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[Saint Seiya] Come Spring (G), random HP babbling
Title: Come spring
Pairing/Characters: Deathmask, Aphrodite
Series: Saint Seiya 30 Themes "Hope"
Warnings: Gen, a smidgen of sadness here and there
Wordcount: 580
Disclaimer: Masami Kurumada created Saint Seiya, so that means he owns the pretty boys and the shinies. ^^;
The winter comes, with frigid winds that leaves frost on the bare branches. Deathmask hates the cold, and Aphrodite laughs at him huddling under layers of woolen clothing. "You are a creature of warm summer and the sea, while I live for winter and the falling snow," he teases, before tucking a paper sunflower behind his ear.
Aphrodite meets the season with folded paper flowers. Everyday they are different: a small nosegay of scentless violets tied together with green ribbon, a pure white lily in a thin fluted vase for the next, and irises made of delicate tissue tinted watery blue and indigo. But Aphrodite likes to make origami roses most of all. He makes them for a vase by the window, replacing the ones he made the day before. It is ritual of winter, and one Deathmask does not understand.
To his eyes, winter is dead, but Aphrodite sees it differently. "Look, Deathmask," he says. "Kneel down and listen to the roots creeping underneath the ground. At this rate my garden will spread all over Sanctuary." He rejoices at the small bumps growing out of the dry branches. "There's going to be more roses come spring", he adds, as if it is the greatest news.
Winter is cold, with hoarfrost and sometimes snow, but Aphrodite turns to the sun and says, "I miss this," as if the leaden gray sky and mild sunshine comes at his bidding. When he stands in the middle of his bare rose garden Aphrodite--of the sky-bright hair and milky-pale skin--is the only remnant of gentle spring. The winter frees him to be himself, and his smiles are brighter, his tinkling laughter carries above the resting rose bushes. In summer Aphrodite smiles with mockery on his lips, and irony in his laugh, his roses deadly weapons in his hands.
One day he can't keep the question off his lips any longer. "Why do you keep folding these? I'll get you those silk flowers from town if you want."
And Aphrodite looks at him, confused. "Why would I want those ugly things? They're perfect and they never wither, but they aren't mine. These paper roses are just like the roses I grow in spring; I make them with my hands. And--" Here he grows quiet. "I fold them out of hope for a different spring."
"What do you want to change? It'll be hot, it'll rain, and you'll be surrounded by real roses again. Nothing changes."
"I hope that this spring my roses won't hurt or kill anyone. I want them to be plucked only for their beauty, and to be used as tokens between lovers." He laughs at the end, sadly, like he knows it can never come true.
Aphrodite's wish is childish even to Deathmask's ears, but doesn't he hope for the same thing? That one day he will see Aphrodite lying amidst a bed of white roses that will never be tainted by blood, smiling up to the sun as he does in winter.
"Teach me," he says, taking a sheet from the stack of paper on the table. "Teach me to make these with you." He doesn't need to add, 'I hope for this to come true,' because he knows Aphrodite understands.
Aphrodite sits down and guides his fumbling fingers to crease and fold a flower to life. A serene smile hovers on his lips.
-end Come spring-
The bad part is I've come up with a terrible rock band!AU and a fantasy AU for the twenty themes I did not pick for the main story. I tried to piece together a coherent "Oh, this is how they fell in love and fell apart" story for Deathmask and Aphrodite, and somehow smuttiness had worked its way in. I have breathplay and semi-public frottage listed down, and then there's bondage, threesome, and noncon over at the rockband!AU. I'm dreading what'll come up for the fantasy one. Crossdressing's sure to be there, at least. The thought of 'Dite in a ruffled ball gown gathered around his waist is the only reason I'm rereading bodice rippers. *coughs* Yes, I'm just educating myself over how you're supposed to throw someone over the field of heather when you want to have your dastardly way with them.I'm not thinking of making a crossdressing!romance novel Snupin, oh no, someone else have done it before!
***
*headdesks* Puppies. I hate puppies.
Demian Syndrome is bad for my health. I was attempting to draw young Snape, and a few lines into the sketch I realized the boy wearing the Anarchy shirt was Sirius Black. Damn, blast, hell and damnation! so went I, so I opted to finish off the set with mischievous!James, tired!Remus, and a rather ambiguous Peter. I never could draw him right - he just doesn't register in my radar. So to appease my Snape muse I tried drawing him again - and this time Regulus insisted to be drawn beside him. Regulus looks way too pretty for my taste, which is strange, since his brother looks manly. Apparently, in my world, MWPP era Snape was Regulus's tutor for a few subjects, and Regulus treats him like a cross between confidante and cousin. Regulus was the one who insisted Snape has to tie his hair back during their tutoring sessions, and Snape reluctantly complied. O_o;
So, here I am, with a freaky MWPP era fic where Sirius hates Severus for influencing (I think the word "corrupting" was bandied about) Regulus, Regulus is a funny, sweet and slightly unhinged version of his brother, Peter is a neurotic twit, and Lily is Loved By All. And did I say Regulus and Severus have the weirdest OOC conversations in my head?
Regulus: Severus, I have a canker sore again! It hurts!
