Random fluff
Jun. 27th, 2003 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tarotgalJust thought I'd share... weird things like this popping into my head and preventing me from getting stories finished. LOL I actually had a setting in my head while writing... but I thought it might be more interesting to write without it and without names. Just thought I'd share (and it's so short I'm not even going to bother cutting):
He shoved his hand into his pocket, rummaging around. He gave a grimace and sniffled wetly as his nose ran and tickled. No handkerchief, no tissues, not even a napkin to help him out. His breathing grew uncontrollable, and he cupped one hand over his nose and mouth as his body shook forward. “ehh-IHkshhh!” He paused, waiting, eyes shut. A second would be coming. “IHksttuhhh!” With a sigh, he debated what to do, from pushing his way out and down to the nearest lavatory, to wiping his hand on his trousers and turning his head away from anyone watching. None of the ideas that popped into his mind were very useful, so finally he settled on muttering, “Adybody have a Kleedex?” behind his still cupped hand.
Across the compartment, a handkerchief was pulled out of a back pocket and tossed to him. Its owner gave him a sympathetic look. When he didn’t immediately pick it up, the boy egged him on. “Go on, take it, mate. Looks like you could bloody well use it.” The boy ran a hand through his hair casually but did not watch the use.
He picked it up cautiously, turned partway around so his head was towards the back of his seat, and honked his nose gently but thoroughly. There was no denying that feeling in his nose now; he was coming down with something, all right. Weak and sniffley all morning, but the sneezes hadn’t started until a little bit ago. He sniffled and turned back around, feeling much better in the nose, though a bit worse for the realization.
The girl sitting across from him was looking aghast. “Don’t say thank you, will you!” she spat, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and nodding her head towards the boy who had lent the hanky.
He sniffled and bowed his head a bit, looking up at the boy through long, thick strands of brown hair. “Yah, well, thanks then.” With a deep breath to build his energy, he leaned forward to return it.
But the boy shook his head and pushed it back, flat palm against his fist which clutched the handkerchief. “It’s for keeps.” Then, with a laugh at the absurdity, “Course I don’t want it back.”
He folded it carefully so most was hidden in his hand. “Of course,” he said under his breath. Then he quickly raised it to his face, nostrils flaring, eyebrows raising, eyes closing. “hehhh-IHKulchuhhh!” Miserably, he rubbed his nose dry and lowered the handkerchief to his lap, where his eyes met it. He could feel everyone staring at him, wondering what was wrong with him, wondering if he was coming down with something, wondering if he felt as bad as he sounded. Well, he wasn’t going to tell them, even if they asked. As far as they needed to know, he just had a few tickles in his nose, that was all. Nothing to worry… about… “ehh…EHKushhhh!” He blew his nose again and closed his eyes tightly. He hated being sick, hated everything about it from the aches and pains to the helpless loss of control and everyone watching him suffer through every second of it. But the least he could have done was remembered to bring his own handkerchief along.
He shoved his hand into his pocket, rummaging around. He gave a grimace and sniffled wetly as his nose ran and tickled. No handkerchief, no tissues, not even a napkin to help him out. His breathing grew uncontrollable, and he cupped one hand over his nose and mouth as his body shook forward. “ehh-IHkshhh!” He paused, waiting, eyes shut. A second would be coming. “IHksttuhhh!” With a sigh, he debated what to do, from pushing his way out and down to the nearest lavatory, to wiping his hand on his trousers and turning his head away from anyone watching. None of the ideas that popped into his mind were very useful, so finally he settled on muttering, “Adybody have a Kleedex?” behind his still cupped hand.
Across the compartment, a handkerchief was pulled out of a back pocket and tossed to him. Its owner gave him a sympathetic look. When he didn’t immediately pick it up, the boy egged him on. “Go on, take it, mate. Looks like you could bloody well use it.” The boy ran a hand through his hair casually but did not watch the use.
He picked it up cautiously, turned partway around so his head was towards the back of his seat, and honked his nose gently but thoroughly. There was no denying that feeling in his nose now; he was coming down with something, all right. Weak and sniffley all morning, but the sneezes hadn’t started until a little bit ago. He sniffled and turned back around, feeling much better in the nose, though a bit worse for the realization.
The girl sitting across from him was looking aghast. “Don’t say thank you, will you!” she spat, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and nodding her head towards the boy who had lent the hanky.
He sniffled and bowed his head a bit, looking up at the boy through long, thick strands of brown hair. “Yah, well, thanks then.” With a deep breath to build his energy, he leaned forward to return it.
But the boy shook his head and pushed it back, flat palm against his fist which clutched the handkerchief. “It’s for keeps.” Then, with a laugh at the absurdity, “Course I don’t want it back.”
He folded it carefully so most was hidden in his hand. “Of course,” he said under his breath. Then he quickly raised it to his face, nostrils flaring, eyebrows raising, eyes closing. “hehhh-IHKulchuhhh!” Miserably, he rubbed his nose dry and lowered the handkerchief to his lap, where his eyes met it. He could feel everyone staring at him, wondering what was wrong with him, wondering if he was coming down with something, wondering if he felt as bad as he sounded. Well, he wasn’t going to tell them, even if they asked. As far as they needed to know, he just had a few tickles in his nose, that was all. Nothing to worry… about… “ehh…EHKushhhh!” He blew his nose again and closed his eyes tightly. He hated being sick, hated everything about it from the aches and pains to the helpless loss of control and everyone watching him suffer through every second of it. But the least he could have done was remembered to bring his own handkerchief along.
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Date: 2003-06-27 10:24 pm (UTC)Glad you liked! Thanks much much!!! *S* Just one of those short things that throws me off my main stories... you probably know how it is :-)
Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask if you ever read my 'Reunion' story/stories? I know I posted them a LONG time ago but I couldn't recall your feedback. I just mention because there was one that was Harry/Hermione and I know that's what you've been interested in seeing lately. So if you never read, I just wanted to point 'em out to you :-)
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Date: 2003-06-27 11:53 pm (UTC)It's also up on my site: http://personal.buildpage.com/TGsRealm/index.html
It's basically three stories, but only one is Harry/Hermione. But Harry's the one sneezing in all three of them.
And if I were to make this into a full HP fic (which I most likely won't because I've got SO much on my hands right now) it'd probably be mostly original characters. The sneezer, in my mind at least, is the type who hides behind his long brown hair, dangling stylishly in his face. Rather short but skinny, and rather shy. Chip on his shoulder as well, but you could probably pick that up from the story. He's not exactly the fellow everyone loves, as you could probably get from the bit as well. So I'd have probs making him Harry. But that's why I left it open to interpretation and imagination :-)
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Date: 2003-06-27 11:55 pm (UTC)And it's not so much a series as three completely separate stories(with some parallel themes and lines)... it was sort of a weird experiment in writing for me. Same idea, told three different ways... twas a little weird :-)
Sweet!
Date: 2003-06-27 10:16 pm (UTC)Re: Sweet!
Date: 2003-06-27 10:20 pm (UTC)Though I've been watching a lot of Brittish things lately that involve trains... so I think that's where this came from more than my current Harry Potter streak :-) So I figured it would be much more fun to leave it horribly ambiguous on most accounts
Anyway, thanks for reading *G*
thank you
Date: 2003-06-28 10:16 pm (UTC)Re: thank you
Date: 2003-06-28 10:18 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading :-)