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metamorphosis2012-07-29 11:33 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-07-29 11:33 pm
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Title: frostbite
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
145/365. coming to a store near you.
They’re separated by two feet of flowers, although he stands another few steps away to avoid freezing them. The mage sighs and draws herself up, feeling the energy of the elements around them seep into her skin and frowns; she’s going to awaken as an archmage, but she’s still a kid, and it must seem amusing to see such a strong source of power pouting because her companion - her not-quite opposite - almost smirks. It’s hard to tell (he’s in the shadows, carefully making sure he keeps away from living things) and she huffs, stepping around the flowers to shove a finger in his face.
“You should stop that! I know exactly what you are, and I don’t care!”
His eyebrows knit together - in confusion or anger, she doesn’t know - and he draws away, huffing as well.
“Then you should know not to —”
“— Get involved with you? Yeah right! Did you get that line from some awful romance book of Sharan’s!? Next thing you know, you’re going to —”
He steps out in the sun; she doesn’t finish her line as she looks at the glittering ice crystals covering his skin, like frost, and wonders if this is why he looks paler than the other mages. He frowns - yes, he’s definitely angry, but they’ve always gotten along like cats and dogs, if a bit more friendlier than that - and she shrugs, turning away.
“Okay, fine, you do sparkle. So what? Unless you’re going to bite me, I don’t care. Oh, wait, Edward didn’t bite her, did he? She wanted him to, but —”
“You talk too much.” She turns to see him turn, shoulders squared. She mimics his position, dashing in front of him and crossing her arms against her chest. He scowls a little (and she really is happy to see he hasn’t gotten a hold of this ‘cold anger’ bit; she loves a good, fired-up argument) and shakes his head, already knowing she wants the question. “Fine. What am I, then?”
“You’re a monster!”
“— Be serious!”
“I am!”
“You’re not!”
“I am! You rise up from the dead and you sparkle in the sunlight and you prey on poor, cute little mages just like me—”
“What part of you’s cute!?”
“— and you never want anyone to be your friend because you’re a big dumb scaredy-cat!”
He grits his teeth and closes his eyes; she wonders if he’s trying to turn his fury cold and sets her mouth in line, not wanting to lose another hot part of him.
“Sorry.” He opens his eyes, and she thinks she sees a hint of surprise; she takes it as her cue to continue. “You’re a monster, but that doesn’t mean I can just go out and say it.”
“That’s not the—”
“Shut up! Let me finish! Anyway, you’ve become like those Kashpa guys, right? The glacier kids or whatever? I always thought they were pretty cool, but it seems kind of scary, going under a total transformation like that.”
She’s not looking at him now; she’s turned to look at the flowers, touching their petals like she had before and listening to him breath behind her. She feels him kneel beside her - still not close to the flowers - and shoots him a furtive glance, trying to gauge his reaction. It’s hard to, though, because he won’t look at her, either.
“I guess.” It comes after ten agonizingly quiet minutes, and she almost jumps when he starts up — or doesn’t, because that’s the only thing he says and she doesn’t try to provoke more out of him, because at the least it’s something to show he’s still as alive as anyone else.
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
145/365. coming to a store near you.
They’re separated by two feet of flowers, although he stands another few steps away to avoid freezing them. The mage sighs and draws herself up, feeling the energy of the elements around them seep into her skin and frowns; she’s going to awaken as an archmage, but she’s still a kid, and it must seem amusing to see such a strong source of power pouting because her companion - her not-quite opposite - almost smirks. It’s hard to tell (he’s in the shadows, carefully making sure he keeps away from living things) and she huffs, stepping around the flowers to shove a finger in his face.
“You should stop that! I know exactly what you are, and I don’t care!”
His eyebrows knit together - in confusion or anger, she doesn’t know - and he draws away, huffing as well.
“Then you should know not to —”
“— Get involved with you? Yeah right! Did you get that line from some awful romance book of Sharan’s!? Next thing you know, you’re going to —”
He steps out in the sun; she doesn’t finish her line as she looks at the glittering ice crystals covering his skin, like frost, and wonders if this is why he looks paler than the other mages. He frowns - yes, he’s definitely angry, but they’ve always gotten along like cats and dogs, if a bit more friendlier than that - and she shrugs, turning away.
“Okay, fine, you do sparkle. So what? Unless you’re going to bite me, I don’t care. Oh, wait, Edward didn’t bite her, did he? She wanted him to, but —”
“You talk too much.” She turns to see him turn, shoulders squared. She mimics his position, dashing in front of him and crossing her arms against her chest. He scowls a little (and she really is happy to see he hasn’t gotten a hold of this ‘cold anger’ bit; she loves a good, fired-up argument) and shakes his head, already knowing she wants the question. “Fine. What am I, then?”
“You’re a monster!”
“— Be serious!”
“I am!”
“You’re not!”
“I am! You rise up from the dead and you sparkle in the sunlight and you prey on poor, cute little mages just like me—”
“What part of you’s cute!?”
“— and you never want anyone to be your friend because you’re a big dumb scaredy-cat!”
He grits his teeth and closes his eyes; she wonders if he’s trying to turn his fury cold and sets her mouth in line, not wanting to lose another hot part of him.
“Sorry.” He opens his eyes, and she thinks she sees a hint of surprise; she takes it as her cue to continue. “You’re a monster, but that doesn’t mean I can just go out and say it.”
“That’s not the—”
“Shut up! Let me finish! Anyway, you’ve become like those Kashpa guys, right? The glacier kids or whatever? I always thought they were pretty cool, but it seems kind of scary, going under a total transformation like that.”
She’s not looking at him now; she’s turned to look at the flowers, touching their petals like she had before and listening to him breath behind her. She feels him kneel beside her - still not close to the flowers - and shoots him a furtive glance, trying to gauge his reaction. It’s hard to, though, because he won’t look at her, either.
“I guess.” It comes after ten agonizingly quiet minutes, and she almost jumps when he starts up — or doesn’t, because that’s the only thing he says and she doesn’t try to provoke more out of him, because at the least it’s something to show he’s still as alive as anyone else.