Severus: Here. *hands over a bottle* Drink this.
Regulus: All right. *drinks* Fuck that stings! What the hell is it?!
Severus: Extract of Citrus sinensis mixed with two parts of the universal solvent. In short, orange juice. The muggles believe that Vitamin C deficiency leads to an increase in canker sores.
Regulus: That is so not true! I just need something for this sore. Don't you have some canker sore healer potion or anything like it?
Severus: If I did, I would sell it to the muggles. Just gargle with the usual concoction I made. And stop biting the inside of your cheek when you see your brother.
Regulus: But he's such an ass sometimes!
Severus: I know. But I don't worry myself sick about it.
*headdesks* I'm supposed to be writing DEATH GAMES, for Chrissakes, not a screwed up version of HP in the seventies. >_< And I still have those two bunnies o' doom I mentioned to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
osmalic a while back.
(Just copy-pasted from the IM conversation)
A RABID, HP-CHOMPING BUNNY CAME AND ATE MY BRAIN #1
It spat out this weird AU idea where Neville is some sort of herbologist with Snape as his less than social guardian. Snape is actually a reclusive editor of a publishing company, and he's just taken up the YA lit line after getting pressure from their management. Guess who's YA books he's editing? Lupin's! >_> Adding fuel to the fire of this terrible idea is Harry, the local vet, as their neighbor. And then it turns out that of COURSE Harry knows Lupin, and begs him to help the course of his true love, because Harry likes Neville. >_> OMFG, Woobie love! So, the set up is like Rapunzel, but a story like the Taming of the Shrew. And it came to me while I was agonizing over Death Games! X_X It almost sounds like a bunny I can hand over for a present to McKay. >_>
Small thought #1: Now that I think about it, it's perfectly plausible to set it after the war with no AU-ness, except it'll be crack, and then some. I was never good for crack, even back at the time when I did Indian-chief!Yakamo and the Feather of Doom.
Small thought #2: OMFG, I should get started with my Snupin_santa! XD How come I'm already planning my thank you for McKay when I'm supposed to be doing my actual entry!?
A RABID, HP-CHOMPING BUNNY CAME AND ATE MY BRAIN #2
The crack version was a drama school set up where Snape is the diva-ish acting coach, Remus their stage manager, Harry the lead man, and Draco and Neville are both vying for Harry's affection in some Godawful parody of Shakespeare. X_x The death knells can be heard from afar, my friend, and Snape keeps saying "Ghastly!" in my head.
Actually, I like this one. >_> But I have no literary pretensions, so I can't really make it into a workable fic. I wish it wasn't too late to send this off for a Snupin_santa request. >_> I guess it can wait till the next fantasy fest? :D
Pairing/Characters: Deathmask, Aphrodite
Series: Saint Seiya 30 Themes "Hope"
Warnings: Gen, a smidgen of sadness here and there
Wordcount: 580
Disclaimer: Masami Kurumada created Saint Seiya, so that means he owns the pretty boys and the shinies. ^^;
The winter comes, with frigid winds that leaves frost on the bare branches. Deathmask hates the cold, and Aphrodite laughs at him huddling under layers of woolen clothing. "You are a creature of warm summer and the sea, while I live for winter and the falling snow," he teases, before tucking a paper sunflower behind his ear.
Aphrodite meets the season with folded paper flowers. Everyday they are different: a small nosegay of scentless violets tied together with green ribbon, a pure white lily in a thin fluted vase for the next, and irises made of delicate tissue tinted watery blue and indigo. But Aphrodite likes to make origami roses most of all. He makes them for a vase by the window, replacing the ones he made the day before. It is ritual of winter, and one Deathmask does not understand.
To his eyes, winter is dead, but Aphrodite sees it differently. "Look, Deathmask," he says. "Kneel down and listen to the roots creeping underneath the ground. At this rate my garden will spread all over Sanctuary." He rejoices at the small bumps growing out of the dry branches. "There's going to be more roses come spring", he adds, as if it is the greatest news.
Winter is cold, with hoarfrost and sometimes snow, but Aphrodite turns to the sun and says, "I miss this," as if the leaden gray sky and mild sunshine comes at his bidding. When he stands in the middle of his bare rose garden Aphrodite--of the sky-bright hair and milky-pale skin--is the only remnant of gentle spring. The winter frees him to be himself, and his smiles are brighter, his tinkling laughter carries above the resting rose bushes. In summer Aphrodite smiles with mockery on his lips, and irony in his laugh, his roses deadly weapons in his hands.
One day he can't keep the question off his lips any longer. "Why do you keep folding these? I'll get you those silk flowers from town if you want."
And Aphrodite looks at him, confused. "Why would I want those ugly things? They're perfect and they never wither, but they aren't mine. These paper roses are just like the roses I grow in spring; I make them with my hands. And--" Here he grows quiet. "I fold them out of hope for a different spring."
"What do you want to change? It'll be hot, it'll rain, and you'll be surrounded by real roses again. Nothing changes."
"I hope that this spring my roses won't hurt or kill anyone. I want them to be plucked only for their beauty, and to be used as tokens between lovers." He laughs at the end, sadly, like he knows it can never come true.
