TTD: Excerpt (original fic)

[wallwalker]

thebaconfat: Share a snippet of whatever you've been working on recently.

Recently? Like, recently recently? It's mostly math. I spent a significant portion of my free time (as in, not homework-time) trying to learn or relearn integration. I'm not sure how much of this I knew before, to be quite honest.

A lot of my recent attempts need a lot of editing. This one does too, but some of it works pretty well. This is from a story inspired by various fae and changeling ideas. Not exactly coherent enough to do a proper excerpt, not yet, but I thought this scene was cute, at least.

He found the little stuffed lion in the bottom of the cabinet drawer, and picked it up with careful hands. It was a doll that he had some memory of, at least. He'd been home for Christmas, along with Daniel, and at some point in the awkward holiday discussion there'd been some sort of decision that their mother had decided to stitch dolls for the children, dolls that they would have the chance to design. Leonard had mostly stayed silent, and let Daniel speak; it didn't assure that he wouldn't be bothered with questions about why he hadn't done so much as his brother, but it at least meant that he was saved the trouble of most small talk.

He remembered his mother giving the children their dolls, and how excited Betty had been.

"He's a real lion!" she'd squealed, as she had hugged the little velveteen lion close to her chest. It had massive fangs on a cat's face, and a lean body, and its mane looked for all the world like a few oversized petals mostly attached to each other in something that resembled a slightly curled mane. "I'm going to name him Daisy."

"Daisy?" Mike repeated, jeering. He had some sort of nightmare creature - no surprise, he'd been at an age for grotesque things. He'd kept the thing with him all the time since that day. "You can't name him Daisy! He's a boy!"

"He's a lion," she had shot back, holding up her doll, "and he has huge teeth and claws, and if he wants to be called Daisy than I'm going to call him Daisy, because he'll eat anyone who says that he can't be called whatever he wants!"

Leonard had grinned in spite of himself, and had given her an amused nod, and she'd grinned back at him. It was one of the few times that he'd related to anyone in that family, even though she'd only been a little girl.

Once I'm a little more mentally capable of editing, I'll see about some of the others. Right now I'm burned out from math and school.

(ETA: Fic excerpt here, too.)