First line stories
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tsaikoFor attilatehbun, Young Avengers:
Sometimes it happened like this:
The magic came when he called, electric blue and heavy with the taint of ozone. It seemed to rise from the ground and come down from the sky, meeting in the middle in a surge of energy and sparks. The world became overlain with a wash like an old sepia photograph only in shades of indigo. He could touch everything, feel everything, down to the heartbeat of the universe around him and it was his to change at will. It made him feel powerful and humble at the same time, this ability to shape the world around him by thought alone.
When he cast the spell, Billy knew it would work, because how could it not?
And sometimes it happened like this:
The magic refuses to come when he called, and when he demands that it show up right the hell now it comes in a rush, almost more than he can control. Energy seems to flow from everywhere, seeping into his pores from the very air itself until he's not sure if he can contain the sheer amount of power. The world doesn't become overlain with blue so much as light up like a lightbulb on the Christmas tree that his family never really had. He can touch everything and feel everything, but also gets the feeling that everything is looking back, like the Universe has a giant eye of Sauron staring right at him. It kind of freaked him out, the feeling that the world was malleable to his thoughts especially when he wasn't sure how it was going to respond to what he wanted it to do.
When he cast the spell, Billy knew it was going to be fucked up beyond all reason, but he how could he not try something when his teammates were in trouble?
For broken-moons, original:
It was probably the worst landing ever, or the most ridiculous crash.
Arden tried desperately to backwing – to slow his descent in any way – but it was no use. The membrane of his right wing was too damaged. He hit the ledge at felt speed. Not that it would have mattered much. He'd misjudged the distance.
The rocky shelf hit him up under his rib cage, driving the breath from his lungs with a giant whoosh. Arden tried to hold on. His claws dug shallow furrows into the rock, but he couldn't get any purchase. So instead he twisted mid-air and tried to get his wings back out to catch an up-draft.
There was no time.
He hit the boulder broad-side, bounced, and came crashing down onto a slope of scree. Arden tried to scream in pain, but he didn't have the breath. Gravity wasn't through with him though. He rolled down slope until he came to stop on the canyon floor.
Loose rocks pelted his scales with the sound of muted thunder. Dust filled the air, and Arden could taste the grit in his mouth. He sneezed once and whined at the pain in his ribs.
Good news: he was alive. Bad news: he was hurt, at the bottom of a canyon, and the battle was still going on above him. Arden took a full five minutes to rest before he forced himself to try and get to his feet. Pain didn't matter. He had to get back up there and help out his fellow dragons.
I swear I did another, but I can't for the life of me find it/remember who I did it for. Dang it.
Sometimes it happened like this:
The magic came when he called, electric blue and heavy with the taint of ozone. It seemed to rise from the ground and come down from the sky, meeting in the middle in a surge of energy and sparks. The world became overlain with a wash like an old sepia photograph only in shades of indigo. He could touch everything, feel everything, down to the heartbeat of the universe around him and it was his to change at will. It made him feel powerful and humble at the same time, this ability to shape the world around him by thought alone.
When he cast the spell, Billy knew it would work, because how could it not?
And sometimes it happened like this:
The magic refuses to come when he called, and when he demands that it show up right the hell now it comes in a rush, almost more than he can control. Energy seems to flow from everywhere, seeping into his pores from the very air itself until he's not sure if he can contain the sheer amount of power. The world doesn't become overlain with blue so much as light up like a lightbulb on the Christmas tree that his family never really had. He can touch everything and feel everything, but also gets the feeling that everything is looking back, like the Universe has a giant eye of Sauron staring right at him. It kind of freaked him out, the feeling that the world was malleable to his thoughts especially when he wasn't sure how it was going to respond to what he wanted it to do.
When he cast the spell, Billy knew it was going to be fucked up beyond all reason, but he how could he not try something when his teammates were in trouble?
For broken-moons, original:
It was probably the worst landing ever, or the most ridiculous crash.
Arden tried desperately to backwing – to slow his descent in any way – but it was no use. The membrane of his right wing was too damaged. He hit the ledge at felt speed. Not that it would have mattered much. He'd misjudged the distance.
The rocky shelf hit him up under his rib cage, driving the breath from his lungs with a giant whoosh. Arden tried to hold on. His claws dug shallow furrows into the rock, but he couldn't get any purchase. So instead he twisted mid-air and tried to get his wings back out to catch an up-draft.
There was no time.
He hit the boulder broad-side, bounced, and came crashing down onto a slope of scree. Arden tried to scream in pain, but he didn't have the breath. Gravity wasn't through with him though. He rolled down slope until he came to stop on the canyon floor.
Loose rocks pelted his scales with the sound of muted thunder. Dust filled the air, and Arden could taste the grit in his mouth. He sneezed once and whined at the pain in his ribs.
Good news: he was alive. Bad news: he was hurt, at the bottom of a canyon, and the battle was still going on above him. Arden took a full five minutes to rest before he forced himself to try and get to his feet. Pain didn't matter. He had to get back up there and help out his fellow dragons.
I swear I did another, but I can't for the life of me find it/remember who I did it for. Dang it.
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Date: 8/5/09 12:13 pm (UTC)I am kind of happy that everyone likes it.