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glyficTitle: Small Things
Author:malurette
Fandom: LastMan
Characters/Pairing: Howard McKenzie, Rizel mentioned
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Vivès, Balak, Périn etc
Prompt: "habits & routine" forgenprompt_bingo
Notes: translation of a a previous fic
Word count: 300
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Some routines rhythm your life like rituals. Howard McKenzie comes home and starts by putting the groceries away; fresh vegetables in the vegetable drawer, milk in the fridge’s door compartment, non-perishable goods all sorted in the pantry. In the privacy of his own home he’s free to relax; he loosens his tie and allows himself a mean thought about his students and people taking up too much space everywhere.
He should get started on browsing the news for weird phenomena, possible hints on a new Roitelet’s actions, but it can wait just a bit longer. First, he gets just a bit of personal time just to himself, time to smoke one cigarette. He never does that outside, on public space; it’s a little guilty pleasure, a personal way of relaxing. He’d rather not make a habit out of it and start smoking anywhere, anytime.
Then, he needs to change the tank’s water. Rinse, carefully count out cleaning fluid droplets, measure nutritious solution. He absentmindedly taps on the glass surface and observes the eye roll around and turn its washed out iris towards him, the pupil in its centre a pin prick of black. He vaguely wonders whether Charles can still see him through that, although it’s been years since the optic nerve was severed. After all, the eye still holds onto at least some of his old bearer’s powers, so why not another sustained magic connection?
However after all those years he never came to claim it back and Rizel is not how to share, so, most probably, he doesn’t know it’s here. So Howard keeps it, and not just as a keepsake: even though it may become a beacon that drives a vengeful Roitelet to him, harnessing its powers has proved of use and he won’t let go of them.
Author:
maluretteFandom: LastMan
Characters/Pairing: Howard McKenzie, Rizel mentioned
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Vivès, Balak, Périn etc
Prompt: "habits & routine" for
genprompt_bingoNotes: translation of a a previous fic
Word count: 300
Some routines rhythm your life like rituals. Howard McKenzie comes home and starts by putting the groceries away; fresh vegetables in the vegetable drawer, milk in the fridge’s door compartment, non-perishable goods all sorted in the pantry. In the privacy of his own home he’s free to relax; he loosens his tie and allows himself a mean thought about his students and people taking up too much space everywhere.
He should get started on browsing the news for weird phenomena, possible hints on a new Roitelet’s actions, but it can wait just a bit longer. First, he gets just a bit of personal time just to himself, time to smoke one cigarette. He never does that outside, on public space; it’s a little guilty pleasure, a personal way of relaxing. He’d rather not make a habit out of it and start smoking anywhere, anytime.
Then, he needs to change the tank’s water. Rinse, carefully count out cleaning fluid droplets, measure nutritious solution. He absentmindedly taps on the glass surface and observes the eye roll around and turn its washed out iris towards him, the pupil in its centre a pin prick of black. He vaguely wonders whether Charles can still see him through that, although it’s been years since the optic nerve was severed. After all, the eye still holds onto at least some of his old bearer’s powers, so why not another sustained magic connection?
However after all those years he never came to claim it back and Rizel is not how to share, so, most probably, he doesn’t know it’s here. So Howard keeps it, and not just as a keepsake: even though it may become a beacon that drives a vengeful Roitelet to him, harnessing its powers has proved of use and he won’t let go of them.
