Ficlet: Heads UP

Barely even that. Closer to a drabble.

Title: Heads UP
Summary: Words are put in WoL's mouth.
Characters/Pairings: WoL, Bartz.
Word count: 135
Rating/warnings: Utter Nonsense.



“Blah blah light.”

“Blah blah light.”

“Blah blah light.”

It doesn’t seem to say anything else. However the Warrior of Light is transfixed by it, the crystalline likeness offset by the dark wood upon which it is mounted.

“Neat, huh?”

Bartz stands a bit behind the Warrior and nods. Then he holds up his hands, making a box.

“Though I think I might move it. It’s not level.”

“But why does it talk?”

“Why not?” Bartz shrugs.

As if taking the suggestion the head speaks again. “Blah blah light.”

“I don’t even sound like that,” the Warrior says.

“But your manikin sounds like you, and so it sounds like this.”

He gives up. The Warrior walks away. “…light help the others.”

There are at least a dozen empty plaques on the wall.

“Blah blah light.”

Remind me I'm not supposed to talk sometimes.

Yesterday I blew up at two very good friends for no good reason, came very close to quitting writing for good, came even closer to getting drunk just to feel stupid and happy—I don't miss the alcohol but I miss feeling happy (and yes, a little stupid), and then came close to recommitting myself.

I honestly wanted to destroy something. Preferably something with a consciousness so it could see what was happening to it.

To avoid a raking over the coals (which didn't happen, as my friends are neither my family nor my dick of an ex) I start apologizing, one of which produces the...absolute stupidest mental image. It winds up becoming the first thing I've written in three weeks.

So even though things worked out half decent? I'm keeping my damn mouth shut.

I've had a med adjustment, I've got an empty hormone rod in one arm making me off in general, I've lost all knowledge of how being social works outside the series of tubes internet, and I'm having a string of recurring nightmares about friends leaving me for dead. Also my headache set up camp again and that always sours my mood.

So today, I keep quiet. And sleep.

When I wake up next, I won't be so bitchy.

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