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Entry tags:
- fic,
- fic_promptly,
- gen,
- tf2
fic: Blind
Title: Blind
Series: TF2
Character/pairing: Demoman, Demomum
Rating: PG
Word count: 211
Author's note: I started this for the AO3 drabble challenge, only to find that it called for fannishness as a theme by the time the details were released. Later on I revised it from the 100 word version and used it for fic_promptly least year. I forgot to archive it here until recently.
"Mum, I've finally lived up to the family name. Not a single eye left."
There was the sound of her cane on the floor. He inclined his head to listen into the nothingness. Soon sight would be a faint memory, like the names and faces of people he'd lost along the way. He couldn't even remember his first mother's voice. Everything else had been destroyed in the fire he caused.
"Kept up with your braille lessons, I hope? With so few jobs, ye would have had plenty of times to master the dots, and mixin' the chemicals without sight."
"Yes, mum," he said.
He couldn't see her smile, but he'd like to believe it was there. He'd like to think she'd mouthed good and thought of him as the son she always wanted. Ten more jobs and he might even get a bit of praise, he might finally be the son she wanted.
He'd fought ghosts and the Loch Ness monster; he knew how to believe in the impossible.
Series: TF2
Character/pairing: Demoman, Demomum
Rating: PG
Word count: 211
Author's note: I started this for the AO3 drabble challenge, only to find that it called for fannishness as a theme by the time the details were released. Later on I revised it from the 100 word version and used it for fic_promptly least year. I forgot to archive it here until recently.
"Mum, I've finally lived up to the family name. Not a single eye left."
There was the sound of her cane on the floor. He inclined his head to listen into the nothingness. Soon sight would be a faint memory, like the names and faces of people he'd lost along the way. He couldn't even remember his first mother's voice. Everything else had been destroyed in the fire he caused.
"Kept up with your braille lessons, I hope? With so few jobs, ye would have had plenty of times to master the dots, and mixin' the chemicals without sight."
"Yes, mum," he said.
He couldn't see her smile, but he'd like to believe it was there. He'd like to think she'd mouthed good and thought of him as the son she always wanted. Ten more jobs and he might even get a bit of praise, he might finally be the son she wanted.
He'd fought ghosts and the Loch Ness monster; he knew how to believe in the impossible.