DISCLAIMER: Cable's not mine. The fly is. No profit for me. Archiving should be asked for. No pop-up or MST. I don't read Cable, so let's say this is whenever. He's in some ritzy hotel between-panels, or summat. Dedicated to everyone's favorite Cable-adoring medieval historian in training, Alicia McKenzie.
Fly On The Wall: Cable
by Em-Spider
Long trip from Boston to here! My wings are tired. Nice room. Carpeted all the way up the wall! Carpet's great. I don't usually use carpet, though, because I might get stepped on. It's a treat when it's on the wall. There's a big man sleeping in a bed over in the corner. He's as impressive as that glass girl. One of his arms is metal. It reflects everything. But yet, the metal is so perfectly molded. I can see every detail of any human arm, only in silvery metal. He looks strong. I'd like to land on that arm to see if the metal's warm, but I don't fancy being swatted by someone that big. He's muscular. He looks old and tired. He has worry lines on his face...he seems to be carrying a great weight, even in sleep.
I like to look at people. They're interesting, even if they're not as pretty as maggots (except for the glass girl). I think this human needs a friend. He must know a lot. The lines on his face are from worry about people, and things, and places, that he's seen. Things that might happen. Things he doesn't want to happen. Things he wants to prevent. I hope he achieves his purpose. Those things must be awful, if a man like that can hardly stand thinking about them.
For now, though, I think I'll sleep on this nice carpet.
fin
Incoherent gobbledy-gook, as always. I think Cable must be tired and lonely, myself. Poor guy.
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