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My first post. (It'll probably be my last post for a while since I am extremely busy)
Title: Borrowed Strength
Author/Authoress: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Disclaimer: No witty comment today. I don’t own it.
Theme/Challenge: Set #2: Theme 1: Borrowed
Fandom: Gundam SEED
Claim: Miriallia
Rating: PG
She wandered the halls of the Archangel aimlessly. Before, the war had been the only thing that had kept her going, but now that it was over, what did she have? She didn’t have Tolle, She didn’t have her family, at least, not with her, her friends were all busy helping the wounded or celebrating or doing repairs, and she needed someone. She felt so selfish, wanting them to leave their posts to comfort her. Why wasn’t she strong enough to hold herself together? Why did she have to feel so weak, so helpless, so lost? She turned a corner and narrowly avoided colliding with a body. She muttered something to whoever it was and kept on wandering, not bothering to look up. A hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
“You okay?” He asked. Didn’t she just have the greatest luck in the universe? Had she been crying? Because she really didn’t need any more sarcastic remarks made about her.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” She muttered, and shrugged his hand off her shoulder. She tried to continue walking, only to have his hand once again placed on her shoulder, this time harder, more demanding.
“I mean it Miriallia. What’s wrong?” Could she really trust him? Would he really care? Or did he just want her to be another notch in his bedpost? Was she really willing to take that leap again, knowing perfectly well that she wouldn’t survive if he didn’t catch her? She looked up into his eyes. What should she say? Without thinking, she just said the first thing that came to mind.
“I don’t know what to do.” She told him, trying her best to keep the desperation out of her voice. Before she could move, she felt two strong, warm arms wrapped around her, pulling her into an equally warm chest.
“Just do whatever feels right.” He whispered into her ear. She closed her eyes, and felt the tears come forth. She wasn’t strong enough on her own, but, wasn’t it okay for her to borrow someone else’s until she was?
Title: Stormy Eyes
Theme: #02 Blue
User: Nobody_Famous/Lycaena
Word count: 456
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED or Destiny.
Summary: Dearka wants to see the true colour of Miriallia’s eyes.
She swung her legs back and forth from atop the safety rail as she stared into the ocean. It probably wasn’t too smart for her to be sitting on it instead of behind it, but she didn’t really care. It was so nice out, and she wasn’t about to pass up a chance to go outside. Of course, she hadn’t gone to the main dock. No, she had wanted to be alone. But there were many viewing docks on the Archangel. She had chosen the smallest, since people would have been the least likely to go on it. But, Miriallia wasn’t all that lucky. It just so happens that a certain blonde haired, purple-eyed coordinator had stumbled upon her resting place, and was trying to figure out how he would make his entrance. Eventually, he settled upon the timeless style of… He snuck up behind her and grabbed her sides quickly while yelling rather loudly “SAVED YOUR LAFE!” Miriallia screamed, and would have fallen backwards if it were not for his hands there. Before she could get a word in to chastise him, he butted in. “What the hell do you eat, woman? That can’t be healthy.” He told her, squeezing her sides again.
“I eat enough.” She told him, still angry.
“Well that depends on your definition of ‘enough’. Next time we disembark, I’m taking you to the nearest fast food joint and shoving as much food as I can down your throat.” He smirked at her. She rolled her eyes and started walking away. He saw something change in her. “Why are you always like that?”
“Like what?” she asked, turning around to face him.
“So sad. I can see it in your eyes. They’re darker than they should be.” She raised an eyebrow. “I’ve often considered how they would look if they weren’t dark. I think they would be the look like they had one scoop of the ocean and two of the sky. But they always seem like the sky you took the scoops from was storming.”
“So you’re a poet now? A man of many talents.” She told him sarcastically.
“What I mean is, your eyes, they’re not blue, they’re stormy.”
“You just lost all the brownie points that piece of poetry that you spouted got you.” She stated before she turned to leave. Dearka bit his lip.
