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everlastingsoul) wrote2007-08-09 11:46 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2007-08-09 11:46 am
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Musing about muses (just rambling, really)
I think I'm going into caffeine withdrawal. Oh boy. I've got these distracting headaches--even when I'm sitting down, damn--that are seriously going to be the end of me. Or end of me at work. Either or. (Did I forget to mention I've quit drinking soda cold turkey? That would explain it, huh?)
In other news, my Albert muse has reawakened and is in an utter throw-down with Zexion. Albert's got the height advantage, but Zexion can actually fight. Albert's got earrings and a cooler coat; Zexion has an Organization rank and coat. Both have questionably-colored hair. Albert has Yuber. Zexion has Lexaeus.
... Poor Lexaeus. Yuber could probably pwn him. Hard. Into the ground. Probably.
Get out of my head, crossover. The only crossover I did took five freakin' years to finish. I don't need you looming over my head.
I wish my Albert muse didn't have so many incarnations sometimes. They all beg to be written, but the accompanying story doesn't want to manifest itself.
Caesar sat at the edge of the bed with a contemplative look on his face. Time itself ending, he could somewhat discern. Seeing dead figures of history interacting like it was a common day occurrence, maybe not so much.
But the adolescent tucked into the infirmary's only bed left him thunderstruck.
The boy looked at him owlishly, trying to push himself up onto his elbows with tentative success; Caesar pressed firmly against his chest and watched passively as the younger redhead fell back to the mattress. "You're supposed to be resting; Mathiu would kill me if you got out of bed," he sighed.
"Caesar?" Despite himself, Caesar quirked a smile; the youthful voice tugged at his earlier memories, before Albert's voice had deepened in his later teen years. "Is that really you?"
"Yeah." He somehow felt drained, talking to this wide-eyed version of his older brother. "How do you feeling?"
And there was that sardonic look that he was a little more used to. "Like I was impaled in the chest."
Caesar snorted, reaching down to ruffle the boy's hair before realizing what he was doing. He withdrew his hand, fisting the sheets in frustration. "How old are you, Albert?"
Albert glanced away, his bangs obscuring his eyes as he dipped his head. "Fourteen. You?"
"Nineteen." He wondered if Luc--or someone--had told Albert about their roles in the Second Flame Champion War. He wasn't brooding or anything. "Kinda strange, isn't it?"
"To suddenly be the younger one? You're understating."
Well, at least he's smiling as he says it, Caesar thought wryly.
In other news, my Albert muse has reawakened and is in an utter throw-down with Zexion. Albert's got the height advantage, but Zexion can actually fight. Albert's got earrings and a cooler coat; Zexion has an Organization rank and coat. Both have questionably-colored hair. Albert has Yuber. Zexion has Lexaeus.
... Poor Lexaeus. Yuber could probably pwn him. Hard. Into the ground. Probably.
Get out of my head, crossover. The only crossover I did took five freakin' years to finish. I don't need you looming over my head.
I wish my Albert muse didn't have so many incarnations sometimes. They all beg to be written, but the accompanying story doesn't want to manifest itself.
Caesar sat at the edge of the bed with a contemplative look on his face. Time itself ending, he could somewhat discern. Seeing dead figures of history interacting like it was a common day occurrence, maybe not so much.
But the adolescent tucked into the infirmary's only bed left him thunderstruck.
The boy looked at him owlishly, trying to push himself up onto his elbows with tentative success; Caesar pressed firmly against his chest and watched passively as the younger redhead fell back to the mattress. "You're supposed to be resting; Mathiu would kill me if you got out of bed," he sighed.
"Caesar?" Despite himself, Caesar quirked a smile; the youthful voice tugged at his earlier memories, before Albert's voice had deepened in his later teen years. "Is that really you?"
"Yeah." He somehow felt drained, talking to this wide-eyed version of his older brother. "How do you feeling?"
And there was that sardonic look that he was a little more used to. "Like I was impaled in the chest."
Caesar snorted, reaching down to ruffle the boy's hair before realizing what he was doing. He withdrew his hand, fisting the sheets in frustration. "How old are you, Albert?"
Albert glanced away, his bangs obscuring his eyes as he dipped his head. "Fourteen. You?"
"Nineteen." He wondered if Luc--or someone--had told Albert about their roles in the Second Flame Champion War. He wasn't brooding or anything. "Kinda strange, isn't it?"
"To suddenly be the younger one? You're understating."
Well, at least he's smiling as he says it, Caesar thought wryly.
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.......*ideas*........
*forces them to die* D: