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storypaint) wrote2009-08-10 03:58 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-08-10 03:58 pm
Cartography (Tacroy gen)
Title: Cartography
Fandom: The Chronicles of Chrestomanci [The Lives of Christopher Chant]
Length: 261 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: Chrestomanci Chronicles, Christopher & Tacroy, exploring a new Series
Pairing: Tacroy gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: But just as Christopher was full of life, he pumped Tacroy full of it too, and sometimes he could see through Christopher's enthusiastic eyes to a world made new.
Christopher had no sense of danger, Tacroy thought sometimes, shaking his head and following after the boy as he darted through the crowds. Christopher saw nothing in the crowds but excitment, friendly strangers, potential futures.
Tacroy... well, his future wasn't his own, nor his choice of employment, nor even his soul. If it were, he might have something to say about babysitting a little smuggler who had no idea what was going on behind the scenes. But just as Christopher was full of life, he pumped Tacroy full of it too, and sometimes he could see through Christopher's enthusiastic eyes to a world made new.
Once Christopher had told him there were hundreds of "Anywheres," as he called the worlds. Tacroy's heart had, for a moment, soared with hope, even though he hadn't quite understood why. When a man's soul wasn't his own, even the most exotic of places could never be more than a place to pause and rest.
"Come on, come on!" Christopher called back over his shoulder, laughing, and Tacroy smiled back, slipping lithely through the crowds to catch up to the small boy. The carriage had been sent home. Now it was their time to explore.
Christopher grabbed his hand, held it tight, and pulled pulled pulled. Who could resist an excitement like that? Stronger men had tried, and failed.
So he let himself be led, and didn't resent the feeling. For once, it was clean and innocent.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he said, with a glimmer of laughter, and they set out into a fresh world.
Fandom: The Chronicles of Chrestomanci [The Lives of Christopher Chant]
Length: 261 words
Prompt:
comment_fic: Chrestomanci Chronicles, Christopher & Tacroy, exploring a new SeriesPairing: Tacroy gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: But just as Christopher was full of life, he pumped Tacroy full of it too, and sometimes he could see through Christopher's enthusiastic eyes to a world made new.
Christopher had no sense of danger, Tacroy thought sometimes, shaking his head and following after the boy as he darted through the crowds. Christopher saw nothing in the crowds but excitment, friendly strangers, potential futures.
Tacroy... well, his future wasn't his own, nor his choice of employment, nor even his soul. If it were, he might have something to say about babysitting a little smuggler who had no idea what was going on behind the scenes. But just as Christopher was full of life, he pumped Tacroy full of it too, and sometimes he could see through Christopher's enthusiastic eyes to a world made new.
Once Christopher had told him there were hundreds of "Anywheres," as he called the worlds. Tacroy's heart had, for a moment, soared with hope, even though he hadn't quite understood why. When a man's soul wasn't his own, even the most exotic of places could never be more than a place to pause and rest.
"Come on, come on!" Christopher called back over his shoulder, laughing, and Tacroy smiled back, slipping lithely through the crowds to catch up to the small boy. The carriage had been sent home. Now it was their time to explore.
Christopher grabbed his hand, held it tight, and pulled pulled pulled. Who could resist an excitement like that? Stronger men had tried, and failed.
So he let himself be led, and didn't resent the feeling. For once, it was clean and innocent.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he said, with a glimmer of laughter, and they set out into a fresh world.
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