31 days: August 29, "Hatred is holy"

[tarigwaemir]

Blair Hall Apts., on the Feast of St. Medericus

I felt kind of drained after finishing "the AU Fic o' Doom" (as I called it in my head), and I thought to myself, surely no one would blame me if I skipped out on today's 31_days theme. So I planned to post instead about meeting up with ldmoonflower yesterday, just in time before she left for France, and maybe jot down some notes for myself on mental state while writing Balance (i.e. "What was I thinking?!"). But when I told my mother that I would skip writing for today and marathon Samsoon properly all night, she looked horrified and told me, "If you've come this far, then you might as well continue writing for the last three days. Otherwise, it will be an utter waste." You see, I had to explain to my mother exactly why I was spending all my nights typing frantically for hours and hours instead of talking to her. She doesn't quite understand the concept of fanfiction--and I think she forgets that I'm writing about anime characters--but I did show her some of my writing, and she's taken a bit of an interest. At least enough of an interest to put up with me not responding to her attempts at conversation and letting me stay up late without nagging me.

Anyway, it's thanks to her that I'm returning to drabble/ficlet mode and continuing to inflict more writing on you all. I don't think I'll ever be able to do this sort of thing again. But what about the wuxia themes coming up in February? Augh! >_<

Vandalized
Dedicated to aishuu because I love her fic

The room is small, dank and dirty, with its bare, concrete walls and its dripping ceiling. The broken blinds are half-closed, letting in lines of pale, watered-down sunlight that cut across the bed in zigzag patterns. In the bed, tangled in the yellowed sheets, is a jumble of white limbs and white hair. It is motionless except for the near imperceptible rise and fall of the chest and the constant twitching of a finger against the sheets.

Schuldich stoops as he enters this room and perches himself at the foot of the bed. He crosses his legs and leans back. He does not look at the pale, curled-up body. He gazes instead at the ceiling and smiles, the hard, bright smile of a sociopath.

He turns his head toward the window. The twitching finger freezes. He snorts. He walks over to the small coffee table next to the bed. The varnish is scratched, and one of the legs is shorter than the rest. On top of the table, a Bible lies open, its pages torn. Schuldich runs a finger down the thin paper.

The head lifts. Two yellow eyes open.

There is a rusty knife, next to the table. Schuldich picks it up, tosses it in the air with a flip and catches it by the handle. He examines the blade and touches the blood stains on it with an almost reverent expression. He throws it up and catches it again, then slams it into the open Bible. He looks over at the figure in the bed, with a triumphant grin.

Farfarello sits up and runs one hand through his hair. "That hurts God," he informs Schuldich. He reaches over to extricate the embedded knife and closes the ravaged book.

END

I feel vaguely blasphemous, but then again, what else can I do with a character like Farfarello? -_-

Yours &c.

Comments

[tryogeru.livejournal.com]

Squee!
"The head lifts. Two yellow eyes open." Totally reminds me of my cat (well, green, rather than yellow) and that is appropriate for Farfarello.
It's really cool how this drabble was mostly about inanimate objects, but still interesting to read. I will even forgive you the "hurts god" phrase 'cause it is no fault of yours that that it has become a cliche in fandom and 'cause it fits with your drabble. ^___^

[troisroyaumes]

It IS? Although I'm not surprised...I haven't read too many Farfarello fics though. The idea behind the fic was to try to describe a telepathic conversation without the telepathy. XD Glad you liked~

[tryogeru.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it is one of those phrases that the character uses a couple of times maybe in the series, and ends up being abused. ;_; Good line, just...abused. ;_;

[jaebi-lit.livejournal.com]

Your parents know that you write fanfic? They approve (or are neutral)?

[troisroyaumes]

Well, my mother does, although I really don't think that she understands the concept. She definitely doesn't realize that it's for anime, I think. ^_^;; But she's fine with it as long as it doesn't interfere with schoolwork.

[aetherangelette.livejournal.com]

I wish my mother would be fine with watching variety TV shows. Sighs

[troisroyaumes]

My mother wouldn't be fine with watching variety TV shows either. She approves of writing because it's productive. :P But regardless...whee, karaoke on Thursday! 신난다~

[ladydaera.livejournal.com]

oh, that's lovely! your mother's encouragements. it's also funny because i was telling my dad last night about yinya and my epistolary story, and he convinced me to start working on it again, so i'm determined to finish that long-stuck (two months?) letter tonight... ^_^
whatever series is this based on?

[troisroyaumes]

Ooh, that reminds me that I ought to sit down and catch up on your story. XD

The series is, um, summed up as "florists by day, assassins by night" + a whole lot of weird. ^_^;; What you don't know, I guess, from not having watched the anime, is that the character Schuldich is a telepath. The premise of the fic was to attempt describing a mental conversation without actually including the conversation. ^_^;;

Oh, by the way, have you read Brian's email re: the Gasshuku? Isn't it hilarious? Also, uh, we should really discuss kendo business sometime. -_-;;

[ladydaera.livejournal.com]

telepath... oohh...
*nod*
oh, don't catch up on the story, the recent letters are all out of order *blush*