Post by Vyn on Jun 16, 2010 11:27:58 GMT -5
Characters: Vesper (16)
Word Count: 912
Reader's Warning: Cursing. Because it's a Vesper, what do you expect? XD
Pain.
Vesper whined in her sleep, twisting and thrashing as the sensation spread. Pain was no stranger to Vesper, she got into a fight almost once a week and she'd had her eye ripped out in cold blood. She'd even died once, but this... this was different. It was everywhere, it felt like her skin was being peeled off, but she couldn't wake up. The ratdog gasped and groaned but could do nothing but endure.
Oh suits, she couldn't wait to wake up.
Wrong. Always wrong. It was the very nature of her being to never get anything right. At some point the pain faded away and sleep replaced it, comfortable and so easy to forget. As was typical for a morning after drinking, Vesper would try to stay in bed until some godforsaken time in the afternoon.
Except that someone was yelling.
Eyes shut tight against the morning, Vesper sat up and clutched her head desperately. "What!? What? I'm fucking awake stop screaming!" Against the piercing agony in her head nothing that Tavor was saying was sinking in at all.
"Why are you a Torquehelm?!" What?
Vesper's eyes snapped open and she jerked her paws away from her face. Her eyes immediately jumped to her Rot and saw, with a mixture of dismay and pleasure, that it wasn't rot just exposed bone. She could handle that. It didn't stink. She didn't stink. Vesper's pain was completely forgotten and a bubbling sensation of joy crept into her.
She could barely believe her eyes. Had her drunken wish in that silly well actually come true?! Somewhere nearby, Tavor was still shouting and all Vesper could think about was the joy.
"Just shut up!" Vesper laughed and shook her head. "It's a fucking dream come true, Mom! What's the big deal? Anyone would take the chance to be something other than a damned Lowlander!"
There she went again, saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Just as she'd spat it out, she saw him: Brokat was standing behind Tavor, a look of surprise and hurt on his face. He was the only one that ever made her feel worthwhile despite the fact that she always made him worry and she'd verbally slapped him. She could see it in his face.
Vesper choked, opened her mouth and shut it again promptly. What the fuck was she supposed to say? He should know by now it wasn't anything personal. She loved her brother...
"Fuck it! Don't even look at me like that! Why the hell can't you two just be happy for me?!" In a huff she was out of bed and storming out of the room. Mustering up the snidest tone she could think of, she shouted over her shoulder: "Don't bother waiting up!"
Tavor was saying something and, as she reached the door, Kat was too but Vesper wasn't listening. She was done. All of this was fucking over. The door slammed goodbye and she was gone.
Regret sunk in long after she could no longer see the house, but she just kept moving. Why should she care? They didn't care. Kat might have, but... but that look of what, betrayal? How could he be so attached to a curse? Vesper couldn't stand it. So much for her happy fucking ending. Her dream had come true and for what? For her family to hate her.
Vesper wanted to scream, wanted to punch something.
She stormed around the corner, ducked down a familiar alley and was nearly knocked off her paws by the disgusting smell of rot. Immediately the fear filled her and she looked down, making certain that her gift had stayed, that she wasn't starting to rot again. Everything was in place.
Quickly she swept the area, on the look out for other Lowlanders that would surely be far less friendly now that she wasn't 'one of them'. Nothing turned up on the immediate sweep, but she stayed close to the trail. Sniff sniff, nothing. Sniff... URGH. Suddenly there was a tove clinging to her nose and emitting a pitiful keening as she tried to shake it off. One good whip of her head and the little beast went flying... only to come back a second later and continue its keening.
Urgh. It was rotting. She could see the disease eating through its tail, chewing on its arm... She batted it away with a paw and kept walking. She didn't want anything to do with this disease so why did it feel the need to follow her!? Without looking back, the ratdog stormed into the bar she'd been looking for.
