A Break From The Duck PondHe hadn’t started off very fond of conventions (it certainly didn’t help matters that, every half hour or so, someone mistook him for a character from one of the Matrix movies). But they had managed to grow on him.“I’m telling you, angel, these places are great. I’m considering sending a report Downstairs about it.” He was still rather disappointed that he hadn’t been the one to come up with the idea in the first place.“Oh?” his companion seemed to mouth over the over the chatter of the busy convention hall.“Look around you. People practically worship this stuff. Hell, a few pe
ConnectionsA/N: Please read artist's note first.------She really was beautiful, Famine thought, as he looked at her from beside her, her red hair streaming in the wind like blood against the drifting snow.Red blood, white snow.He wondered what she'd do if he took her hand.Pollution was a couple yards ahead of them, carelessly trailing his fingers over the back of a bench as he passed it, leaving bright red streaks of rust.White hands, red rust.Both of those colors were fine on their own.But...Hadn't even Snowwhite with her red lips needed black to be complete?...Damn that demon, for making him feel this way.–––
Sta.sh
