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wintersday) wrote2021-05-27 07:12 pm
wintersday) wrote2021-05-27 07:12 pm
Fic: Life Undefined
Title: Life Undefined
Fandom: Homestuck
Major Characters/Pairings: Jane
Wordcount: 250
Rating: PG
POV: Second person
Summary: Jane relearns a skill she'd lost. (Bad baking choices but good life choices)
You don’t have your recipe book, and you certainly don’t have your Bowlbuster Stirring Solution 50000. Your beloved tiaratop was a liability that made you a liability, and you took a certain grim pleasure in smashing it against a wall, so you don’t have that either. You have memories and instincts, and no little voice in your head telling you how much to measure and how long to stir for Crockercorp(TM) perfection every time.
Still, muffins are easy. You and Dad used to make them every morning, and he’d let you try things – a smidgen more butter, another egg, more chocolate chips than muffins should reasonably contain – just to see what happened and whether you liked the result. You learned to let your hands do the thinking, and then you lost that, long before you lost him. There’s no point thinking about it, so you don’t.
You stir the dry ingredients too hard, scattering flour across the counter. It’s fine. You’re not angry, just forceful by nature. On a whim, you add a mashed banana to the mix, and a few handfuls of those Alternian berries that Roxy likes. They’re tart, a little acidic, and you’ve never tried baking with them before, but maybe even the experiment will make her happy. If you could bake her something perfect –
But you can’t. Memories and instincts are chancy, and there’s no knowing how any of this will turn out. Delicious, maybe. Maybe inedible. Either way, you think Dad would be proud.
Fandom: Homestuck
Major Characters/Pairings: Jane
Wordcount: 250
Rating: PG
POV: Second person
Summary: Jane relearns a skill she'd lost. (Bad baking choices but good life choices)
You don’t have your recipe book, and you certainly don’t have your Bowlbuster Stirring Solution 50000. Your beloved tiaratop was a liability that made you a liability, and you took a certain grim pleasure in smashing it against a wall, so you don’t have that either. You have memories and instincts, and no little voice in your head telling you how much to measure and how long to stir for Crockercorp(TM) perfection every time.
Still, muffins are easy. You and Dad used to make them every morning, and he’d let you try things – a smidgen more butter, another egg, more chocolate chips than muffins should reasonably contain – just to see what happened and whether you liked the result. You learned to let your hands do the thinking, and then you lost that, long before you lost him. There’s no point thinking about it, so you don’t.
You stir the dry ingredients too hard, scattering flour across the counter. It’s fine. You’re not angry, just forceful by nature. On a whim, you add a mashed banana to the mix, and a few handfuls of those Alternian berries that Roxy likes. They’re tart, a little acidic, and you’ve never tried baking with them before, but maybe even the experiment will make her happy. If you could bake her something perfect –
But you can’t. Memories and instincts are chancy, and there’s no knowing how any of this will turn out. Delicious, maybe. Maybe inedible. Either way, you think Dad would be proud.