An hour later she came out of the bar feeling unusually good about herself. She was missing an eye, covered and scars, and had a whole section of her forearm and bone exposed to everyone... but she wasn't a rotting Lowlander. The Torquehelm bartender had given her a drink for free, sympathetically telling her he understood - his parents had been harsh on his Club brother too. No one had kicked her out, no one had started a fight.
She could finally live her life.
Screee?! The questioning sound pierced through Vesper's skull and when she spun around, the Tove was there, with its big sad eyes and horrendous stench. "You stupid little thing. What's your problem?" Vesper kept walking, but the Tove was never more than a couple feet away. It went on like that all the way to Radz's door. "Whatever, but you're sleeping outside." She scowled at the Tove before vanishing inside.
Whatever. It'd be gone by the time she left.
Word Count: 1066
Reader's Warning: Cursing, again. And some good ol' fashioned Vesper violence.
"It'd be gone by the time she left." Yeah right.
In fact, it only got clingier. It was waiting outside every bar and clung to her whenever it managed to catch her. If she tried to ignore it, it would simply curl up on her head and croon with happiness until she shoved it off. Damned thing.
Eventually she just gave up and let the gross little thing love her to its heart's content. Whatever, that was its loss.
A gross, overly affectionate Tove was the last thing she cared about right now. What bothered her was... her. It was always her. Sitting in the crappy motel room she'd managed to purchase, Vesper could do nothing but stare at her reflection in the mirror and hate it. It had only been a couple days since her magnificent transformation into a Torquehelm mix, but for slowly the wonder of that first day was fading away and being replaced by the same vile feelings that she had been plagued with all along.
Her coat may have changed but, damn it all to the lowest pits of the Lowlands, she was still the same. She was just as bitter and discontent as she was before all that was different was that she no longer knew why. Before it had been obvious, she was the plague of the earth. Of course she was angry then but why now? Why was she still plagued by this?
She was still an ugly little rat with buckteeth and a missing eye. The rotting lizard clinging to her ear didn't help her image much either, but it made her feel (at very least) a little better. It was far uglier than she was, than she had even been as a Lowlander, but still it managed to be happy with even her awkward brand of affection.
"I think I'll call you Rotgut. You like that?" The little thing crooned joyously as it always did when she spoke to it, regardless of her sarcasm, and Vesper rolled her good eye is exasperation. "Ugly things like you and I don't deserve fancy things and pretty names." Rotgut simply crooned, like always, and Vesper let out a huff of disgust. "How lucky you are to be so damned happy with everything."
Suddenly frustrated with everything – the room, the tove, her own stupid mug – Vesper attempted to hop off the bed only to snag a paw in her the cord of her binding and crash face-first into the floor. Lying on the floor, her paws now covering her head, Vesper cursed the world. Typical. This was all so fucking typical. She picked herself up, brushed herself off, and stormed out of the motel room with Rotgut trailing eagerly behind.
Whatever.
Outside in the open air, Vesper took a deep breath and forced a smile on that 'handsome' rat snout as she tried to revive the joy she'd felt upon realizing that her dreams had come true, that she wasn't a Lowlander anymore. And then someone opened their big fucking snout.
"What the fuck is that nasty little thing?"
"Ugh, I think it's a blasted Tove? It looks like it's rotting."
Vesper didn't even manage to start walking, her entire body had gone rigid and her coat stood on end. Her orange eyes darted over, locating the speaker: a Sorgaire bloodhound. His companion, a Josiggy mutt of some sort and a lowly 4 of Hearts, was sneering.
She took a breath, told herself to ignore the idiots, but only made it a few steps before the stupid Sorgaire managed to open his fat mouth again. "Gross! Hey Club! You need to put your fucking pet down, it's rotting!"
That. Was. It.
Vesper spun around in an instant, suddenly snout to snout with the scraggly hound. He recoiled quickly but Vesper was on the war path. She'd spent so many years hearing that directed at her, she didn't care if it was just a stupid Tove, she didn't care. Like it deserved to die because it got sick?! She was going to make the damned meathead eat his own tongue!