Aphrodite's wish is childish even to Deathmask's ears, but doesn't he hope for the same thing? That one day he will see Aphrodite lying amidst a bed of white roses that will never be tainted by blood, smiling up to the sun as he does in winter.
"Teach me," he says, taking a sheet from the stack of paper on the table. "Teach me to make these with you." He doesn't need to add, 'I hope for this to come true,' because he knows Aphrodite understands.
Aphrodite sits down and guides his fumbling fingers to crease and fold a flower to life. A serene smile hovers on his lips.
-end Come spring-
The bad part is I've come up with a terrible rock band!AU and a fantasy AU for the twenty themes I did not pick for the main story. I tried to piece together a coherent "Oh, this is how they fell in love and fell apart" story for Deathmask and Aphrodite, and somehow smuttiness had worked its way in. I have breathplay and semi-public frottage listed down, and then there's bondage, threesome, and noncon over at the rockband!AU. I'm dreading what'll come up for the fantasy one. Crossdressing's sure to be there, at least. The thought of 'Dite in a ruffled ball gown gathered around his waist is the only reason I'm rereading bodice rippers. *coughs* Yes, I'm just educating myself over how you're supposed to throw someone over the field of heather when you want to have your dastardly way with them.
***
*headdesks* Puppies. I hate puppies.
Demian Syndrome is bad for my health. I was attempting to draw young Snape, and a few lines into the sketch I realized the boy wearing the Anarchy shirt was Sirius Black. Damn, blast, hell and damnation! so went I, so I opted to finish off the set with mischievous!James, tired!Remus, and a rather ambiguous Peter. I never could draw him right - he just doesn't register in my radar. So to appease my Snape muse I tried drawing him again - and this time Regulus insisted to be drawn beside him. Regulus looks way too pretty for my taste, which is strange, since his brother looks manly. Apparently, in my world, MWPP era Snape was Regulus's tutor for a few subjects, and Regulus treats him like a cross between confidante and cousin. Regulus was the one who insisted Snape has to tie his hair back during their tutoring sessions, and Snape reluctantly complied. O_o;
So, here I am, with a freaky MWPP era fic where Sirius hates Severus for influencing (I think the word "corrupting" was bandied about) Regulus, Regulus is a funny, sweet and slightly unhinged version of his brother, Peter is a neurotic twit, and Lily is Loved By All. And did I say Regulus and Severus have the weirdest OOC conversations in my head?
Regulus: Severus, I have a canker sore again! It hurts!
Severus: Here. *hands over a bottle* Drink this.
Regulus: All right. *drinks* Fuck that stings! What the hell is it?!
Severus: Extract of Citrus sinensis mixed with two parts of the universal solvent. In short, orange juice. The muggles believe that Vitamin C deficiency leads to an increase in canker sores.
Regulus: That is so not true! I just need something for this sore. Don't you have some canker sore healer potion or anything like it?
Severus: If I did, I would sell it to the muggles. Just gargle with the usual concoction I made. And stop biting the inside of your cheek when you see your brother.
Regulus: But he's such an ass sometimes!
Severus: I know. But I don't worry myself sick about it.
*headdesks* I'm supposed to be writing DEATH GAMES, for Chrissakes, not a screwed up version of HP in the seventies. >_< And I still have those two bunnies o' doom I mentioned to
osmalic a while back.(Just copy-pasted from the IM conversation)
A RABID, HP-CHOMPING BUNNY CAME AND ATE MY BRAIN #1
It spat out this weird AU idea where Neville is some sort of herbologist with Snape as his less than social guardian. Snape is actually a reclusive editor of a publishing company, and he's just taken up the YA lit line after getting pressure from their management. Guess who's YA books he's editing? Lupin's! >_> Adding fuel to the fire of this terrible idea is Harry, the local vet, as their neighbor. And then it turns out that of COURSE Harry knows Lupin, and begs him to help the course of his true love, because Harry likes Neville. >_> OMFG, Woobie love! So, the set up is like Rapunzel, but a story like the Taming of the Shrew. And it came to me while I was agonizing over Death Games! X_X It almost sounds like a bunny I can hand over for a present to McKay. >_>
Small thought #1: Now that I think about it, it's perfectly plausible to set it after the war with no AU-ness, except it'll be crack, and then some. I was never good for crack, even back at the time when I did Indian-chief!Yakamo and the Feather of Doom.
Small thought #2: OMFG, I should get started with my Snupin_santa! XD How come I'm already planning my thank you for McKay when I'm supposed to be doing my actual entry!?
A RABID, HP-CHOMPING BUNNY CAME AND ATE MY BRAIN #2
The crack version was a drama school set up where Snape is the diva-ish acting coach, Remus their stage manager, Harry the lead man, and Draco and Neville are both vying for Harry's affection in some Godawful parody of Shakespeare. X_x The death knells can be heard from afar, my friend, and Snape keeps saying "Ghastly!" in my head.
Actually, I like this one. >_> But I have no literary pretensions, so I can't really make it into a workable fic. I wish it wasn't too late to send this off for a Snupin_santa request. >_> I guess it can wait till the next fantasy fest? :D
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