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eredienFor this drabble you need to know three things:
- Eathan’s world was sold to real-estate developers.
- The “Auryn” is a gem from the book The Neverending Story which enables and exhorts its wearers to “do as you wish.”
- Eathan is now in possession of it.
Note: Crow is Mouse's character, but she belonged here so I had to put her in. Mouse, this can be an alternate universe Crow if you like, but they were falling in love and fading to black and all last we saw our intrepid heroes...
Hope you like it, Gaudior.
Eathan drabble
Two weeks later the planar parking garage’s concrete is pockmarked, its pillars unstable. A crowbar and a world taken back in fragments are on the kitchen table in his apartment. Half-melted silverware, pottery shards, a charred squirrel carved from dark wood. The dragon’s nine-foot jawbone has fragments of asphalt stuck to it. Evenings spent in cleaning it are the most exhausting he ever knows: under sponge, soap, hand, chisel, it sings like bells, moves like the live thing it once belonged to.
Crow watches him across the room, edits proofs of his herbal, waits to tell him of their child.
- Eathan’s world was sold to real-estate developers.
- The “Auryn” is a gem from the book The Neverending Story which enables and exhorts its wearers to “do as you wish.”
- Eathan is now in possession of it.
Note: Crow is Mouse's character, but she belonged here so I had to put her in. Mouse, this can be an alternate universe Crow if you like, but they were falling in love and fading to black and all last we saw our intrepid heroes...
Hope you like it, Gaudior.
Eathan drabble
Two weeks later the planar parking garage’s concrete is pockmarked, its pillars unstable. A crowbar and a world taken back in fragments are on the kitchen table in his apartment. Half-melted silverware, pottery shards, a charred squirrel carved from dark wood. The dragon’s nine-foot jawbone has fragments of asphalt stuck to it. Evenings spent in cleaning it are the most exhausting he ever knows: under sponge, soap, hand, chisel, it sings like bells, moves like the live thing it once belonged to.
Crow watches him across the room, edits proofs of his herbal, waits to tell him of their child.
