random pieces of a soundtrack

2006-07-14T02:43:14Z

I really do think I'm getting used to pain, and in that spirit, there will definitely be a Sunday post this week...but in the meantime, have some tuneage. These are some of the songs I listen to while outlining this thing, and they may not be perfect, but I'm not exactly paying a huge amount of attention to them while I'm outlining, either. *grins*

Guided By Voices - "Awful Bliss"
Self-explanatory. I just love this song.

Elliott Smith - "Can't Make a Sound"
Oddly enough, one of the Vos/Avin songs...probably because I always end up tuning in on certain lines, heh...like "Can't you tell me what's happening?" and "Spinning the world like a toy top," (Avin) not to mention the "Why would you want any other? / When you're a world within a world..." (Vos, baby, you've got it bad.)

Laika - "Girls Without Hands"
The rues, of all things. "In the shadow / Sleepless shadow / I have fallen far below" and "White snow is falling down / Falls down hits the ground"

Venus Hum - "Hummingbirds"
Music for summoning. "Some of my favorite colors in the world..."

chapter four AU: thousand

2006-06-26T02:46:24Z

Category: AU/outtake for an original slashy high-fantasy tentaclefic epic threesome. Bwahahaha.
Rating: Worksafe...as long as you don't fear the silly.
Disclaimer: I know that crack is bad for me, and yet sometimes you just have to own your addictions. This is one of those times.
General Notes: Pain does weird things to the creative process. Or do I mean pain pills?
Summary: In which Avin is asked to sit down.

Thousand
Sleeps With Coyotes
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Surfacing slowly from unremembered dreams, Avin stretched out his arm, splayed fingers searching the empty expanse of sheets. They were cool beneath his touch, almost winter-cold this deep in the stone of the keep, but it was the single tentacle poking delicately at his shoulder that prodded him awake. Prying his eyes open reluctantly, he frowned up at the tentacles waving over him, his half-awake voice roughened by sleep.

"Mal?" he asked, seriously considering burying his head under the pillows for a few more minutes. Or days. If anyone asked where he'd been, he could just tell them he'd found something interesting in the library. No one would ever know.

Wake up, Mal said, poking him again as his eyes slipped closed.

He actually sounded serious.

"Hn?" Avin managed, slitting one eye open as tentacles shifted, parted, and deposited something warm and restless in the middle of his stomach.

Here is the first, Mal said, a note of unmistakable pride mixing oddly with trepidation in his voice.

Avin half sat up, bracing himself on his elbows, and stared down at his middle.

He blinked, then blinked again.

It's certainly not my summoning, he almost said, but then he woke up a bit more.

The thing cooed at him, stuffing a waving tendril into its mouth. Though the color was exactly right, the scale of the limb was entirely wrong for it to be one of Mal's.

"The first...um. It's a baby. It's...a tentacled...Mal?"

Ours, Mal said firmly, tentacles barely moving at all.

"Ours?"

He's ours.

"Our--but I thought you were male!" Avin was aware his voice had shot up to octaves not visited since he was twelve, but he rather felt the situation warranted it.

Mal's sigh was surprisingly pained, and that silenced Avin with a guilty start. Your concept of gender is so limiting, Mal said plaintively, and Avin shifted to free an arm, reaching out to grasp the nearest tendril in a comforting grip. He hadn't meant to make Mal feel out of place or strange to him. If this was how things were, then he'd accept it the way he'd welcomed everything else of Catamalgra into his life: wholeheartedly, and without reservation.

Glancing down at the baby curled up on his stomach, he decided not to be startled by the way its chubby body branched into tentacles instead of legs or the way they wound through the sheets to anchor the child to his side. Once clear on that point, he had to admit the infant was rather...cute.

"Well...I guess," he said with only a display of reluctance, gingerly offering a finger to be coiled around. "And he has the mage spark, at least...and his little tentacles are so.... Wait," he said abruptly, lifting his eyes to the much larger tendrils that hemmed him in. "What did you mean by 'the first?'"

The first to hatch of the thousand I spawned.

"Thou--" Avin choked. He couldn't possibly have heard what he thought he had, because that would mean-- "An army. You gave me an army of tentacled mages. An army."

Erm-- Mal hedged, the tips of his tentacles flicking uncertainly as Avin stared up at him with hot, adoring eyes.

"Marry me."

He wasn't prepared for the terrifying sensation of falling, or for the way his heart hammered against his ribs as he woke with a start. Sitting up wildly, he found himself still ringed in by a forest of silvery-green tendrils, but Mal's tentacles were completely, utterly, suspiciously still.

Groaning, Avin fell back to the bed, throwing an arm across his eyes. "Not one word," he growled, rolling over to yank the sheets up over his head when Mal actually followed his advice.

Tentacled mage-babies. He'd almost rather let Gowern win.

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random pieces of a soundtrack

chapter four AU: thousand