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snarkhuntTitle: Folie Drabbles
Characters: Folie, some Seiki
Rating: G/PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Five glimpses into Folie's life. (Five 100 word drabbles)
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aikonamika.
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"Tilt a whirl and down we go and whooosh!" Folie sang out, a madcap grin on his face. He danced into place, white eyes sliding towards the other faeries as he flung his hands out, stomped his feet into the ground. He moved as if there were ants in his pants--and maybe there were--things had blurred and all was fun.
He leapt into Seiki, barked a laugh as the other faerie struggled to get away. Everything was pretty pretty and the lights! The music! It rained down through his mind and he flung his head back.
"What fun!"
---
He scuttled forward; crab style, crab quiet, mmm crab. Folie was stalking him, was creeping--crashing--through the bushes, was rolling through the grass. He was a panther! A cat! A... a...
Folie pounced and clung like a burr, ignoring the yelps and flailing. He chortles madly and watches his white hair fly around him, like birds through the wide wide strawberry whip cream sky.
"Gettoff!"
He rubs his head softly against the other's neck, making the appropriate purring noises of a cat. Then, because it looked tasty, he nipped the back of the exposed neck and sighed happily.
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Folie was having a tea party--a proper one, with tea cups, kettles, and cookies! He serves the empty space next to him lovely mud flavored tarts and bows his head gracefully at the lone chair.
"It works like this," he explains, white eyes large and languid. "The tea goes here and the rest goes there," he points to the space before him.
"No, no you can't see them. They're there but not there. That's not the point, anyway."
He smiles, brightly happy. "The point is that it starts. So take a seat. Welcome and be welcomed!"
---
The tree was there for a reason. No, he didn't know the reason, but that was okay. He wasn't supposed to know and the tree didn't want to tell him anyway.
Stubborn old tree.
Folie tried to make it tell him. He hit the tree and stripped the leaves. He bounced things off the trunk and danced around the base. Sneakily, he captured beavers and dumped them in the tree, hoping to bring it to its knees. Finally he threatened it with a hammer, eyes fierce.
The tree fell down.
He stared and chased a butterfly instead.
---
Folie was supposed to bring the crumpled piece of paper to Seiki. It was important, the dying man said, please hurry, please help me. Then he died.
He meant to bring it to Seiki, he really did! But there were brooks to play in and wolves to sing with. There was his fireflies, who hovered lovingly over his hands, and the way rocks tumbled loudly over each other.
So he forgot and weeks later, when he saw Seiki's raggedy form, he still didn't remember.
So he keeps the paper, a small dirty scrap, buried deeply in his pocket.
Characters: Folie, some Seiki
Rating: G/PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Five glimpses into Folie's life. (Five 100 word drabbles)
Comments: For
aikonamika. -----
"Tilt a whirl and down we go and whooosh!" Folie sang out, a madcap grin on his face. He danced into place, white eyes sliding towards the other faeries as he flung his hands out, stomped his feet into the ground. He moved as if there were ants in his pants--and maybe there were--things had blurred and all was fun.
He leapt into Seiki, barked a laugh as the other faerie struggled to get away. Everything was pretty pretty and the lights! The music! It rained down through his mind and he flung his head back.
"What fun!"
---
He scuttled forward; crab style, crab quiet, mmm crab. Folie was stalking him, was creeping--crashing--through the bushes, was rolling through the grass. He was a panther! A cat! A... a...
Folie pounced and clung like a burr, ignoring the yelps and flailing. He chortles madly and watches his white hair fly around him, like birds through the wide wide strawberry whip cream sky.
"Gettoff!"
He rubs his head softly against the other's neck, making the appropriate purring noises of a cat. Then, because it looked tasty, he nipped the back of the exposed neck and sighed happily.
---
Folie was having a tea party--a proper one, with tea cups, kettles, and cookies! He serves the empty space next to him lovely mud flavored tarts and bows his head gracefully at the lone chair.
"It works like this," he explains, white eyes large and languid. "The tea goes here and the rest goes there," he points to the space before him.
"No, no you can't see them. They're there but not there. That's not the point, anyway."
He smiles, brightly happy. "The point is that it starts. So take a seat. Welcome and be welcomed!"
---
The tree was there for a reason. No, he didn't know the reason, but that was okay. He wasn't supposed to know and the tree didn't want to tell him anyway.
Stubborn old tree.
Folie tried to make it tell him. He hit the tree and stripped the leaves. He bounced things off the trunk and danced around the base. Sneakily, he captured beavers and dumped them in the tree, hoping to bring it to its knees. Finally he threatened it with a hammer, eyes fierce.
The tree fell down.
He stared and chased a butterfly instead.
---
Folie was supposed to bring the crumpled piece of paper to Seiki. It was important, the dying man said, please hurry, please help me. Then he died.
He meant to bring it to Seiki, he really did! But there were brooks to play in and wolves to sing with. There was his fireflies, who hovered lovingly over his hands, and the way rocks tumbled loudly over each other.
So he forgot and weeks later, when he saw Seiki's raggedy form, he still didn't remember.
So he keeps the paper, a small dirty scrap, buried deeply in his pocket.