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Tin Man drabble requests 2.0

I'm bored and restless. In the beginning stages of another epic Cain/Glitch story but far too fussy to focus on that alone.

Bring on the requests! Same limits apply as last time: Cain/Glitch or Ambrose/Cain; please no deathfic (at least not perma-death), bloodplay, etc. I'm pretty vanilla in my abilities! Make requests in the comments and I'll do my best to give you something for your time.

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A fic based on the poem Alone by Edgar Allan Poe, but with a happy ending. preferably from Glitch and/or Ambrose's POV.

Here's the poem if you havent read it:

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Once there was a boy.

He saw the world in numbers, in patterns and rhythms and with such passion that his parents could not keep him. This boy belonged to the world and his destiny lay in the hands of those who ruled it.

He confounded his tutors, calling the color blue by its proper name, "6." Music could be drawn as only the boy could see it, with complicated and delicately flowing wheels and mechanisms working together in perfect synch. When he danced, he did so with eyes closed so he could concentrate on the machine only he could hear.

The boy thrived even as those around him watched him grow, with a sense of otherness surrounding him.

A prince himself now, if not by birth then through merit. The little sisters he was given charge of teaching math and science amused him greatly. He loved them like they were blood. They thought him an odd fellow, unable to grasp his profound knowledge of the universe and its colors, textures and shapes.

The day came when the youngest sister was sent away for safe keeping. The older sister, twisted and distorted by some unseen means, remembered the marvel of the boy's mind, its intricate workings and untapped power.

She had no need for the boy, only his knowledge. She took what she desired and discarded the rest.

Annuals passed without awareness. The boy, grown in body but no longer the same, watched the world turn black with storms, seasons change from red to gold to white and heard the patterns in the flowers as they bloomed. The numbers were missing, mixed up and jumbled. He could no longer remember if red was "3" or if orchids were "1-rest-2-and-3-and---."

The storm that delivered the littlest sister to him began a quest of memory, of finding his rhythm and numbers and colors. He collected two more on the road, others who gave him direction and clarity that he did not remember missing.

It was at the end of the journey that he faced the demon in the older sister's body that destroyed his beautiful system and ravaged his private machine.

***

When Raw took his hand away from Glitch's head and opened his eyes, he looked into the stunned faces of those around him. From below, he heard Glitch stutter and hesitantly ask if his machine was so bad.

Cain replied in a reverent voice, "Whatever it is, you sure sacrificed a lot to stop Azkadellia..."

Raw had seen much more than what he showed in the mirror, but he kept it to himself out of respect for the boy.

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Edited 2008-03-13 20:05 (UTC)

OH WOW! you are simply splendid. I especially loved how all the lines had the same general beat so it was almost like a poem itself. it was beautiful. ♥♥♥

Oh, yay! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I actually didn't notice that it had a pattern at all, it's cool that you picked that up out of it! :) Thanks so much, the poem prompt was beautiful and perfectly Ambrose.

I tend to notice patterns and such more than most people would 'cause of my OCD. -.-'

I totally agree, which is why i chose it, plus it is one of my favorites.

am i allowed to give another idea or is it a one per person thing?

You can give as many as you want! I've already done two for someone, and I always welcome the requests. It makes me feel wanted...:)

I would like a fic based on Poison by Alice Cooper, that is dark and sexy, where Glitch is clearly the dominant one. and i definately want it to be Glitch not Ambrose. With Cain being a willing particpant but not comfortable being submissive and Glitch telling and showing him why he needs to be at least sometimes.

is that too much description?

lyrics: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/alice+cooper/poison_20005797.html

Done! It's posted at the bottom of the main comment page, so it's not buried in the embedded threads. Here's the direct link if you wish: Poison

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