Totally fic-spamming you.

[tocryabout]

A short piece for New X-Men, "A Chassis Made of Cars" (2,200 words). Wither junkyard fic! Hooray!

"Lately even my sculptures are looking worried, rearing backward on their piston legs, their wire-tendrils curling up tight. Jittery artillery, with broad bony sails of warped metal, like a human pelvic bone. I sit down on my milk crate, eating this damp ham and cheese sandwich that's been sitting in a fridge for too long, and stare at the shape of my current piece of work. It's cryptic, and I no longer know what I meant by it. All I can see is a tilt to the top piece that reminds me of Laurie's shoulders, the way she stands when she's nervous. Did I intend that? My problem is I never start out with a plan..."

Read it here.

Comments

[youngest-one.livejournal.com]

Man, your Wither fic kicks my Wither fic's ass.

I can see now why Kevin is doing so poorly in the actual comics. He's a character who works best when you're viewing things from his perspective, seeing the way looks filtered through the sieve of his bitter and unforgiving mind. Because he really doesn't forgive - not himself, not Dani, not anyone.

I'd really like to know how Kevin came to be living in this junkyard - is this the aftereffect of what happened in the comics, or of some other incident? I liked the way you emphasized Kevin as an artist, and more specifically as a sculptor; it makes an ironic kind of sense to make the boy who can't touch love making things with his hands.