“What I mean-Would you let me try to pull the sun through, even if it’s just for a moment? So I could see the blue.” She stared at him. He was serious. That was crazy. Why would he care so much about her eyes? She couldn’t think of anything to say. “Speechless?” He smirked.
“You really know how to ruin a moment.”
Title: Jar of Emotions
Theme: #03 Helpless
User: Nobody_Famous/Lycaena
Word count: 573
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED or Destiny.
Summary: An unexpected encounter. *Fluff alert*
She curled up on the bed. It was a nightly habit. She would go into His old room, and she would sleep in His old bed. It wasn’t happening as frequently as it had been before, since That Guy now occupied His room. She hated calling them by names. It seemed to make everything so much more… Real. She had managed to make it in to That Guy’s room since he had to do some maintenance. She was hoping that when he got back, he would be too tired to look into the bed across from his. But if he did… She let her thoughts trail off.
Every time she would lie there, she could still smell Him. But every time, it smelled less like Him and more like herself. She felt a tear leak out from one of her eyes, and before she knew it, she was crying.
Dearka finished off, and jumped down from the cockpit of the Buster. At that moment, nothing seemed more welcoming than the idea of a bed. He had been working hard all day, and was exhausted. He made his way to his room, and punched in the code that would open the door. It slid open, and he flicked the lights on. A protesting groan from the bed across from his own sparked his interest. He stood in front of it and froze. There she was, in a bed, in his room. “You got the wrong bed missy. Mine’s over there.” He told her while throwing a thumb behind him. When he got no reaction, he got curious. Kneeling down beside the bed, he examined her. She looked like she was asleep, her long lashes resting on her cheeks, a piece of her copper hair had fallen across her face. He gently pushed it up, only to see thin trails of salt-water. Had she been crying? Her eyelashes fluttered twice before allowing her eyes to fully open. “Tolle?” She asked, her mind still fogged from sleep. What should he say to that? He couldn’t exactly lie to her.
“No, just me.” He assured her.
At the sound of that voice, she sat strait up. He had found her. That couldn’t be good. “I-I’m sorry I- I just Wan- Wanted to-I’ll leave.” She stuttered while wiping fresh tears from her eyes. A soft thumb brushed against her fingers while he tried to calm her.
“What makes you think I’d want you to leave?” He asked her, softening his smirk somewhat. At that, Miriallia felt like she would burst. She couldn’t stop it. She felt so weak, so helpless. The tears started falling harder as she threw her face into his chest. Dearka gently picked her up, and carried her across the room to his bunk. He arranged himself so his back was resting against the wall, and she was lying in his lap. He held her until she stopped crying.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered.
“For what?” He asked her.
“For being so weak. For always needing to have someone there for me. I shouldn’t--” He cut her off with a finger pressed to her lips.
“There is nothing for you to apologize for.” He told her firmly.
“But--” She was cut off once again when his lips brushed hers. After that, a whole new jar of emotions had been opened, and she was helpless to stop them. So she just let them flow.
Title: Confused
Theme: #04 Kiss
User: Nobody_Famous/Lycaena
Word count: 201
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED or Destiny.
Summary: Not as much fluff as I’d been hoping for. Miriallia’s worried about Dearka after a battle.
She hadn’t seen it coming. He had just come in from a fierce battle, and she had heard that the Buster had been damaged. After being granted permission to leave her post, she had run down to the hangar to greet him. She couldn’t stand the thought of losing someone else to war. She was only three turns away from her destination when she found him. He was acting as if nothing had happened, just leaning against the wall expectantly. “Took you long enough.” He told her in his most playful voice.
“You’re lucky I decided to come at all.” She bit back.
“Why did you?” He inquired, sounding genuinely curious. Why had she? She had been worried. But, why had she been worried about him, and not Kira? She had known him longer than she had known Dearka. So, why?
“I, I don’t know.” She told him.
