34. inky (leon)

“Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do.” --Emme Woodhull-Bäche

clic-click-k-kli-ck-ic-click The pen shook in his hand. His fingers clenched tightly and he crushed the paper in his palm, throwing it away and ripping off another.

Cid—I can’t stay here. I have to tr- - ind Ri- - -. List………. The pen gouged streaks in the paper. Traverse Town was too poor to afford a stupid five-cent pen, he hated this place, he hated everyone here, he wanted to go home— and he was stuck in this stupid Traverse Town forever, waiting for some idiot with KEY! – I can’t do anything--!

Squall hurled the pen across the room. It ricocheted off the wall and pinged onto his gunblade, rolling on the floor awkwardly. There was a giant inkspot on the wall. Now the pen decided to work and smeared inky crap all over. Oh, he hated this place. Squall trembled in rage, in desperation, and in raw agony that was scraped at with sandpaper made of up seconds and hours and days and—

and--

clic-click-k-kli-ck-ic-click

He couldn’t blame the pen this time.

I know it's short, but I think the quality is solid... okay? Just agree please...!

Anyway. As I said in the last chapter, updates are slow because I have been feverishly working on my story arc-- one chapter of that is maybe 10, 12 Espys. So on those terms, I am FLYING! But I do intend to write more of these. I have some awesome requests and I'll be writing them when I get a free minute. What am I telling you guys for, you know what school is like.

Thanks everyone!

Akiko