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this is a story about dave and aradia and Time. it is around 3k. i am very proud of this thing, as it is the first thing i’ve managed to finish in a long while! you should check it out.
exerpt:
On the table the body smiles at you with two mouths: the one on its face and the one slashed across its neck. Both mock you wetly, redly. One pale freckled arm lolls off the edge. Blood slips in slow graceful trickles down its length, hangs quivering at the tips of the fingers before falling to the earth with quiet tick-tocks. Nothing about the body suggests repose; it is all interrupted action, agony, a marionette whose strings were cut abruptly midway through the show.
well damn, Dave Strider says.
mind doing a dude a favor and straightening his shades
shits disgraceful
Instead you reach out and pluck them from his face. Without his glasses he looks younger and older all at once, different. Vulnerability lurks in the shadows smeared fuzzily beneath his lashes, in the graceful, swooping lines of his eyebrows. Idly, you reach out and trace one of them with the pad of your thumb. This close you can see that he has freckles, strange little light brown spots spattered across his cheekbones. But his face is marred by bruises; blood is smeared around his mouth and his eyes rest half-open like the shutters of some long-abandoned house, vacant and unknowing.
i know im pretty megido
face like mine could hang in the louvre and make the mona lisa herself cry because shell never look this good
but time is dead kids so how bout you gimme back my shades and get moving kay
You just hum in reply, and your hand moves up to smooth his hair. There’s something almost tender in the gesture.
we have a little while, you say.
cant you feel it?
AA: i was buried th0usands years created 0n the last day bef0re y0ur br0ther died pr0grammed t0 tell y0u this and n0w i will self destruct.
TG: oh thats depressing go self destruct a little farther away
AA: *starts beeping
TG: *ducks behind some car*
AA: (y0u are in ancient egypt)
TG: *camel
This was based on a prayer a little boy said which was shared on the following: here's the link
Avis is one of three fanchildren I have for Dave and Aradia. He has a twin brother named Jeth and a younger sister named Shiloh. (This was before Shiloh was born)