“Then, maybe we should find out?” He asked her before spinning her around so her back was against the wall and he was standing in front of her, his hands gently stroking the sides of her face. He shot her one of his less perverted smirks before leaning in and capturing her lips.
Title: What Now?
Theme: #05: Afterward
User: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Word count: 278
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED/Destiny
Summary: Miriallia contemplates where her relationship will go with Dearka now that the war is over.
Then why don’t you just give up? Why had she said it? And why had she felt so guilty after? She had gotten a feeling, something that told her he had to go out there knowing she-knowing she cared about him. Otherwise, otherwise he may not have come back. But he did. He had come back to her. But where did they go from there? Even with peace talks going on, she wouldn’t be to safe in PLANT, and he wouldn’t be able to go to earth, with his father being a councilman and all. Was that it? Was that the end of it? Had they come all this way just to reach a fork in the road they couldn’t avoid? Maybe they could keep up a long-distance relationship. Really long distance. But, what would Tolle’s parents think? What would her parents think? What would his parents think? That would have to be the hardest part. Her parents had been neutral, but his parents had been supporters of the ‘All naturals must die’ campaign. There was no way the news of their relationship would go over well with any of Dearka’s family. She couldn’t ask him to abandon his family. If they didn’t approve… Maybe she was just being old-fashioned. But she knew enough about coordinators to know that they only ‘allowed’ relationships if the genes matched. And there was no way they would consider a coordinator and a natural compatible. Then again, maybe people would support relationships between naturals and coordinators. It would show that they were able to get along. Who really knew what would happen next? They would just have to wait and see.
Title: Emerge
Theme: #06: Unconsciousness
User: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Word count: 382
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED/Destiny
Summary: She didn’t remember anything that happened after she grabbed the knife until the time she heard the gunshot.
She didn’t remember anything that happened after she grabbed the knife until the time she heard the gunshot. She had been told later that she had tried to kill the hostage, and seconds later had saved his life from Fllay. She didn’t remember any of it. It was like she had been asleep, or unconscious. Somehow, after that night, he didn’t hate her. He seemed genuinely interested in her. And that sparked her interest in him. But every time they spoke she would go into a trance like daze. She would forget that she was talking to the pilot of the Buster, the one who had caused her so much trouble, the one who’s comrade had killed her boyfriend, and she would just think of him as Dearka. He wasn’t a soldier, just a prisoner. Often, when she couldn’t sleep, she would sneak down to the holding cells, and sit there. Sometimes he would be asleep, while other times he would also be awake. When he was conscious, they would either sit together in silence, only a partial wall of iron separating them, while others they would talk. Every time he told her she should leave, that she could get in trouble if she was caught, and every time she would tell him she didn’t care. Once, she fell asleep there, and had woken up a short while later to find him with his back placed against the bars, in the same place she was. They were back to back, guarding, protecting one another. Every time after she would go back to her room, she wouldn’t be able to recall much of what had gone on. It was like whenever she was with him she wouldn’t think, she would just act. Like she could be herself around him. She didn’t feel the need to guard her emotions. She felt so safe around him, it was like she didn’t need to worry about anything, and her mind would just shut off. She didn’t know when she started developing such strong feelings for him, but she knew she didn’t realize them until he had left. But he had come back. That was when she started to wonder if he felt the same way as she did. That was when she started emerging into consciousness.