"How would you feel if you were rotting against your will? Would you want someone to kill you for that?!" He opened his mouth and Vesper could see him trying to protest. 'Yes,' he probably intended to say 'of course I would!' Vesper didn't give him the chance. She activated her strength ability and knocked the bastard off his paws with one solid bat of her tail. She didn't care if she was being irrational; it just felt good to see him hit the ground. "It's just a fucking animal, probably a better one than anything you'll ever get, so grow up and shut the fuck up you inconsiderate pussbag!" As Vesper finished she sucked in a deep breath.. and nearly wretched.
Out of nowhere the Sorgaire had suddenly begun to reek. A putrid odor rolled off of him, consuming everything nearby. This wasn't just a stinking wound; it was his whole damn body. Vesper pulled back a pace, her nose crinkling in disgust.
It was, however, his Josiggy friend that had the worst reaction. From the corner of her eye she could see him shaking his head, mouth gaping like a fish out of water until Vesper turned to him and arched a brow. In that moment a horrified cry ripped from his throat in what sounded like a pleading of forgiveness and he bolted out of sight
Things only got better from there. As she turned back to the Sorgaire mutt, ready to lay into him again, she found that not only were his eyes still bugging out in terror but he'd also managed to piss himself from the fear of it all. Vesper didn't bother to hold back her laughter. She tossed her head back and laughed. "How...?" he wailed, his whole body shaking. "Why?!" Vesper didn't have a proper answer, she didn't really know what happened herself but she had an idea and that only added to her great roar of laughter.
Suddenly her laughter stopped and she snapped her gaze back onto the pitiful idiot. A sadistic grin crawled over her bucktoothed maw. "I hope your flesh melts off before your eyes and you see for yourself how much it sucks to be born with your flesh dying." She left him there, listening to his miserable whimpering with a sense of satisfaction that she hadn't felt all day.
It felt good to wreck someone's life.
Worthless Fact: The full title is technically "Happiness Is Only Skin Deep - Inside Nothing's Changed" which was shorted appropriately for both fics. [rolls off]
Word Count: 912
Reader's Warning: Cursing. Because it's a Vesper, what do you expect? XD
(Only Skin Deep)
Pain.
Vesper whined in her sleep, twisting and thrashing as the sensation spread. Pain was no stranger to Vesper, she got into a fight almost once a week and she'd had her eye ripped out in cold blood. She'd even died once, but this... this was different. It was everywhere, it felt like her skin was being peeled off, but she couldn't wake up. The ratdog gasped and groaned but could do nothing but endure.
Oh suits, she couldn't wait to wake up.
Wrong. Always wrong. It was the very nature of her being to never get anything right. At some point the pain faded away and sleep replaced it, comfortable and so easy to forget. As was typical for a morning after drinking, Vesper would try to stay in bed until some godforsaken time in the afternoon.
Except that someone was yelling.
Eyes shut tight against the morning, Vesper sat up and clutched her head desperately. "What!? What? I'm fucking awake stop screaming!" Against the piercing agony in her head nothing that Tavor was saying was sinking in at all.
"Why are you a Torquehelm?!" What?
Vesper's eyes snapped open and she jerked her paws away from her face. Her eyes immediately jumped to her Rot and saw, with a mixture of dismay and pleasure, that it wasn't rot just exposed bone. She could handle that. It didn't stink. She didn't stink. Vesper's pain was completely forgotten and a bubbling sensation of joy crept into her.
She could barely believe her eyes. Had her drunken wish in that silly well actually come true?! Somewhere nearby, Tavor was still shouting and all Vesper could think about was the joy.
"Just shut up!" Vesper laughed and shook her head. "It's a fucking dream come true, Mom! What's the big deal? Anyone would take the chance to be something other than a damned Lowlander!"
There she went again, saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Just as she'd spat it out, she saw him: Brokat was standing behind Tavor, a look of surprise and hurt on his face. He was the only one that ever made her feel worthwhile despite the fact that she always made him worry and she'd verbally slapped him. She could see it in his face.
