A/N: Not my best drabble ever, but it covers the basics.
Sketch met the boy in the waiting area for medical. They were both young then, maybe ten. She passed the time by tracing his likeness with one finger in the air before her.
He paid attention but couldn’t tell what she was doing.
Abruptly, she forced the threads she had sketched to resolve—a charcoal-colored sculpture of air.
He stared at it for a long moment, then reached out and touched the barely tangible threads. Golden light flowed from his fingertip and overlaid her work with radiance.
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Kingdoms and Thorn Ficlet: Sculpting the Minutes
Date: 2013-09-05 08:24 pm (UTC)Sketch met the boy in the waiting area for medical. They were both young then, maybe ten. She passed the time by tracing his likeness with one finger in the air before her.
He paid attention but couldn’t tell what she was doing.
Abruptly, she forced the threads she had sketched to resolve—a charcoal-colored sculpture of air.
He stared at it for a long moment, then reached out and touched the barely tangible threads. Golden light flowed from his fingertip and overlaid her work with radiance.
Sketch caught her breath.
He smiled. “You like it?”
She named him, “Lightsculpt.”