Title: Phoenix Ignition
Theme: #07: Heart
User: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Word count: 1 652
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED/Destiny
Summary: (Stole this one from a series I’m doing. I’m pretty sure it’s the only one I will borrow.) Miriallia surprises Dearka on Valentines Day
Miriallia fumbled with her key, trying to get it into the lock. Her hands were shaking so the task was difficult. It was Valentines Day, a bittersweet holiday for everybody. It was a day of roses and chocolates, and sweet nothings, a day of old clichés and love, and a day of death. She had just come home from a memorial service, to pay respects to all who lost their lives, both in the Bloody Valentine tragedy, and the war that followed. Later that day she would be taking a shuttle to… wherever it was Dearka lived. She was too busy fiddling with her key to recall the name. It was to be a surprise visit, one she hadn’t told him about, but she wasn’t so sure she could go. Going to the memorial service had brought back so many memories of Tolle. She knew she would feel guilty if she went to see Dearka. But what was there to feel guilty for? He would have wanted her to move on, wanted her to be happy, and she was trying. Finally managing to force her key into the lock, she pushed her door open and kicked it shut behind her. So many things were going on in her head. She had to get some pictures taken while she was at PLANT for the magazine she worked for coming up, she had to go meet Dearka, and she was going to try to squeeze in a visit with Kira before her holiday was over. She and Dearka were still a couple, and a long-distance relationship was working great for them. Once or twice a month they would visit for a few days, and catch up. She hadn’t been thrilled to learn that he was re-joining ZAFT, but had decided it was his decision to make.
Making her way into her small kitchen, she poured some milk into a mug, and popped it into her microwave, feeling a need for some creamy hot chocolate before she left. After it had heated up, she pulled the mug out and mixed more powder than necessary. Pulling a spoon from a drawer, she mixed it until all the chunks of powder were gone, and headed towards her living room. Reclining on her couch, she imagined how things would go when she got to Dearka’s house. She would walk up to his house, much larger than her cozy apartment, he would answer the door and seem totally shocked, then tell her that her being there was the best gift she could have given him, and they would spend the day curled up together watching old cheesy romance movies, and other cliché things. Finishing off her hot chocolate, she decided she should head to the shuttle port, and after lying for a few minutes longer, pushed herself up and headed to her bedroom to grab her bags. After grabbing them, she pushed a smile on her face. She wouldn’t let the past bring her down on this special day.
Leaning her head back, Miriallia braced herself for the exit of earth’s atmosphere. She was more than used to the feeling by now, after being on the Archangel for so long, she hardly even noticed herself bracing, or the turbulence. None of it bothered her at all, although some of the more intense trips did bring back some rather un-fond memories of battles, and whenever she could see they were passing another ship through the viewing window, she instinctively wanted to tell someone. It was lessening though, every trip she took brought her farther away from those memories. Her small suitcase was in another part of the shuttle, presumably below them, and the only carry-on luggage she had with her was her camera bag and some extra film. She smiled slightly when she had told the editor of the magazine she free-lanced for that she used film. It was such an old technology she couldn’t blame them for being surprised. Sure, she owned a fairly nice, professional digital camera, but she enjoyed using film so much. She wasn’t sure why, it may have been the slight scent of the chemicals she had grown to love whenever she stepped into her dark room, or the feeling of authenticity, or maybe it was something else. She wasn’t sure why, but she always loved using film. And it wasn’t easy to come by either. She had to order it directly from a company, and it was quite expensive. But it was no real trouble. She enjoyed it. Shutting her eyes, Miriallia managed to fall asleep. The next thing she knew, somebody was shaking her awake lightly. She smiled at the person, and gathered up her few items, and exited the shuttle. She headed to the luggage claim to grab the rest of her items, and noticed a silver head standing there holding it already. She suppressed a giggle. He seemed bitter, and would often drop some cruel comments, but he was pretty nice once you got to know him. Like Fllay. Most people weren’t able to see past her seemingly cruel exterior, but once you looked past that, you could see she was really just misunderstood.
“Hey.” She said with a slight nod of acknowledgement. He looked at her and grunted before handing her, her bag. Good old Yzak. She could only imagine how much he had enjoyed knowing she would be going out there and not having to tell Dearka. He seemed to love knowing anything somebody else didn’t know.
They had managed to get to Dearka’s place without any trouble, and Yzak left just after telling her she had around half an hour until Dearka should be home, leaving Miriallia alone with her thoughts. She was pretty sure Dearka’s parents didn’t know about her. Well, they probably knew he had a girlfriend, but were probably unaware of the fact that she was a natural. Not that she could blame them. His father had been on the ZAFT high council or something like that, and most likely still upheld the former ideals: that all naturals should die. Her parents were just happy that she was happy, and she was almost certain that they wouldn’t care if she told them Dearka was a llama. They’d probably just start wedding preparations, and then build a farm suitable for a llama to live in.
