong, firm hand reached up to find the small of his back.
“Damnation.” He turned and looked at the wicked, amused gray eyes of the boy beside him. He’d gotten this far… and here was a prat with hair like a raven’s wing who had gently and carelessly blown the house of cards to the ground.
