100 Words Of...
"100 words of" fills because these prompts sustain me. I usually go over the minimum because I like to jibber-jabber.
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Geppetto uses Romeo in place of the son he cannot possess.
Romeo uses him in kind.
There is an insatiable hunger within Giuseppe Geppetto: to hurt, and to be hurt in his own way. He is made old with anger, aged beyond his years by darkness. Romeo doesn’t tell himself he does this to protect Carlo. He is honest in this, at least: neither of them could have, nor should have, Carlo. They are means to an end, canvases to be defiled, secrets to be kept.
100 words of self-indulgent fic.
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Love died. Love returned.
It wasn’t until after Romeo died that Geppetto’s puppet first heard his true voice — as clearly as a recording could depict, anyway. It was like listening to a record but not as crisp. Sometimes he liked to imagine that the music spoke to him as the disks spun upon the gramophone: Fascination turned to love.
100 words of “they should have kissed/hugged.”
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This is why Carlo’s father sent him away in the end: because he couldn’t trust himself with the horror of his narcissism, wanting everything his son had to give merely because he had made him. Because he could.
100 words of good badtouch.
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Romeo and Carlo sneak out of the charity house for the night.
“I’ll tell you what I want,” Carlo continues, parting the window curtains to let moonlight spill into the room. The window unlatches with a creak before a rush of icy air makes Romeo’s skin prickle. “I want to live.”
“You want to go out? Even after I sneaked all the way up here for you?” Romeo asks, the words falling from his lips before he can stop them. Because these are the magic words: for you. For Carlo. His best friend knows he has all the cards. He always has.
Carlo grins.
100 words of kissing like your life depends on it.
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Geppetto feels his son’s reborn heartbeat for the first time.
When he wakes up, he will remember. It is a plea to a dead son from his desperate father: Your heart will live. The gears will turn.
Come back to me, Carlo.
100 words of heartbeats.