Dearka groaned. He had made it through what had to have been one of the worst days of his life. He couldn’t wait to get home so he could call Miriallia. Neither of them had been able to book enough time off for a visit, so they had agreed that a long video conversation was in order. He paused at his door. Something wasn’t right. He distinctly remembered leaving all the lights off when he’d left that morning, yet he could see through the front windows that they were on.
Miriallia heard the car pull into the driveway and had a split-second decision to make. She wanted to surprise him by snapping a picture as soon as he walked in the door, but she knew that if she surprised him too much, he may pull a gun or something before he would know who it was. She decided it was worth the risk, but she would leave the flash off just to be safe. She creeped to the door, and stood as close to it as she could without risking being hit by it when it opened.
Dearka thought about it before deciding he must have forgotten about one. He slid his key in the door, making sure his gun was in reach just in case. He wasn’t really supposed to carry it with him, but it wasn’t safe even though they were living in peaceful times. He had to be careful; especially since some people weren’t very happy knowing he had escaped the death penalty. Turning his key, he slid the door open, and screamed.
Miriallia had been expecting some sort of reaction, but that? Dearka had screamed like a little girl when he saw her. And he had the nerve to call himself a soldier. What kind of soldier would scream at the sight of a camera? Sure she may have been standing right in front of him, and he had obviously been deep in thought, but still... She burst into laughter.
“Mir?” He asked, dumbfounded. “I thought you couldn’t get time off work.” He was still getting over the initial shock of having his picture taken the moment he walked into his house by somebody who was supposed to be on the other side of the galaxy.
“Oh yeah. Well you see.” She said, saying each word like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, “I lied.” She finished up quickly with a perky smile on her face.
“And how did you get in?”
“Yzak let me in.” Yzak? He had helped her? Dearka should have knowing introducing the two was a bad decision, but what else could he have done? He couldn’t keep his girlfriend a secret from his best friend. He could worry about that later. He smiled a flirtatious smile, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder before leading her into the kitchen.
“Well I have to say, this is by far the best valentines present I’ve ever received.” He told her, placing a kiss to the top of her head. She giggled.
Miriallia smiled. It hurt a lot, getting over what she and Tolle had shared, it was almost like she was destroying it, but she knew that once it was all done, all gone, she would feel much better. And if everything else was gone, there were two things that could never go away. Her love for Tolle, and her memories of him. No, her love for Tolle would never die, but her heart was big enough to share.
Title: It’s All Over
Theme: #08: Finished
User: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Word count: 272
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED/Destiny
Summery: A Dearka/Miriallia Breakup fic!
Miriallia was nervous. Really nervous. She knew that no matter what she did, she would regret her decision. Either she could do it now, and regret it later, or she could avoid it and regret it now. She had spent many sleepless nights considering it, and with the threat of war… Her reasons were really selfish in her opinion. She was scared. Scared that she would lose someone close to her again. So she had to cut it off. She hated herself for doing it, but she knew she would hate herself even more if he were killed. The only thing she needed was a good reason that he wouldn’t shoot down with his over-confidence, and a way to break up with him. It would be too expensive for a shuttle ticket, and she wasn’t sure they would even let naturals in the plants. Security was insanely tight. A video conversation would be the closest thing to a face-to-face breakup she could manage. She wouldn’t do it over the phone or through e-mail. No. She wasn’t afraid. She was confident in her decision. But for excuses. She would need a reasonable one. Or she could be honest. But that really wouldn’t go over well. But she really didn’t want to lie to him. Especially not about why she was breaking up with him. After much thought she decided to just wing it, and tell him the first thing that came to mind. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before making her way over to her video-communication port in her living room. This was going to be a long conversation.
