I hate that guy... [Changeling Fiction]

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I randomly decided to go back and read some of the oldest stuff from Writing_Shadows, because i am a self important little duck and i fancied reading if anyone had used one of my PC's in a bit of fiction i hadn't allready known about. (One!)
And i saw something that inspired me to try writing something about steampunk, but focused on an outside view of him. I think ultimately, this is more of a bit of fiction about Simon Blake, the person that the world knows steampunk as.

( I hate that guy... )

[Lost] You're rubber, I'm glue.

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She was changing again, she could feel it.

It was different this time; there was no external guidance - no cheeky smile from Spring, no worried questions from Sam. This time it was coming from within, a calm that spread through her body as she'd described her love doing. It muted her sadness like snow covering the frozen ground, covering her anger like a blanket, slowing the freefall that frightened her. She felt serenity.

She understood now why last time Spring had chosen her reflection to represent Him. He was showing her that she needed to accept that she was Spring. She embodied Him.

She also understood why Carin said that those with such a strong connection to their Season weren't human. To do her duty properly, she had to rise above how she felt and what she wanted to do. To fulfil her role as Spring, she had to bring people together, no matter how she felt.

So she was changing to do it.

Awkward questions

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( More background Forsaken tat )

[Lost] From the outside

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Louise Scott dropped her cigarette onto the pavement and ground it out with her shoe. Last one today, she falsely promised herself as she looked across the playground at the other teacher there, knowing that Rose would be too busy dealing with the crisis of the day to notice the scrutiny. She wondered which, if any, rumours about Rose were true.

She didn't look like a prostitute, but Emma had said that she seemed to have regular 'boyfriends' (Emma always used inverted commas when she said boyfriends, as if her arched eyebrows and heavy intonation didn't make her meaning perfectly clear) that even came to the school sometimes. Louise wasn't convinced; Rose was so peculiar and old-fashioned it was hard to picture. She was pretty, sure, but...Louise just couldn't see it.

She actually felt quite sorry for Rose. When she wasn't focusing on the children, like now, there was something about her that just pulled at your heartstrings. She always came off slightly odd, but Louise liked her good manners (Emma said if someone was that nice to your face, you could guarantee they were a right bitch behind your back) and sweet smile. She seemed like she'd be a dependable friend.

Suddenly Rose looked up at her and smiled. Louise felt herself blush guiltily. She had been staring; now the other woman would think she was some sort of weirdo. Just what she needed.

She turned away and fumbled for another cigarette.