Ari Kaltenbaum (
bitterchill) wrote in
glowfic2015-06-16 05:21 pm
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no sense in sour grapes
Ari has been Yellow's vassal for a long time now. Enough sleeps to have been a few decades, maybe. He's gotten to know this world quite well in that time. He's almost fond of it; not as nice as Vancouver, maybe, but better than most of the Nevernever, and Yellow is better than most of the Sidhe. He's wormed his way into some very nice privileges, as well. (It helps that most of them are either innocuous or directly beneficial to Yellow himself, like learning sorcery or never wearing clothes again.)
Currently he's exercising one of those for a trip to the library for a book on harmonics. Or, rather, he's returning from it. With the book. It's a good book, lots of useful words about things.
Currently he's exercising one of those for a trip to the library for a book on harmonics. Or, rather, he's returning from it. With the book. It's a good book, lots of useful words about things.

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Before Yellow has a chance to say anything, there's a granite spike in his throat. (Ari realizes that Yellow couldn't actually do anything by talking. This is primarily just payback.)
As the fairy gurgles, Ari calls back to Secret, "Any objections to me just sealing him half a mile underground forever?"
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Ari stays sitting for a while, afterwards.
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"He was a real asshole, honestly," he says, not crying very much. "Just- what an asshole."
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"Well," he says after a few minutes. "That's thirty years over. Now for the next bit, I guess."
He stands up, stretches, and looks around. "D'you want to live here, or move somewhere, or what? I've always liked the idea of the Forever Snows, but if you can't stand the cold then we might as well stick around."
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