A/N: I didn’t know if I should continue or not, but I decided to leave the rest up to your imagination!!!
Title: No Matter What
Theme: #09: Words
User: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Word count: 210
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED/Destiny
Summary: She would never be able to remove the guilt she felt from saying those things to him.
Words. How could something so non-existent be so harmful? Sure, words were there, but were sound waves really something? The things she had called him that day, they must have been so painful for him. She had pinned the death of someone on him. She hadn’t waited for an explanation. She had never tried to justify her actions, although she could have. No. Instead, she had apologized to him. She had brought him his food. Most of the other crewmembers wouldn’t have thought about what he was going through. Most of the others wouldn’t have cared. But she had. Because she felt bad. For saying things. Were words really that harmful? They could be. Words could harm as much as they could heal. Nobody used them to do just one or just the other. They were divided. Some used them to feel better about themselves; others used them to make themselves feel terrible. Words. They weren’t physical. They couldn’t be taken back, no matter how hard anybody tried. That was why no matter how hard she tried, no matter what she did, no matter how much she wanted to, she would never be able to remove the guilt she felt from saying those things to him. No matter what.
Title: Who Are You?
Theme: #10: Watshi Wa (I Am)
User: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Word count: 442
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED/Destiny
Summary: After you lose your family, what else do you have but yourself?
Who Are You?
She had been shocked when she’d heard it. What had they meant? She was Miriallia Haww. She was their daughter, yet they denied knowing her. Why? Just because she had moved on? Or was it because of who she’d moved on to? When they looked at him did they only see a coordinator? Did they view him as a freak of nature? She had thought they’d be happy as long as she was happy. Why did they care what he was? That had been two weeks ago. Since then she had been asking her self the same question they had asked her. Who was she? Did she really know? Her family and friends had always been what defined her before, but now that she had lost her family, had she lost part of herself as well? Or had that part just changed? She felt so confused, so lost. Had they won? Had they defeated her? If she didn’t find out who she was, they would have. She couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t let them win. They didn’t know what she had been through up there; they didn’t know what it was like. So they couldn’t judge her for her decisions she had made while she was up there. It was her life, and she wouldn’t let them run it for her. She was strong. She had survived for a reason, and she would learn what that reason was no matter what it would cost. She had to.
Who Are You?
What had they meant by that? He had been well aware that the idea of him dating a natural girl wouldn’t go over well with them, but, had he really changed that much? Wasn’t he still the same screw-the-rules prankster he had been before? How could he have changed so much without realizing it? Or maybe they had changed. Maybe they were the ones who were different. What was he supposed to believe? He knew he had changed, he no longer held the same attitude towards naturals, he no longer saw naturals and coordinators, he saw people. They were all human, they could all feel. He had first realized that when he’d almost been killed by one just because of some comment he threw out. Words did hurt, but it was not the kind of hurt that could be seen. That was the turning point. She had changed him, and for that, he owed her everything. He had no control over who he fell in love with, and neither did his parents. He would do whatever he wanted to. He was, after all, still the same screw-the-rules prankster.
Title: Borrowed Strength
Author/Authoress: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Disclaimer: No witty comment today. I don’t own it.
Theme/Challenge: Set #2: Theme 1: Borrowed
Fandom: Gundam SEED
Claim: Miriallia
Rating: PG
She wandered the halls of the Archangel aimlessly. Before, the war had been the only thing that had kept her going, but now that it was over, what did she have? She didn’t have Tolle, She didn’t have her family, at least, not with her, her friends were all busy helping the wounded or celebrating or doing repairs, and she needed someone. She felt so selfish, wanting them to leave their posts to comfort her. Why wasn’t she strong enough to hold herself together? Why did she have to feel so weak, so helpless, so lost? She turned a corner and narrowly avoided colliding with a body. She muttered something to whoever it was and kept on wandering, not bothering to look up. A hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
“You okay?” He asked. Didn’t she just have the greatest luck in the universe? Had she been crying? Because she really didn’t need any more sarcastic remarks made about her.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” She muttered, and shrugged his hand off her shoulder. She tried to continue walking, only to have his hand once again placed on her shoulder, this time harder, more demanding.
