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mindcrackloveAfter a couple weeks of delay (screw finals), I'm finally done with this prompt.
Theme was: "Annual ball for the Mindcrackers! And somebody doesn't have anyone to go with." (plus there was SMS as another one of the prompts, so I threw those feels in there too)
(italicize is thoughts, bold is for emphasis)
Enjoy. :)
It was a fairly large disappointment that it was a cloudy night, or else Kurt would have spent his time observing the stars instead of thinking about the ball that was occurring right now. He held no interest in large social gatherings, especially ones that involved nicely pressed and sleek suits (his own suit, while comfortable, was well worn from all his walking). In fact, he wasn't quite sure he had been to one of the annual Mindcrack balls, ever. Quite frankly, he preferred to keep it that way, but tonight his mind kept wandering back to the ball.
Maybe it was because Zisteau had approached him earlier in the day. Nonchalantly, Zisteau brought up the ball while he and Kurt were talking (well, Zisteau did most of the talking, Kurt was busy sorting through some ores he had collected recently from a mining expedition). Kurt was a little surprised with the random topic, but he brushed it off. They quickly moved on to other topics afterward, except now Kurt couldn't help but remember Zisteau's drooped shoulders and heavier footsteps once the pigman left.
Oh, wait a second...
Kurt's eyes widened, and he nearly knocked his head against the windowpane in front of him. Jeebus! He was an idiot!
Well, no, let's think about this for a moment. He took a step back from the window (where he had been looking at the cloudy skies for the past hour or so), and began pacing back and forth.
He was getting ahead of himself; Zisteau certainly looked disappointed when he left earlier, but it was a sort of subtle disappointment, like when a friend was unable to accept a party invitation. Yes, that's exactly what happened: Kurt wouldn't go to the ball, again, and Zisteau was just disheartened that his friend couldn't make it. Surely, it wasn't anything more--there couldn't be anything more. Zisteau and Kurt were friends, just friends. Great teammates, enjoyers of single malt scotch, sure. Dates? No, no...
No? What?
Kurt wasn't sure anymore, at this point (of his feelings or thoughts, both were very lost and scattered). His leg bumped against the couch, and he sank into the cushions, holding his head in his hands. Where didthat idea come from? Him and Zisteau? Would that even work? And why now? Kurt groaned, and closed his eyes. Why?
"If that was as easy to answer as reaching the Far Lands." Kurt snarked, his voice ringing through the empty household. How long has he'd been crushing on Zisteau, of all people? When did this attraction sneak upon Kurt, and trip him? Because Kurt definitely fell, and hard. The longer Kurt began to think, and remember, and reconsider, he realized that there were so many things that were attractive about Zisteau.So many damn things. His boisterous laugh. His devilish plans, and his insistence to go above and beyond with everything (and really, everything). His bravery and teasing personality, and that lilting voice.
"No, this certainly wasn't an out-of-the-blue attraction." Kurt mumbled to himself, now stretched across the couch. Possibly, it was just now, on this night, that Kurt connected all the lost puzzle pieces of his attraction. Maybe, because of his obliviousness, he hadn't noticed before. Or he subconsciously refused to accept it. Whatever the reason, Kurt was here now, realization socking him in the gut. While he lied on the couch, in his house, far away from the ball--
"Wait, wait, the ball!" Kurt sat up immediately, but he cringed and considered lying back down. No, it was late, and surely the ball would be over now. And he was not prepared for any sort of social interaction, whatsoever. He didn't even have a proper suit, outside of his regular outfit (but that would be tacky to wear to the ball, wouldn't it?).
Yet...Kurt knew that his feelings would be forever locked in him if he stayed in this room, tonight. He would have to suffer with these thoughts whenever he would see Zisteau in the future. Kurt knew he would regret every future moment he would spend with Zisteau by not saying anything, and his own anxiety would always get in the way. It would take months, or even years, before Kurt would tell his feelings to Zisteau without some divine intervention. But, if Kurt went to the ball tonight, then surely this small burst of confidence would be enough to tell Zisteau the truth. It only took a small step for Kurt to begin his wondrous journey to the Farlands; surely, another small step wouldn't hurt in the long run.
And yes, screw the suit. Kurt thought as he pushed himself up, taking small steps towards the front door. At the threshold however, Kurt paused, and with a large gulp he took the step. The dirt outside was gravelly and felt loose, unlike the stable wooden floors of Kurt's abode. However, Kurt braved on, closing the door behind him, as it made a hesitant but satisfying click. Kurt knew the ball was at the town hall, and so he started his journey into the night.
The wind blew harshly, and his brown overcoat whipped around him. Kurt gritted his teeth and shoved his hands into his pockets in a futile attempt to keep warm. He happened to look up, and was reminded of the starless sky. The clouds overhead looked ominous: gray pulsing clouds that threatened to spill water at any moment. Of course, this was Mindcrack. Kurt picked up his pace, hoping to reach the town hall before it started to rain.
