secret passage
Apr. 14th, 2015 01:21 pmJoey is cleaning out his grandmother's attic. She's dead and he's occupying the house for the time being, since his dad and aunt are tied to jobs elsewhere in the country and he's unemployed. Cleaning the house out isn't fun, but he's got Reeses Pieces in his pocket and a record on and it's tolerable. Better than living with his deadbeat roommate for another year of lease. Maybe he'll keep the house. It's paid off and everything.
He steps back, dragging his broom.
And then he's in another world, it smells green and it's eighty degrees and the air is so startlingly clear and look at the flowers -
Joey says ack and leans forward along the path of his broom. And he is back in the attic. There's snow heaped against the window. It smells like dust and Grandma.
What the hell.
He leans back again. Verdant summer.
Forward. Attic.
When he's done this enough times that it starts feeling stupid more than fantastical, Joey carefully leans into summertime and puts his broom down and tries walking back without it.
Works just fine.
He leaves the broom there, laid across two worlds but somehow fully visible in each, as a signal of where the thing is, and walks into the warmth.
He explores. It's pretty, it's a nice change of pace, he can't hear his music from here but there's so much to look at.
He finds a tiny person, can't be more than a foot tall, with a dumb hat and dragonfly wings. The tiny person is surprised to see him.
"Whose mortal are you?" asks the tiny person.
"...What?" It speaks English, why the fuck does it speak English.
"Are you new? Nobody's snapped you up? Well, watch out. Don't let any food or drink pass your lips and definitely don't tell anyone your name. But I'm not going to hang around you, somebody'll be after you, you're trouble." The tiny person tips its stupid hat and flies away.
Joey blinks, and turns around to head back for his marker. It was past this rock here.
He steps back, dragging his broom.
And then he's in another world, it smells green and it's eighty degrees and the air is so startlingly clear and look at the flowers -
Joey says ack and leans forward along the path of his broom. And he is back in the attic. There's snow heaped against the window. It smells like dust and Grandma.
What the hell.
He leans back again. Verdant summer.
Forward. Attic.
When he's done this enough times that it starts feeling stupid more than fantastical, Joey carefully leans into summertime and puts his broom down and tries walking back without it.
Works just fine.
He leaves the broom there, laid across two worlds but somehow fully visible in each, as a signal of where the thing is, and walks into the warmth.
He explores. It's pretty, it's a nice change of pace, he can't hear his music from here but there's so much to look at.
He finds a tiny person, can't be more than a foot tall, with a dumb hat and dragonfly wings. The tiny person is surprised to see him.
"Whose mortal are you?" asks the tiny person.
"...What?" It speaks English, why the fuck does it speak English.
"Are you new? Nobody's snapped you up? Well, watch out. Don't let any food or drink pass your lips and definitely don't tell anyone your name. But I'm not going to hang around you, somebody'll be after you, you're trouble." The tiny person tips its stupid hat and flies away.
Joey blinks, and turns around to head back for his marker. It was past this rock here.
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Date: 2015-04-14 08:53 pm (UTC)She isn't wearing any clothes.
She's very pretty.
She touches her feet to the ground and spins around and around and giggles to herself.
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Date: 2015-04-14 08:54 pm (UTC)Whoa.
Magical summer land of winged people, some of whom have stupid hats and some of whom are gorgeous naked ladies.
Joey stares at her.
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Date: 2015-04-14 09:00 pm (UTC)"Nope!" Joey lies. "Uh, somebody with a stupid hat told me not to eat anything. But didn't say why. Why is that?"
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Date: 2015-04-14 09:05 pm (UTC)He looks at the hot naked chick.
"So does that mean you never get to know what peanut butter candy tastes like, ever?"
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Date: 2015-04-14 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-04-14 09:07 pm (UTC)"...is it really? What's it like?"
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Date: 2015-04-14 09:14 pm (UTC)The fairy grabs it out of his hand and eats it.
...and the next step of this plan was going to be to flee immediately, but it turns out the candy is really really good.
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Date: 2015-04-14 09:16 pm (UTC)"Come on and follow me," he says, heading in that direction. He caught one! He is probably not going to go to the trouble of, like, marrying her, like he's under the impression you have to do with selkies, because she is not a seal. But he caught one and he's gonna take her home.
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Date: 2015-04-14 09:17 pm (UTC)"That was such a bad idea," she sighs. "But the candy was really good."
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Date: 2015-04-14 09:19 pm (UTC)"Don't go back through without my permission," he tells her. "...And sweep up all the dust in here into that bag, and then come downstairs, and we'll have some fun."
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Date: 2015-04-14 09:22 pm (UTC)She wants to kill him. She can't kill him, but she wants to. You can do that to mortals, that is why they are called mortals, but not if you are their vassal.
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Date: 2015-04-14 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-14 09:24 pm (UTC)There she is.
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