Love, lift me out of these blues.
Mar. 4th, 2006 07:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
•I owe several people e-mails, but I'm feeling really icky and anti-social and depressed, so please forgive me for not having gotten back to you yet. However, if you haven't heard from me by tomorrow, please feel free to kick me.
•It's my birthday in 13 days. Ugh.
•I need distraction. Comment with a prompt, and there's a fairly good chance I'll write you a drabble.
•Now to the microwave, away!
•It's my birthday in 13 days. Ugh.
•I need distraction. Comment with a prompt, and there's a fairly good chance I'll write you a drabble.
•Now to the microwave, away!
Nioke and Tyk
Date: 2006-03-04 09:02 pm (UTC)“Yes,” said Nioke. “We do.”
Tyk’s heart pounded: 700 beats per minute.
“You have sharp claws,” Nioke observed. Once, Tyk had overheard her tell John, The sky is very blue—the tone identical.
“I can type,” Tyk said, irrelevantly.
“I know,” said Nioke. Then she said, “I wish I could help John like that.”
“I’m not very good at it,” Tyk admitted, after a minute.
Nioke’s scales glistened: intricate patterns, impossible to follow. “I wouldn’t be very good at eating mice,” she said.
Her tongue darted out, tasting the air between them. Tyk didn’t flinch.
Re: Nioke and Tyk
Date: 2006-03-04 09:05 pm (UTC)Re: Nioke and Tyk
Date: 2006-03-04 09:25 pm (UTC)Re: Nioke and Tyk
Date: 2006-03-05 01:11 am (UTC)