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ZANE . house venture ([personal profile] godsays) wrote2014-05-18 09:16 pm

49th metal . video and spam

[ video ]

[ Zane trains the camera on a small, pale blue flower. It is exquisite, for people who care about this kind of thing. Delicate and unique. A quiet spiral of petals.

He turns the camera back to himself. ]


If anyone hurts this flower, I will hurt you back.

[ He's going to start leaving it unlocked. THIS IS A HUGE RISK.

After a moment, he remembers...

Oh, right. He's a warden. ]


...gently.

[ He will only hurt you gently. This is probably a lie. ]

Don't hurt it.

[ spam ]

[ Find Zane in the CES, with two loose rabbits, unleashed, in metal harnesses. He is climbing. He is running, faster than a human should run. He is flying. He is trying to remember freedom without killing.

Find him in the greenhouse, fussing over the flower, followed by a flock of dinosaur chickens.

If elsewhere, let me know, and we'll work something out. ]
heisrisen: (c shall remain as nature has provided)

[personal profile] heisrisen 2014-05-24 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
[All his breath goes out of him, he presses close, pours himself into it, doesn't break away until he starts going light-headed, has to gulp down air.]

I want to. I want - that, to help, to build. People, systems. Make them better. I always did.

[Please believe me, he doesn't say. Where did I go wrong, he doesn't quite think. I'm lost, he doesn't say, you don't need me anymore, he doesn't say, and I am a good enough man that I am sometimes glad of it.]
heisrisen: (c shall remain as nature has provided)

[personal profile] heisrisen 2014-05-26 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[He turns his head, easier to look away, easier to be kissed, easier to bare his neck. One of his hands slide down Zane's back, fingertips tracing the lines of calligraphy blind. There's no textural gradient; he does it from memory while he blinks away tears.]

I am so tired of feeling overwhelmed all the time.

[The words drift out on a venomless sigh. But his body is pliant, nestled into the warm arc of Zane's affections, his breaths lurching but deep, full. At ease in a way he rarely achieves lately, touched, profoundly grateful. He decides, with a feline sort of self-satisfaction, that he isn't going to apologize for thwarting Zane's desires in that particular matter.]

I love you so much. You make me - more myself. You find pieces of me I thought were lost.