skylarks

original fiction. premise involves a constantly terrified artist and the guy who tries to get her to do more than pencil drawings. started as a fandom AU, became something i wanted to do for real.
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( Paint me some wheat. )

things I recall; sept. 5, 2010. word count: 2145.

( durr hurr )

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He thinks like thrumming, like humming - a bird, then, with the quickest wings, whose flitting, fleeting appearance brings such excited observations (sometimes turning into chase, sometimes encouraging outcries: look at him, catch him, there he is, he will go away) from children who want to see and touch anything. He is the bird and the hands, reaching for and refusing to be caught, baby fat and high metabolism. The girlchild rushes after him because he is precious and ruby-throated, and he refuses to drink from her, to meet the body. He is as he thinks. It makes her cry terribly, as though he's skinned her knees, as though he's abandoned her; probably, he's done both of those things.