Vesper choked, opened her mouth and shut it again promptly. What the fuck was she supposed to say? He should know by now it wasn't anything personal. She loved her brother...
"Fuck it! Don't even look at me like that! Why the hell can't you two just be happy for me?!" In a huff she was out of bed and storming out of the room. Mustering up the snidest tone she could think of, she shouted over her shoulder: "Don't bother waiting up!"
Tavor was saying something and, as she reached the door, Kat was too but Vesper wasn't listening. She was done. All of this was fucking over. The door slammed goodbye and she was gone.
Regret sunk in long after she could no longer see the house, but she just kept moving. Why should she care? They didn't care. Kat might have, but... but that look of what, betrayal? How could he be so attached to a curse? Vesper couldn't stand it. So much for her happy fucking ending. Her dream had come true and for what? For her family to hate her.
Vesper wanted to scream, wanted to punch something.
She stormed around the corner, ducked down a familiar alley and was nearly knocked off her paws by the disgusting smell of rot. Immediately the fear filled her and she looked down, making certain that her gift had stayed, that she wasn't starting to rot again. Everything was in place.
Quickly she swept the area, on the look out for other Lowlanders that would surely be far less friendly now that she wasn't 'one of them'. Nothing turned up on the immediate sweep, but she stayed close to the trail. Sniff sniff, nothing. Sniff... URGH. Suddenly there was a tove clinging to her nose and emitting a pitiful keening as she tried to shake it off. One good whip of her head and the little beast went flying... only to come back a second later and continue its keening.
Urgh. It was rotting. She could see the disease eating through its tail, chewing on its arm... She batted it away with a paw and kept walking. She didn't want anything to do with this disease so why did it feel the need to follow her!? Without looking back, the ratdog stormed into the bar she'd been looking for.
An hour later she came out of the bar feeling unusually good about herself. She was missing an eye, covered and scars, and had a whole section of her forearm and bone exposed to everyone... but she wasn't a rotting Lowlander. The Torquehelm bartender had given her a drink for free, sympathetically telling her he understood - his parents had been harsh on his Club brother too. No one had kicked her out, no one had started a fight.
She could finally live her life.
Screee?! The questioning sound pierced through Vesper's skull and when she spun around, the Tove was there, with its big sad eyes and horrendous stench. "You stupid little thing. What's your problem?" Vesper kept walking, but the Tove was never more than a couple feet away. It went on like that all the way to Radz's door. "Whatever, but you're sleeping outside." She scowled at the Tove before vanishing inside.
Whatever. It'd be gone by the time she left.
Word Count: 1066
Reader's Warning: Cursing, again. And some good ol' fashioned Vesper violence.
(Nothing's Changed)
"It'd be gone by the time she left." Yeah right.
In fact, it only got clingier. It was waiting outside every bar and clung to her whenever it managed to catch her. If she tried to ignore it, it would simply curl up on her head and croon with happiness until she shoved it off. Damned thing.
Eventually she just gave up and let the gross little thing love her to its heart's content. Whatever, that was its loss.
A gross, overly affectionate Tove was the last thing she cared about right now. What bothered her was... her. It was always her. Sitting in the crappy motel room she'd managed to purchase, Vesper could do nothing but stare at her reflection in the mirror and hate it. It had only been a couple days since her magnificent transformation into a Torquehelm mix, but for slowly the wonder of that first day was fading away and being replaced by the same vile feelings that she had been plagued with all along.
Her coat may have changed but, damn it all to the lowest pits of the Lowlands, she was still the same. She was just as bitter and discontent as she was before all that was different was that she no longer knew why. Before it had been obvious, she was the plague of the earth. Of course she was angry then but why now? Why was she still plagued by this?
She was still an ugly little rat with buckteeth and a missing eye. The rotting lizard clinging to her ear didn't help her image much either, but it made her feel (at very least) a little better. It was far uglier than she was, than she had even been as a Lowlander, but still it managed to be happy with even her awkward brand of affection.
