Tantivy
Oh, where does the time go? A drabble fic series centered of the God of Mischief. And the bag of cats that is his mind. Daily writing challenge. Can be read out of sequence.
Tantivy
Sometimes, he would look at his hands and wonder at how they used to be so small. How they used to cling to his mother's skirts and tangle in red velvet capes. How his small, chubby fingers clung to the smooth stones he'd skipped across the reflecting ponds as if they were precious treasures.
How did they come to be so big, to spread so wide? With long, slender fingers to clutch tightly to the grimy leather grip of his knives and stitch spells to darken skies and twist words?
He had lived well over a millennia. With luck (or perhaps with none), he would likely see several more. But it seemed strange that time crept along forever when he was young and brilliant, but screamed by so fast after he fell.
The world slipped through his fingers like sand. Love and light and warmth along with it.
He was careening and he could not stop.
Author's note: Short and sweet. This whole string of ficlets is written in various styles and will trend more towards prose. It won't necessarily be grammatically correct. On purpose.
Ceylon~