more writinggggg
Mar. 22nd, 2019 04:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skye_writerI wrote more words yesterday. Yay? I am hoping to write some more today, but you never know with words. They get scared so easily.
Here are the words, which are a sort of follow-on from the second fill from yesterday (so: TRON: Legacy AU, young Sam and Tron have escaped the Grid and Tron is, uh, not coping well):
Every moment that passes here, Tron is aware of time ticking away on the Grid. Clu could have gained access to Flynn’s disc. He could be waiting for the Portal to open again. Or he could be wreaking some other havoc on the Grid, without Tron there to defend it.
Flynn had explained time dilation to Clu and Tron both, cycles ago. Clu had been growing more irritated with Flynn’s lengthy absences, and demanded explanation. So Flynn had explained: one cycle on the Grid was but a fraction of that time in the Users’ world. Time moved more swiftly on the Grid, so Flynn could spend time there without being missed in his world. But the longer Flynn spent with the Users, the longer the Grid went without his guidance.
So now Tron understands why Flynn was so torn between two worlds, and understands in turn Clu’s frustration.
He gets up from the bed where Sam told him to wait and begins to pace around the room. The room is a little small and cramped for the job, but he paces anyway. He doesn’t want to stare at the walls anymore, covered in papers he doesn’t understand. So he paces.
He feels vulnerable without his disc. He’s fair at hand-to-hand combat, which should be enough to protect Sam here, but he misses the security of his disc in his hand. And he’s been here for a handful of micros, at most.
Pacing loses its appeal after a while. Tron sits back down on the bed with a sigh. He shouldn’t be here, he thinks again. He should have—done what, exactly? Sam was in danger. He did what he thought was best. And look where that landed you.
He hears voices from outside the door. Sam’s voice at first, and then—oh no. He recognizes the other voice, though he hasn’t heard it in many cycles. He could never forget that voice.
It’s the voice of Alan_1. His User.
So I'm probably going to write more on this. It's actually a follow-on from a fic I wrote ages ago, "Safer." Which is a whole Legacy AU thing. That I don't know how to write. Because of course not. But I've got this written, and I might write some more, so you never know?? I don't know.
Anyway here's this thing!!!!!! Enjoy.
Here are the words, which are a sort of follow-on from the second fill from yesterday (so: TRON: Legacy AU, young Sam and Tron have escaped the Grid and Tron is, uh, not coping well):
Every moment that passes here, Tron is aware of time ticking away on the Grid. Clu could have gained access to Flynn’s disc. He could be waiting for the Portal to open again. Or he could be wreaking some other havoc on the Grid, without Tron there to defend it.
Flynn had explained time dilation to Clu and Tron both, cycles ago. Clu had been growing more irritated with Flynn’s lengthy absences, and demanded explanation. So Flynn had explained: one cycle on the Grid was but a fraction of that time in the Users’ world. Time moved more swiftly on the Grid, so Flynn could spend time there without being missed in his world. But the longer Flynn spent with the Users, the longer the Grid went without his guidance.
So now Tron understands why Flynn was so torn between two worlds, and understands in turn Clu’s frustration.
He gets up from the bed where Sam told him to wait and begins to pace around the room. The room is a little small and cramped for the job, but he paces anyway. He doesn’t want to stare at the walls anymore, covered in papers he doesn’t understand. So he paces.
He feels vulnerable without his disc. He’s fair at hand-to-hand combat, which should be enough to protect Sam here, but he misses the security of his disc in his hand. And he’s been here for a handful of micros, at most.
Pacing loses its appeal after a while. Tron sits back down on the bed with a sigh. He shouldn’t be here, he thinks again. He should have—done what, exactly? Sam was in danger. He did what he thought was best. And look where that landed you.
He hears voices from outside the door. Sam’s voice at first, and then—oh no. He recognizes the other voice, though he hasn’t heard it in many cycles. He could never forget that voice.
It’s the voice of Alan_1. His User.
So I'm probably going to write more on this. It's actually a follow-on from a fic I wrote ages ago, "Safer." Which is a whole Legacy AU thing. That I don't know how to write. Because of course not. But I've got this written, and I might write some more, so you never know?? I don't know.
Anyway here's this thing!!!!!! Enjoy.
