drabble #29
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sagesariaPrompt: #24: Cynical
Fandom: Dan and Mab’s Furrae Adventures
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Notes: SAIA is short for Succubus and Incubus Academy.
If a stranger were to just creep into the room, they would take one look at Abel and assume that he was bored, the way he sprawled out lazily on his bed, staring at the ceiling. In truth…well, he WAS bored, but he wasn’t just being bored. He was taking advantage of his incubus abilities and the fact that he had nothing better to do to take a peek at the outside world. Or at least the world a few feet up.
The tavern was busy tonight. Thoughts garbled past, overlapping each other like a radio that wasn’t fully tuned in. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to focus, and gradually it all came more clearly. Abel stretched his paws behind his head, listening as though his favorite song was on a stereo. He could hear the laughing and the clinking of glasses. A flitting taste of ale met his tongue as he skimmed the nonsense thoughts of the drunks. He savored the cocktail of drunken love and rejection as Dan failed once again to score. He even winced as some rowdy customer met the wrong end of Alexsi’s ban hammer.
Guess everybody was having fun, drunk off their asses and partying. And yet here Abel was, all alone in his room. One could feel sorry for him. But if they did he’d just roll his eyes and tell them to spend their time on somebody who cared. He made it clear to everybody he met that he didn’t care, nor should they waste their time caring about him. He was alone and preferred it that way.
Though once in a great while, like right now as he eavesdropped on the fun upstairs, he actually felt lonely. Some little hint of a soul longed to be up there right now, drinking with the guys, maybe playing cards.
And why not? They were all interesting people. Alexsi was kind of fun when she wasn’t angry and scary, Jyrras was kind of cute in his confused way, heck, even Dan was worth a conversation or two, if he’d actually bother to listen…he was Dan’s teacher after all, it’d make sense to try.
That was when the rest of his mind chimed in and reminded him exactly why. The only person in that tavern with even the slightest possibility of outliving him was Dan. A hard fact he’d learned during the last two hundred years of his life; it wasn’t worth getting close to people. The moment he let himself care about others, go out of his way to love them and be their friend, they were taken away. Just like Cindy. His only friend in the old town where he lived, and twenty years after his family moved, she killed herself. Or Devon. Just when he started to show signs of being a reasonable person, he was shot through the throat. He died suffering, probably not even aware that Abel was with him. He could still hear the thoughts that whispered through Devon’s mind before it snuffed out completely. Hennya, from school. Just a day before her wedding, what could have been the happiest moment in her life, and she was cut to pieces in one cruel blow.
Even his own mother and father. Twenty four years with a loving, happy family, all ruined when his headwings grew in. His father revealed his true colors…an incubus just like him. He’d killed Cid Rewanz, taken his place and impregnated his mother, May, watched Abel grow until he was a mature cubi, then tore the home he once knew to shreds. He killed Hennya, threatened May and slapped her around. He abandoned Abel at the SAIA and threatened to truly kill May if he made a move against him. Abel never saw his mother again after that, and doubted even then that she would want to. He remembered all too well her face as he was teleported away. Completely broken, distraught. She couldn’t even look at him.
All in the span of a day, he lost everything he knew. The entire event cut several scars that even after three hundred seventy-six years never healed. He could have grown crops with the tears he cried after that. But after the tears dried he grew to resent everything. The other cubi, people, even himself. Or his past self at least. The weak one who just sat there helplessly and watched Devon die, watched Hennya die, never did anything to help Cindy, or Mom. The one who let his father ruin everything.
He sighed, running a claw lightly around the clan marking on the back of his neck before distracting himself with the ruckus upstairs again. There was a thump and the thoughts were minus a voice; somebody must have passed out. He shook his head and continued listening.
It was a lonely life, pushing people away. But he preferred that to heartbreak.
Fandom: Dan and Mab’s Furrae Adventures
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Notes: SAIA is short for Succubus and Incubus Academy.
If a stranger were to just creep into the room, they would take one look at Abel and assume that he was bored, the way he sprawled out lazily on his bed, staring at the ceiling. In truth…well, he WAS bored, but he wasn’t just being bored. He was taking advantage of his incubus abilities and the fact that he had nothing better to do to take a peek at the outside world. Or at least the world a few feet up.
The tavern was busy tonight. Thoughts garbled past, overlapping each other like a radio that wasn’t fully tuned in. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to focus, and gradually it all came more clearly. Abel stretched his paws behind his head, listening as though his favorite song was on a stereo. He could hear the laughing and the clinking of glasses. A flitting taste of ale met his tongue as he skimmed the nonsense thoughts of the drunks. He savored the cocktail of drunken love and rejection as Dan failed once again to score. He even winced as some rowdy customer met the wrong end of Alexsi’s ban hammer.
Guess everybody was having fun, drunk off their asses and partying. And yet here Abel was, all alone in his room. One could feel sorry for him. But if they did he’d just roll his eyes and tell them to spend their time on somebody who cared. He made it clear to everybody he met that he didn’t care, nor should they waste their time caring about him. He was alone and preferred it that way.
Though once in a great while, like right now as he eavesdropped on the fun upstairs, he actually felt lonely. Some little hint of a soul longed to be up there right now, drinking with the guys, maybe playing cards.
And why not? They were all interesting people. Alexsi was kind of fun when she wasn’t angry and scary, Jyrras was kind of cute in his confused way, heck, even Dan was worth a conversation or two, if he’d actually bother to listen…he was Dan’s teacher after all, it’d make sense to try.
That was when the rest of his mind chimed in and reminded him exactly why. The only person in that tavern with even the slightest possibility of outliving him was Dan. A hard fact he’d learned during the last two hundred years of his life; it wasn’t worth getting close to people. The moment he let himself care about others, go out of his way to love them and be their friend, they were taken away. Just like Cindy. His only friend in the old town where he lived, and twenty years after his family moved, she killed herself. Or Devon. Just when he started to show signs of being a reasonable person, he was shot through the throat. He died suffering, probably not even aware that Abel was with him. He could still hear the thoughts that whispered through Devon’s mind before it snuffed out completely. Hennya, from school. Just a day before her wedding, what could have been the happiest moment in her life, and she was cut to pieces in one cruel blow.
Even his own mother and father. Twenty four years with a loving, happy family, all ruined when his headwings grew in. His father revealed his true colors…an incubus just like him. He’d killed Cid Rewanz, taken his place and impregnated his mother, May, watched Abel grow until he was a mature cubi, then tore the home he once knew to shreds. He killed Hennya, threatened May and slapped her around. He abandoned Abel at the SAIA and threatened to truly kill May if he made a move against him. Abel never saw his mother again after that, and doubted even then that she would want to. He remembered all too well her face as he was teleported away. Completely broken, distraught. She couldn’t even look at him.
All in the span of a day, he lost everything he knew. The entire event cut several scars that even after three hundred seventy-six years never healed. He could have grown crops with the tears he cried after that. But after the tears dried he grew to resent everything. The other cubi, people, even himself. Or his past self at least. The weak one who just sat there helplessly and watched Devon die, watched Hennya die, never did anything to help Cindy, or Mom. The one who let his father ruin everything.
He sighed, running a claw lightly around the clan marking on the back of his neck before distracting himself with the ruckus upstairs again. There was a thump and the thoughts were minus a voice; somebody must have passed out. He shook his head and continued listening.
It was a lonely life, pushing people away. But he preferred that to heartbreak.