"I think I'll call you Rotgut. You like that?" The little thing crooned joyously as it always did when she spoke to it, regardless of her sarcasm, and Vesper rolled her good eye is exasperation. "Ugly things like you and I don't deserve fancy things and pretty names." Rotgut simply crooned, like always, and Vesper let out a huff of disgust. "How lucky you are to be so damned happy with everything."
Suddenly frustrated with everything – the room, the tove, her own stupid mug – Vesper attempted to hop off the bed only to snag a paw in her the cord of her binding and crash face-first into the floor. Lying on the floor, her paws now covering her head, Vesper cursed the world. Typical. This was all so fucking typical. She picked herself up, brushed herself off, and stormed out of the motel room with Rotgut trailing eagerly behind.
Whatever.
Outside in the open air, Vesper took a deep breath and forced a smile on that 'handsome' rat snout as she tried to revive the joy she'd felt upon realizing that her dreams had come true, that she wasn't a Lowlander anymore. And then someone opened their big fucking snout.
"What the fuck is that nasty little thing?"
"Ugh, I think it's a blasted Tove? It looks like it's rotting."
Vesper didn't even manage to start walking, her entire body had gone rigid and her coat stood on end. Her orange eyes darted over, locating the speaker: a Sorgaire bloodhound. His companion, a Josiggy mutt of some sort and a lowly 4 of Hearts, was sneering.
She took a breath, told herself to ignore the idiots, but only made it a few steps before the stupid Sorgaire managed to open his fat mouth again. "Gross! Hey Club! You need to put your fucking pet down, it's rotting!"
That. Was. It.
Vesper spun around in an instant, suddenly snout to snout with the scraggly hound. He recoiled quickly but Vesper was on the war path. She'd spent so many years hearing that directed at her, she didn't care if it was just a stupid Tove, she didn't care. Like it deserved to die because it got sick?! She was going to make the damned meathead eat his own tongue!
"How would you feel if you were rotting against your will? Would you want someone to kill you for that?!" He opened his mouth and Vesper could see him trying to protest. 'Yes,' he probably intended to say 'of course I would!' Vesper didn't give him the chance. She activated her strength ability and knocked the bastard off his paws with one solid bat of her tail. She didn't care if she was being irrational; it just felt good to see him hit the ground. "It's just a fucking animal, probably a better one than anything you'll ever get, so grow up and shut the fuck up you inconsiderate pussbag!" As Vesper finished she sucked in a deep breath.. and nearly wretched.
Out of nowhere the Sorgaire had suddenly begun to reek. A putrid odor rolled off of him, consuming everything nearby. This wasn't just a stinking wound; it was his whole damn body. Vesper pulled back a pace, her nose crinkling in disgust.
It was, however, his Josiggy friend that had the worst reaction. From the corner of her eye she could see him shaking his head, mouth gaping like a fish out of water until Vesper turned to him and arched a brow. In that moment a horrified cry ripped from his throat in what sounded like a pleading of forgiveness and he bolted out of sight
Things only got better from there. As she turned back to the Sorgaire mutt, ready to lay into him again, she found that not only were his eyes still bugging out in terror but he'd also managed to piss himself from the fear of it all. Vesper didn't bother to hold back her laughter. She tossed her head back and laughed. "How...?" he wailed, his whole body shaking. "Why?!" Vesper didn't have a proper answer, she didn't really know what happened herself but she had an idea and that only added to her great roar of laughter.
Suddenly her laughter stopped and she snapped her gaze back onto the pitiful idiot. A sadistic grin crawled over her bucktoothed maw. "I hope your flesh melts off before your eyes and you see for yourself how much it sucks to be born with your flesh dying." She left him there, listening to his miserable whimpering with a sense of satisfaction that she hadn't felt all day.
It felt good to wreck someone's life.
Worthless Fact: The full title is technically "Happiness Is Only Skin Deep - Inside Nothing's Changed" which was shorted appropriately for both fics. [rolls off]
