I fucking love Cowboy Andy. His theme song pwns. (boing boing) Cowboy Bebop remains one of my favorite animes of all time- Shinichiro Watanabe is a genius (though it's a shame Samurai Champloo really doesn't hold a candle to Bebop). If there's no one else in the dorm, and if the cable is working, I'm totally watching the movie in the TV room on Saturday. I get the room to myself for a few days 'til Gill moves in; I'll have to see if my wireless will reach to the TV room.
And I just saw the little blip of a teaser for Naruto on CN and aaahhhhh*splat**ded* "Rule the school?" *dies a death so full of death, I am dead from it*
And now, some Stella Matin, Theron's Story style. Theron's life? Sucks.
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Theron had good days, and he had bad days.
On good days, he woke up almost happy.
Oh bad days, he woke up his mother.
It felt like drowning, the first time, as though he'd woken up underwater. Everything was indistinct and blurry, and none of the air he breathed in reached his lungs. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn't a problem with his body- he was drowning in memories. He woke up as himself only moments later, and went back to sleep, too exhausted to contemplate the new memories. In the following weeks, he gave no thought to it, and so he had no one to blame but himself when it happened again.
The second time, he didn't wake up at all; he was simply and suddenly someone else.
Shanonil loved walking along the upper balconies of Silverlock's manor almost as much as she loved exploring the catacombs. Rothcar was a strange and wonderful place- nowhere near as colorful as Radrezhaea, but so much larger and louder than the Capital could ever hope to be.
Silverlock indulged her and gave her little gifts- but never anything so trite as jewelry (not that any Rothcaran crafter could ever compare to a Jewelsmith). He gave her flowers, exotic things shaped like praying hands and colored like the Weave of a sunset. She wore them in her hair and Smithed them into crowns and garlands until they wilted, little hands curling in on themselves.
She found him charming and outrageous and utterly unlike the Voyance in every way save for the draw of his power, which was bright and intense and Wove itself through his skin in dizzying patterns. They shared a love for power and luxury; they were too alike, really.
Her seduction was a foregone conclusion, and they both knew it. She went to his bed laughing for the simple joy of it, heedless of the way her voice fell into the wrong octave and the sharp, unfamiliar angles of her body.
Theron woke up in Silverlock's bed to the cloying smell of flowers and the horrible, squirming sensation of Shanonil's memories sinking claws into his consciousness.
He spent the next hour curled over a sink, convulsing in dry heaves until he could taste blood in the back of his throat; Silverlock stood in the doorway, and laughed.
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Stella Matin is kind of like Katamari Damancy. No, really. It rolls through my head and picks up characters and storylines from everywhere. The current score is seven characters from three separate, unrelated storylines and two different universes.
I wrote up a brief character whatsit on Silverlock three years ago (March '02, if you want to stalk my archives), and he really hasn't changed much over the years. "Twisted" is still the best description for him. "Sadistic opportunist" also works, if you feel like getting specific. He does, however, see everything he does to Theron as being for Theron's own good.
Theron didn't actually turn into his mother; he isn't possessed by her or anything like that. He was used as a repository for her memories when he was still in the womb- kind of like a backup harddrive, actually. They were sealed away and he wasn't supposed to access them- but Whimsy kept the Weavings maintained, and she can't do that when he's in another country. When the Weavings broke, the shock of being inundated with Shanonil's memories caused Theron's personality to shut down.
Theron will forgive Silverlock eventually; he'll argue the semantics of consent, but in the end he'll probably just file the memories away as belonging to his mother and deny, deny, deny.
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