tumblr picture ficlets
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schmericaExperimenting with tumblr posting for teeny-tiny-ficlets-based-on-specific-pictures, but I feel weird about it. Tumblr and fic just don't seem to go together, even for small things. Although I enjoy when other people post ficlets to my dashboard, so I'm not sure what the difference is there.
(I never like it when people post whole stories there, but that's a whole different thing.)
Anyway. Reposting here for posterity. Both are Erik/Charles, first is only a paragrah, second is a bit longer.
Charles obeys almost instantly - climbing onto the bed, settling onto his knees, his back against the headboard. He rests his hands on his thighs, seemingly casual, and looks back at Erik. Not for approval, or guidance, nothing like that; his expression is nothing but a challenge.
He knocks on the shed door - once, then a pause, then twice more - and waits. After a moment, the lock comes apart, floating in the air before him, and he can open the door.
It’s dark inside the shed, especially after the bright sun outside and he can’t see the other boy anywhere. He has to be there somewhere, of course, or else the metal couldn’t have moved. Charles clears his throat. “I brought you some food,” he says, raising his voice.
The boy steps out of a corner, behind where some old lawnmower has been stored. He’s good at hiding, Charles thinks. It must be a skill he’s cultivated. The boy’s face still looks suspicious, but Charles can feel that he’s somewhat less wary now. He’s willing to trust Charles, at least for now, at least this much.
“It’s just some sandwiches,” Charles says, placing the plastic bag on the ground between them - he’d learned enough, through the boy’s thoughts yesterday, to know that he wouldn’t react well to being touched. “There’s a couple more bottles of water, too.”
The other boy nods once, and then steps forward slowly. Trying not to seem too eager, Charles thinks. He sits down on the ground, crossing his legs, and takes a sandwich out of the bag, unwrapping it and biting into it. He closes his eyes, savoring the bite for a moment before swallowing, and then looks back to Charles.
“Thank you,” the boy says. It sounds like it doesn’t come easily. Charles thinks his accent might be German.
“I have to get back to the house before they notice I’m gone,” Charles says. “I’ll be back later. Is there - is there anything else you need?”
The boy shakes his head, but Charles hears his thoughts of flashlight, something to read. He’ll stop by the mansion’s library before he sneaks out this evening.
“Goodbye, then,” Charles says. He closes the door behind him when he leaves, and waits long enough to make sure the boy has set up the lock, fastened it again. It’s the safest place on the property, especially with what the other boy can do, but Charles made him a promise yesterday, and he’s determined to see it through.
(I never like it when people post whole stories there, but that's a whole different thing.)
Anyway. Reposting here for posterity. Both are Erik/Charles, first is only a paragrah, second is a bit longer.
Charles obeys almost instantly - climbing onto the bed, settling onto his knees, his back against the headboard. He rests his hands on his thighs, seemingly casual, and looks back at Erik. Not for approval, or guidance, nothing like that; his expression is nothing but a challenge.
He knocks on the shed door - once, then a pause, then twice more - and waits. After a moment, the lock comes apart, floating in the air before him, and he can open the door.
It’s dark inside the shed, especially after the bright sun outside and he can’t see the other boy anywhere. He has to be there somewhere, of course, or else the metal couldn’t have moved. Charles clears his throat. “I brought you some food,” he says, raising his voice.
The boy steps out of a corner, behind where some old lawnmower has been stored. He’s good at hiding, Charles thinks. It must be a skill he’s cultivated. The boy’s face still looks suspicious, but Charles can feel that he’s somewhat less wary now. He’s willing to trust Charles, at least for now, at least this much.
“It’s just some sandwiches,” Charles says, placing the plastic bag on the ground between them - he’d learned enough, through the boy’s thoughts yesterday, to know that he wouldn’t react well to being touched. “There’s a couple more bottles of water, too.”
The other boy nods once, and then steps forward slowly. Trying not to seem too eager, Charles thinks. He sits down on the ground, crossing his legs, and takes a sandwich out of the bag, unwrapping it and biting into it. He closes his eyes, savoring the bite for a moment before swallowing, and then looks back to Charles.
“Thank you,” the boy says. It sounds like it doesn’t come easily. Charles thinks his accent might be German.
“I have to get back to the house before they notice I’m gone,” Charles says. “I’ll be back later. Is there - is there anything else you need?”
The boy shakes his head, but Charles hears his thoughts of flashlight, something to read. He’ll stop by the mansion’s library before he sneaks out this evening.
“Goodbye, then,” Charles says. He closes the door behind him when he leaves, and waits long enough to make sure the boy has set up the lock, fastened it again. It’s the safest place on the property, especially with what the other boy can do, but Charles made him a promise yesterday, and he’s determined to see it through.
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