He was beginning to have second thoughts about leaving his warm and comfortable home, but he was already out here in the cold, trudging on because of his silly feelings, out to a social event that he wasn't keen on coming to (even if Zisteau was there). Oh god, what if Zisteau wasn't even there? Kurt shook his head, his face feeling much colder (no thanks to the wind). Well, he could always go to Zisteau's house after looking around town hall, and a little more walking wouldn't hurt even then, right?
Up ahead, Kurt was positive he could see the town hall's lights emanating in the distance. At this ungodly hour, no one staying home would be up, so Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried faster. The wind kept growing fiercer, however, and Kurt had to slink against the walls of nearby buildings to avoid the blasts of icy cold wind. It helped with his progress, but he was still feeling very chilly. The town hall was much closer now, and Kurt could see the silhouettes of his fellow friends through the bright windows. Many of the silhouettes were dancing, though some were still and unmoving. As Kurt creeped closer to town hall, panic struck his heart and he had to stop for a moment. He couldn't just waltz in the door, and even though everyone at the party would be happy to see Kurt, he really didn't want any attention at the moment. He was on a mission, and having everyone trying to greet him would throw him off.
Which was why Kurt settled to look at the party through a window near the back of the town hall (even if that took extra walking through the damn wind). For a second, he considered this mildly stalker-ish, but he brushed it off. Taking extra caution to peek through the window, he scanned the crowd for Zisteau, half-hoping he was at his own home so that Kurt didn't have to go through the crowd to reach him. On the other hand, he really didn't want to go walking in this weather, and the inside of the room looked so warm...
Kurt's breath caught when he saw Zisteau, dancing right in the middle of the room with...
Oh.
Zisteau was dancing with Vechs. And Vechs had his head rested on Zisteau's shoulder, and the latter's arm was wrapped tight around Vechs. A little too tightly. But what broke Kurt's heart was that Vechs was smiling sweetly, and Zisteau had the same look on his face, and, oh my god...
Kurt sank to the ground and wrapped himself in a tight ball, his 3-D glasses possibly being crushed against his knees, but he didn't care. He didn't care at all. Then, the rain began to fall.
Theme was: "Annual ball for the Mindcrackers! And somebody doesn't have anyone to go with." (plus there was SMS as another one of the prompts, so I threw those feels in there too)
(italicize is thoughts, bold is for emphasis)
Enjoy. :)
It was a fairly large disappointment that it was a cloudy night, or else Kurt would have spent his time observing the stars instead of thinking about the ball that was occurring right now. He held no interest in large social gatherings, especially ones that involved nicely pressed and sleek suits (his own suit, while comfortable, was well worn from all his walking). In fact, he wasn't quite sure he had been to one of the annual Mindcrack balls, ever. Quite frankly, he preferred to keep it that way, but tonight his mind kept wandering back to the ball.
Maybe it was because Zisteau had approached him earlier in the day. Nonchalantly, Zisteau brought up the ball while he and Kurt were talking (well, Zisteau did most of the talking, Kurt was busy sorting through some ores he had collected recently from a mining expedition). Kurt was a little surprised with the random topic, but he brushed it off. They quickly moved on to other topics afterward, except now Kurt couldn't help but remember Zisteau's drooped shoulders and heavier footsteps once the pigman left.
Oh, wait a second...
Kurt's eyes widened, and he nearly knocked his head against the windowpane in front of him. Jeebus! He was an idiot!
Well, no, let's think about this for a moment. He took a step back from the window (where he had been looking at the cloudy skies for the past hour or so), and began pacing back and forth.
He was getting ahead of himself; Zisteau certainly looked disappointed when he left earlier, but it was a sort of subtle disappointment, like when a friend was unable to accept a party invitation. Yes, that's exactly what happened: Kurt wouldn't go to the ball, again, and Zisteau was just disheartened that his friend couldn't make it. Surely, it wasn't anything more--there couldn't be anything more. Zisteau and Kurt were friends, just friends. Great teammates, enjoyers of single malt scotch, sure. Dates? No, no...
No? What?
Kurt wasn't sure anymore, at this point (of his feelings or thoughts, both were very lost and scattered). His leg bumped against the couch, and he sank into the cushions, holding his head in his hands. Where did
"If that was as easy to answer as reaching the Far Lands." Kurt snarked, his voice ringing through the empty household. How long has he'd been crushing on Zisteau, of all people? When did this attraction sneak upon Kurt, and trip him? Because Kurt definitely fell, and hard. The longer Kurt began to think, and remember, and reconsider, he realized that there were so many things that were attractive about Zisteau.
"No, this certainly wasn't an out-of-the-blue attraction." Kurt mumbled to himself, now stretched across the couch. Possibly, it was just now, on this night, that Kurt connected all the lost puzzle pieces of his attraction. Maybe, because of his obliviousness, he hadn't noticed before. Or he subconsciously refused to accept it. Whatever the reason, Kurt was here now, realization socking him in the gut. While he lied on the couch, in his house, far away from the ball--
"Wait, wait, the ball!" Kurt sat up immediately, but he cringed and considered lying back down. No, it was late, and surely the ball would be over now. And he was not prepared for any sort of social interaction, whatsoever. He didn't even have a proper suit, outside of his regular outfit (but that would be tacky to wear to the ball, wouldn't it?).
