Re: The Glorious Championship! [S3G5] [Round Two: The Kestalvian Rainforest]
08-09-2011, 10:08 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by TimeothyHour.
His mind, in fact, was on the same thing his typewriter companion’s mind was on. The almost imperceptible, yet utterly important, conversation they had just before they left their journey.
The words had already been typed out by the time Gabe went to pick up Etiyr. It was three or so sentences, really, and more of a letter than a conversation. Two lines, tuned to Gabe, designed to ensnare the carpenter even deeper into the typewriter’s snare.
“Are you really my friend?” the first line asked, caused Gabe to instinctually nod his head, as his thoughts were immediately blindsided with the following words:
“Then never abandon me. Never again.”
The words were convicting, compelling. Gabe had just… abandoned Etiyr before. How could he have done that? Why would he have done that?
He looked over at the typewriter. He wouldn’t leave him again. He couldn’t leave him again. He would find some sort of sling to carry Etiyr around in and he would NEVER leave him again. NEVER AGAIN.
All the while, the object of Gabe’s affections relaxed in its chair, or at least as well a typewriter could relax in a chair. Thinking. Plotting. Planning. He had been abandoned so many times last round. But he wouldn’t be abandoned ever again. Never again.
Bethany tapped her fingers on her lap. This wasn’t a particularly responsive audience, was it? She might as well check on the-
And then one of the tents exploded.
His mind, in fact, was on the same thing his typewriter companion’s mind was on. The almost imperceptible, yet utterly important, conversation they had just before they left their journey.
The words had already been typed out by the time Gabe went to pick up Etiyr. It was three or so sentences, really, and more of a letter than a conversation. Two lines, tuned to Gabe, designed to ensnare the carpenter even deeper into the typewriter’s snare.
“Are you really my friend?” the first line asked, caused Gabe to instinctually nod his head, as his thoughts were immediately blindsided with the following words:
“Then never abandon me. Never again.”
The words were convicting, compelling. Gabe had just… abandoned Etiyr before. How could he have done that? Why would he have done that?
He looked over at the typewriter. He wouldn’t leave him again. He couldn’t leave him again. He would find some sort of sling to carry Etiyr around in and he would NEVER leave him again. NEVER AGAIN.
All the while, the object of Gabe’s affections relaxed in its chair, or at least as well a typewriter could relax in a chair. Thinking. Plotting. Planning. He had been abandoned so many times last round. But he wouldn’t be abandoned ever again. Never again.
Bethany tapped her fingers on her lap. This wasn’t a particularly responsive audience, was it? She might as well check on the-
And then one of the tents exploded.