#sodah

twokillswithonesword asked you:

May 21st 2014, 7:08:00 pm · 2 hours ago

btw it should be a drabble instead of nofic beacuse sodah

You fell off of the building on the first try. He laughed at you. He leans over the rooftop and drops a coin on your head. 

"Try again, princess." You stumble to your feet and look at it. Then, you think hard, and feel inside yourself for the will to rise into the air. When you open your eyes, finally, you're zipping up, and falling carefully onto the roof beside him. "See, isn't that easy?"

"Bite me."

"Maybe later. Now, though, do you see why I waited to give you this?" He's holding a bundle of fabric in his hands and he thrusts it toward you, You unfold it and realize its a cloak like his. You couldn't tell where the mists ended and the tassels began. You take it in your shaking hands and look at him over the edge of your spectacles. 

In creative writing we had to write a couple pages in second person point of view as an exercise

jokes on my instructor because i love writing second person

anyways here's kind of a???? summary piece for a story i probably will write more for later

set in earth 2550

He continues to glance over to you to make sure you are still staring. He looks away, his cheeks draker than before every time.

After five minutes, he finally breaks the silence.

“So why did you cross the border anyway?” “I came here to look for some fun.”

“Fun?” He asks, a little unsure on how to take it. “What kind of fun?” “The kind I can’t find in Victorg.” You shift on the seat, facing toward the driver.

“Please sit properly in your seat.” He loosens his foot on the gas, and turns to give you a hard look. You continue to stare into his green eyes. You think they may be teal. He shifts his eyes from yours, a little uncomfortable. “Why did you cross the border?” He asks again, hoping for a more specific answer than you already gave him.

“I like humans,” You say. “What of it?”

He shifts his gaze back to you, lifting his foot off the gas completely. “But you have humans in Victorg.” He says the fact a little uneasily.

“Not the kind I’m looking for.” You lift your hands and clumsily grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer to you. His eyes widen in more than surprise, and tries to keep you from pulling him out of his seat. You lean your head closer to his and— by your awkward position and tied limbs—you fall on top of him.

You and he both make audible groans—his in pain and yours in frustration. You try to sit back up, but you can’t get very far, since you have to lean on the driver’s ribcage, and her cries in protest at your every move.

“It’s against protocol.”

“Well,” You smack you lips. “That doesn’t mean I can’t talk to you.”

He doesn’t respond.

“My name’s Drey.” Still no response.

“Hey, Princess, where you taking me?” You lean a little toward him. “Could you answer that?”

“I’m taking you to base to see what to do with you.”

“Oh?”

“To see if we should deport you or arrest you.”

“Oh.”

“Now please stop talking.”

“Sure thing, Princess.” He ignores you.

You shift your feet under the rope, trying to get a decent position. You shake your head loosely around your shoulders, trying to get your hood off. You look over to the driver.

“Psst, Princess.” No reply. “Princess.” Nothing. “Hey, Princess!”

“Stop calling me Princess!”

 “Hey—”

He lurched on the break, sending you into the windshield.

“ow.” You fall back into your seat, trying to rub the pain out of your forehead with the back of your tied-up hand. “What was that for?”

“What the hell are you trying to do?” He turns his head sharply to you, annoyance all over his face. His skin is pale under the shadows of the cab, his eyes looked… green?

Green is a pretty color.

“Huh?” You look at the driver.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to pull my hood off my head.” You say simply. The man in front of you is taken aback. He reaches for the fabric around your face, and pulls it down to your shoulders. His eyes are really pretty.

He pulls back quickly and turns back to the wheel. His face looks flushed in the light. He makes the truck move forward again.

“You know,” You mumble, slurred by the tranquilizer. The small silhouette paused in his tying. “if ya wan’ed tuh tie me up, princessh, all ya ‘ad tuh do wath ashk…”

~

The tranquilizer finally wore off, and you can see straight. You were in the passenger seat of an old truck, its engine sputtering and backfiring as it drives on a dirt road through the night. Your face was squished against the window. When you try to shift your weight from your awkward position, you notice your feet and hands are restrained. With much effort, you turn your head to look at the driver. He was small, at least a foot shorter than you. It was too dark to see any features.

“Hey…” your tongue feels numb. You lean your head forward on the dash. Maybe the tranquilizer wasn’t as worn out as you thought.

“Please don’t lean on the dash.” A definitely male voice says. His voice doesn’t match his physique—too deep. He holds out a hand to pull you back up, while trying to keep his eyes on the road. “Sit back up, please.” He tried to make his voice sound authoritative. It didn’t work very well, but you sat upright just the same.

“Whatssur name?” You try to pinpoint his eyes. They looked blue but it’s still too dark.