Yet...Kurt knew that his feelings would be forever locked in him if he stayed in this room, tonight. He would have to suffer with these thoughts whenever he would see Zisteau in the future. Kurt knew he would regret every future moment he would spend with Zisteau by not saying anything, and his own anxiety would always get in the way. It would take months, or even years, before Kurt would tell his feelings to Zisteau without some divine intervention. But, if Kurt went to the ball tonight, then surely this small burst of confidence would be enough to tell Zisteau the truth. It only took a small step for Kurt to begin his wondrous journey to the Farlands; surely, another small step wouldn't hurt in the long run.
And yes, screw the suit. Kurt thought as he pushed himself up, taking small steps towards the front door. At the threshold however, Kurt paused, and with a large gulp he took the step. The dirt outside was gravelly and felt loose, unlike the stable wooden floors of Kurt's abode. However, Kurt braved on, closing the door behind him, as it made a hesitant but satisfying click. Kurt knew the ball was at the town hall, and so he started his journey into the night.
The wind blew harshly, and his brown overcoat whipped around him. Kurt gritted his teeth and shoved his hands into his pockets in a futile attempt to keep warm. He happened to look up, and was reminded of the starless sky. The clouds overhead looked ominous: gray pulsing clouds that threatened to spill water at any moment. Of course, this was Mindcrack. Kurt picked up his pace, hoping to reach the town hall before it started to rain.
He was beginning to have second thoughts about leaving his warm and comfortable home, but he was already out here in the cold, trudging on because of his silly feelings, out to a social event that he wasn't keen on coming to (even if Zisteau was there). Oh god, what if Zisteau wasn't even there? Kurt shook his head, his face feeling much colder (no thanks to the wind). Well, he could always go to Zisteau's house after looking around town hall, and a little more walking wouldn't hurt even then, right?
Up ahead, Kurt was positive he could see the town hall's lights emanating in the distance. At this ungodly hour, no one staying home would be up, so Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried faster. The wind kept growing fiercer, however, and Kurt had to slink against the walls of nearby buildings to avoid the blasts of icy cold wind. It helped with his progress, but he was still feeling very chilly. The town hall was much closer now, and Kurt could see the silhouettes of his fellow friends through the bright windows. Many of the silhouettes were dancing, though some were still and unmoving. As Kurt creeped closer to town hall, panic struck his heart and he had to stop for a moment. He couldn't just waltz in the door, and even though everyone at the party would be happy to see Kurt, he really didn't want any attention at the moment. He was on a mission, and having everyone trying to greet him would throw him off.
Which was why Kurt settled to look at the party through a window near the back of the town hall (even if that took extra walking through the damn wind). For a second, he considered this mildly stalker-ish, but he brushed it off. Taking extra caution to peek through the window, he scanned the crowd for Zisteau, half-hoping he was at his own home so that Kurt didn't have to go through the crowd to reach him. On the other hand, he really didn't want to go walking in this weather, and the inside of the room looked so warm...
Kurt's breath caught when he saw Zisteau, dancing right in the middle of the room with...
Oh.
Zisteau was dancing with Vechs. And Vechs had his head rested on Zisteau's shoulder, and the latter's arm was wrapped tight around Vechs. A little too tightly. But what broke Kurt's heart was that Vechs was smiling sweetly, and Zisteau had the same look on his face, and, oh my god...
Kurt sank to the ground and wrapped himself in a tight ball, his 3-D glasses possibly being crushed against his knees, but he didn't care. He didn't care at all. Then, the rain began to fall.
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Date: Tuesday, June 2nd, 2015 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Tuesday, June 2nd, 2015 04:18 pm (UTC)I really enjoyed it!
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Date: Tuesday, June 2nd, 2015 05:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: Tuesday, June 2nd, 2015 10:52 pm (UTC)It's good, Tac! But sad isn't my favorite, and you got my hopes up with the SMS and y u do? Use your powers for good! :p
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Date: Tuesday, June 2nd, 2015 11:34 pm (UTC)This was all Sharpie's fault when she wrote her prompt last month (http://mindcracklove.dreamwidth.org/959683.html#cutid1) so I had to get back at her, and now I have to wait for her responseWriting this broke my heart too. :'(
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Date: Wednesday, June 3rd, 2015 09:25 am (UTC)Angst+Kurt=Very Happy Me
Hehehe....
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Date: Wednesday, June 3rd, 2015 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, June 3rd, 2015 02:58 pm (UTC)The feels could've been avoided if Veylian was a thing! :IJk :3 Aaaaaa, why do I love heartbreak so much?
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Date: Wednesday, June 3rd, 2015 05:25 pm (UTC)