Free drabbles

[tygati]

Fixed my Story Master List, for those who were asking. All neat and organized and alphabetized. >.>; If I messed something up, ratings or missing warnings or whathaveyou, let me know.

Muses are AWOL again. x.x Stupid muses. Wonder if they hitched a ride with stardance back to Hawaii... >.>;

I think I'll go clean the kitchen. Whilst I'm away, I think I'll offer up free drabbles for the first however many people who want one. No spoilers for Space Cowboys, plz, but everything else should be free game. Maybe I can jump-start my muses back into productivity. -_- Stupid muses.

EDIT: Kitchen half clean, drabble #1 posted. Off to do kitchen cleaning, round two.

EDIT2: Dishes done, enough cleaning for today. Crack!drabble #2 posted.

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Vampires

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... you do weird things to my brain, Alice. >.>; Here, have some vampires...

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Sometimes, as he watched the people moving here and there, scurrying through their lives, it occurred to him that they had absolutely no idea what they wanted. They wanted so much, too much, or at least they thought they wanted it. Then once they'd tried it, they found that it wasn't really what they'd wanted in the first place.

Sometimes he envied them. They, at least, could change their mind. They weren't stuck living with the consequences of an ill-considered choice.

He smiled bitterly. Live forever; it sounded like such a bright, glittering promise. Never grow old, never weaken, never die.

How little they understood. Once the choice was made, it was true you would never die. But all other things could and did, and one by one you were forced to watch as everything around you crumbled to dust. Everything you'd ever known, everyone you'd ever loved, gone forever.

It was no wonder so many of his kind went mad, deprived of everything that had ever made them who they were. Everything that had ever given them a reason to live. Even those who believed they needed nothing and no one never truly understood just how much they needed until it was gone. Of course, he wasn't really sure they understood it even then, because that was the point when they ceased to be men, and became monsters instead.

Very, very few of them ever managed to keep their sanity intact once they finally realized. He knew there were only a handful in the entire world, and of those most tended to extreme isolation, preferring to avoid having to watch all that they cared about wither and die time and time again.

He himself and considered such a course many times over the years, but had never quite been able to bring himself to do it. The loneliness would break him far faster than the pain of losing everything ever could. So instead he made his own path, his own method of coping.

He watched.

All around him life went on, helter skelter, and he watched. Once, he had found himself watching a particular family for four generations before finally getting bored enough to move on to other things. It was a detached sort of curiosity, seeing but never really being a part of it all, but to get any closer would be to risk falling into the madness that ever lurked, waiting, biding its time before it pulled him in. Perhaps some day it would finally claim him, and those who had chosen the hermit's way would nod sagely and say that it was only to be expected. It was impossible to balance forever on the edge of a precipice without some day falling in. Either one had to avoid life altogether, or embrace it.

Most took the easy path, and chose to avoid it. He walked the fine line between, neither apart from the world or a part of it. Then there was one who had somehow managed to embrace it, and yet still had not fallen into madness.

Or perhaps he had simply been mad to begin with.