The knock on the door comes just as the other four are beginning to wonder in earnest where Jack is, just as wonder starts to turn to worry. The knock, when it comes, comes with the force and suddenness of a late-spring blizzard, battering the Pole’s solid, heavy oaken doors as though they’re under siege. The blows to the door are accompanied by a shout that is sharp-edged with panic.
"Hey! Is anybody there? We need help!"
I wanted a dumb fluff model/artist AU. So I wrote one.
Sandy put his glass down on the bar with a soft clack and a sigh. “I shouldn’t have come.”
"Aw, come on, don’t be silly!" Jack reached over to pat Sandy on the back in a way that he probably thought was comforting, before spinning around on the tall stool to wink at their bartender who, Sandy had noticed, was putting on a pretty good show of being annoyed by Jack’s antics, but who smiled every time Jack turned his back. "I brought you out to have a great time, and a great time you will have. Hey! Can we get a couple more vodka shots here, please? We need to get my friend drunk enough to get up and dance."
tejoxys said: I like this. I also like a version of Sandy being this, and then of course all the dark stuff happens to Koz, instead.
Sandy loves all the strange star-stories: the ghosts of shattered ships that sail the endless black between the stars, striking against pirate and Golden Army vessels alike, shying only from the brightness of shooting stars; the dark stars that the sailors of the deep galaxy swear sing to them from the depths; the forgotten constellations on the fringes of the known universe, empty husks of long-abandoned manors, once the homes of the great and glittering, now home to nothing but the curious creatures that survive somehow in the freezing void. He’ll listen for hours as the sailors spin yarns about men they’ve known, men they’ve lost, lured away by the eerie calls of whatever lurks at the heart of the supermassive black hole in the center of the galaxy, ignoring the looks and the whispers of the other star pilots.
How can he explain that there is a wonder in these dark tales, a joy that echoes the delight and awe of the people whose wishes he grants? How can he make these lovers of the light understand the beauty in the dark, the thrill in the frightening unknown? He would compare it to the exhilarating feeling of tearing through the star-scoured abyss, speeding along on the edge of flying out of control, never knowing for sure what might lie ahead in the dark, but Sandy knows that he’s earned his reputation as a daredevil even amongst a people whom many of the Golden Age’s peoples find dangerously reckless. If they don’t already understand, then Sandy knows he has no way to show them.
It’s probably fitting, then, that he is the one to see the birth of the Nightmare King, to bear witness to the end of an age that worships light. And even as terror steals over him like the cold beyond the stars, even as the inky shadow of the black ship that will be only the first of many steals across his face, even as he begins to regret, at last, his wild desires to see the star-stories’ strangest for himself, Sandy can’t help but find himself drawn to the terrifying thrill that had run through him at the sight of the Nightmare King’s smile.
This is going to be the big one, aye? In chronological order, all the Sandy/Pitch on my blog. Will be updated as needed.
If you don’t see something you remember here, you might want to try looking in my masterpost tag. The dumb edritch abomination stuff got a separate post.
The Doors of Perception Extras:
- Sad Drabble
- NDU Crossover Part 1
- NDU Crossover Part 2
- Roswell Incident/Crossover with marypsue’s Dreamland
- This fabulous piece by marypsue (inquire within)
- 12/25/1986 (TDoP Pairings) (9/25)
- Sandy gets them a kitten
- Christmas morning drabble
- Blame Marypsue
- Missing Stars (Pitch/Sandy) (2/5)
- Sandy meets his dream self
- Costume Jewelry
- Space Sheets
A Draught of Light Extras:
- When We Knew Who We Were
- Your Name
- I tell you
- I would rather
- I have heard
- There is a map
- I renounced
- Shortday at the Luminous Academy
Speak Oil Into My Ear:
"You have a teddy too!"
Pitch turns at the interruption to his sixty-seven-billionth scan of the con floor for anyone he even vaguely knows, only to see no one who could have interrupted him; he has to look down in order to locate the small, round boy with the tie-dyed t-shirt, golden ponytail, and dreamy, not-quite-present smile who, Pitch notices, is holding up a stuffed bear with similar accoutrements.
Pitch remembers the black bear that he had thought safely stuffed into his coffin-shaped backpack just as he asks, “Do I know you?”; the smaller boy only smiles a little wider, and answers, “No, but I hope you’ll want to.”
I’m going to do these each in a post of their own. First up: barbecue season!
"This is amazing,” the woman from down the street, the one with the truly atrocious perm and the small dog that always seems about one wrong look away from lunging at someone’s throat (Pitch can’t remember her name, thankfully has limited interactions with her, Sandy is much better at people) coos in a kind of rapture, licking barbecue sauce off of her fingers. “I mean, everyone says writers aren’t paid enough, why don’t you pack it in and become a chef somewhere?”
Sandy, over on the other side of the patio sharing a drink with a small knot of polo-shirted young fathers from the neighbourhood, catches Pitch’s eye and winks; Pitch feels his smile turn from a forced grimace to an easy, genuine grin as he jokes, “No, no, I couldn’t ever run the risk of having someone else discover my secret ingredient.”
@xxdaimonxx informed me that a prompt from @luigigrivera for a three sentence fic went astray, and that they were feeling down, so I’ve written a mini-fic to try and make up for that <3.
In which Lord Mansnoozie asks the Lady Proto out, after a fashion.