Labels: _art, _fanart, c: hyuuga hinata, c: kit scythe, c: lucas caine devisser, c: methis, fandom: naruto, verse: errerrin, verse: etherworld

Labels: _art, c: charon fury, c: kit scythe, c: laila ace, c: lucas caine devisser, c: methis, c: naizeth grief, verse: errerrin

324 words. (Why are my drabbles always around 300 words? Huh.) This one probably won't make any sense without any context, all of which unfortunately resides in my head. Sorry!

Also, yay for pretentious musical titles.

Discursive Repetition

Lucas is dreaming again. He's standing on the street, wind at his cheeks and hands, the road stone-cold against his bare feet. He's staring at Methis' back.

"Please don't leave," he begs, and feels eight years old again, clutching at the impossible and watching his mother leave.

This is how he knows he's dreaming: Methis turns around, and looks long and hard at Lucas, and doesn't leave. "Al right," he acquiesces.

Lucas wakes up. It's seven and the alarm is screaming in his ear. It's been eight days since Methis left, and it's absurdly unfair that the world is rolling on, that he has an essay due today and a party to attend this Friday, that no one but Lucas cares that Methis is gone.

Methis burst into his life and changed it utterly, tore it out by its roots and flung everything upside down. Now he's gone, except the foundations Methis tore are still broken. The roots don't fit anymore.

Lucas gets up. His backpack sits at the foot of his bed, homework sticking out and rumpled by the weight of his MP3 player.

He goes to school.

-

That night, he dreams again. It's yet another permutation of that night: on the street, cold and barefoot, and he's begging.

Only this time, before he can speak, Methis says: "You really should stop doing this."

Methis doesn't turn around. He doesn't go back. And this is how Lucas knows he isn't dreaming. Except if this isn't a dream, then what is it?

"You shouldn't have left," Lucas retorts, stubborn as always.

"I had to," Methis says. It's almost an apology. "Ise is waiting for me."

"I'm waiting for you," Lucas says, but this time, he doesn't beg as Methis starts walking, each step taking him just that much further. Lucas watches him disappear, and then he wakes up. It's seven, and the alarm's going off. It's been nine days since Methis left. The world keeps turning, and Lucas goes to school.

Labels: _fiction, c: lucas caine devisser, c: methis, verse: etherworld

Methis is the ~star~ of this post. Etherworld verse.

Labels: c: ise, c: lucas caine devisser, c: methis, verse: etherworld

Etherworld verse.

The drabble is 334 words, and NC-17 because of m/f sex, but it's not like there's any vivid description, or anything. It's unbeta'd.

Normal

Lucas wanted normal for just one night, which is why he is in Kyle's room, with the lights turned off and the curtains shut, his shirt somewhere in the living room and his pants on the floor.

He cups Kyle's breasts with his hands, runs a thumb over a nipple. He thinks, briefly, of hard muscle and dark eyes, and a hot, salty weight on his tongue, but for now this is enough. Kyle is enough.

The radio is still playing in the background. It would be nice if some cliché love song were on, but instead it's two hosts blabbering about celebrities and divorce. Lucas has to fight the urge to roll his eyes, even as he pushes Kyle's knees apart, positions himself, and sinks carefully into her.

Kyle hisses something, a sound that could be yes or is maybe just her expelling breath.

This, Lucas thinks depressingly, is normal. An evening with a girl in her room, with her parents out having dinner somewhere. The radio is still rolling, and saying something about discounts, 20% off but only if you come quickly enough. Kyle is still a girl. Even so, Lucas wants to draw the moment out, except he can't. Can't, because Kyle's parents could come back anytime.

Kyle makes a sudden noise, and this time Lucas is sure it's a word, maybe even his name. Then he feels it, too, that push over the edge. He reaches for her in that final moment and doesn't care that she's soft under him, curves instead of angles, mouthing her neck helplessly as he comes.

Sex makes him sleepy, but Kyle throws his boxers at him, and then his pants. He takes the hint, and dresses. As she heads to the shower, to wash off the smell of him, maybe, she glances back. "You still up for dinner tomorrow?" she asks.

Lucas thinks of normal, and what he isn't.

He smiles at her. "Sorry," he says, "but no. I've got plans with someone else."

Labels: _fiction, c: kyle, c: lucas caine devisser, verse: etherworld