ficlets100 - number seven.

[rawri]

001.	Guilt	002.	New	003.	Solitude	004.	Content	005.	Tale
006.	Distort	007.	Luxury	008.	Listen	009.	Party	010.	Scent
011.	Storm	012.	Lessons	013.	Apology	014.	Relief	015.	Breeze
016.	Fading	017.	Passion	018.	Stay	019.	Rain	020.	Within
021.	Dread	022.	Revenge	023.	Time	024.	Perfect	025.	Eyes
026.	Bloom	027.	Beginning	028.	Bath	029.	Object	030.	Lost
031.	Pride	032.	Death	033.	Dance	034.	Remember	035.	Savage
036.	Late	037.	Crossroads	038.	Change	039.	Hope	040.	Dawn
041.	Hero	042.	Annoy	043.	Trouble	044.	Imagine	045.	Believe
046.	Words	047.	Home	048.	Understand	049.	Cage	050.	Animal
051.	Woods	052.	Fun	053.	Dare	054.	Spell	055.	Pray
056.	Warmth	057.	Mess	058.	Leap	059.	Attention	060.	Shopping
061.	Dessert	062.	Paper-cut	063.	Compromise	064.	Mouth	065.	Gone
066.	Intuition	067.	Fairies	068.	Gift	069.	Priceless	070.	Jewel
071.	Grin	072.	Quake	073.	Blush	074.	System	075.	Pressure
076.	Crash	077.	Closer	078.	Break	079.	Habit	080.	Safe
081.	Confusion	082.	Someday	083.	Instigate	084.	Goodnight	085.	Paint
086.	Always	087.	Guide	088.	Embrace	089.	Fall	090.	Help
091.	Different	092.	Anticipation	093.	Real	094.	Enough	095.	Again
096.	Glorify.	097.	Lack thereof.	098.	Fix.	099.	Smile.	100.	A little.

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toward the terra -> ⌈70.⌋ Jewel.

[rawri.livejournal.com]

Mister Red was a funny, funny man. He arrived every so often, and he just had to be different. Amidst all the bright colors, the smell of waffles or cakes or whatever his mama decided to bake that day, he stood out, solid and dark and imposing, and he couldn’t help but look over at the man whenever he came around. He didn’t come often, and so he had to pay attention when he did.

It was hard to pay attention, though—Jomy and Swena would appear spontaneously, too, and though he’d told them they should be more on time (Jomy? On time?), they didn’t listen. Mister Red did listen. He didn’t tell him to study, either, even if he acted a bit like his father.

The world was always bright, but it was growing cold.

And maybe Mister Red wasn’t so different, because his colors got darker and darker, too, although his ear still held that sparkle (red- hah! like the textbook cover, like a cut finger, like the professor’s necklace, like Mister Red) and when asked, the other froze. He might have had some problems paying attention, but he knew what that meant – didn’t like it, because everything these days seemed to be getting colder and colder, freezing like the other had frozen.

And yet, it was alright that he wasn’t allowed to touch it, even if he thought it was nice-looking (like a cut finger), because Mister Red was a funny, funny man, all the same. It was strange, though- Jomy and Swena weren’t laughing.

Neither was Mister Red. Sam made sure to laugh more, just for him.