“I mean it Miriallia. What’s wrong?” Could she really trust him? Would he really care? Or did he just want her to be another notch in his bedpost? Was she really willing to take that leap again, knowing perfectly well that she wouldn’t survive if he didn’t catch her? She looked up into his eyes. What should she say? Without thinking, she just said the first thing that came to mind.
“I don’t know what to do.” She told him, trying her best to keep the desperation out of her voice. Before she could move, she felt two strong, warm arms wrapped around her, pulling her into an equally warm chest.
“Just do whatever feels right.” He whispered into her ear. She closed her eyes, and felt the tears come forth. She wasn’t strong enough on her own, but, wasn’t it okay for her to borrow someone else’s until she was?
Title: Stormy Eyes
Theme: #02 Blue
User: Nobody_Famous/Lycaena
Word count: 456
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED or Destiny.
Summary: Dearka wants to see the true colour of Miriallia’s eyes.
She swung her legs back and forth from atop the safety rail as she stared into the ocean. It probably wasn’t too smart for her to be sitting on it instead of behind it, but she didn’t really care. It was so nice out, and she wasn’t about to pass up a chance to go outside. Of course, she hadn’t gone to the main dock. No, she had wanted to be alone. But there were many viewing docks on the Archangel. She had chosen the smallest, since people would have been the least likely to go on it. But, Miriallia wasn’t all that lucky. It just so happens that a certain blonde haired, purple-eyed coordinator had stumbled upon her resting place, and was trying to figure out how he would make his entrance. Eventually, he settled upon the timeless style of… He snuck up behind her and grabbed her sides quickly while yelling rather loudly “SAVED YOUR LAFE!” Miriallia screamed, and would have fallen backwards if it were not for his hands there. Before she could get a word in to chastise him, he butted in. “What the hell do you eat, woman? That can’t be healthy.” He told her, squeezing her sides again.
“I eat enough.” She told him, still angry.
“Well that depends on your definition of ‘enough’. Next time we disembark, I’m taking you to the nearest fast food joint and shoving as much food as I can down your throat.” He smirked at her. She rolled her eyes and started walking away. He saw something change in her. “Why are you always like that?”
“Like what?” she asked, turning around to face him.
“So sad. I can see it in your eyes. They’re darker than they should be.” She raised an eyebrow. “I’ve often considered how they would look if they weren’t dark. I think they would be the look like they had one scoop of the ocean and two of the sky. But they always seem like the sky you took the scoops from was storming.”
“So you’re a poet now? A man of many talents.” She told him sarcastically.
“What I mean is, your eyes, they’re not blue, they’re stormy.”
“You just lost all the brownie points that piece of poetry that you spouted got you.” She stated before she turned to leave. Dearka bit his lip.
“What I mean-Would you let me try to pull the sun through, even if it’s just for a moment? So I could see the blue.” She stared at him. He was serious. That was crazy. Why would he care so much about her eyes? She couldn’t think of anything to say. “Speechless?” He smirked.
“You really know how to ruin a moment.”
Title: Jar of Emotions
Theme: #03 Helpless
User: Nobody_Famous/Lycaena
Word count: 573
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED or Destiny.
Summary: An unexpected encounter. *Fluff alert*
She curled up on the bed. It was a nightly habit. She would go into His old room, and she would sleep in His old bed. It wasn’t happening as frequently as it had been before, since That Guy now occupied His room. She hated calling them by names. It seemed to make everything so much more… Real. She had managed to make it in to That Guy’s room since he had to do some maintenance. She was hoping that when he got back, he would be too tired to look into the bed across from his. But if he did… She let her thoughts trail off.
Every time she would lie there, she could still smell Him. But every time, it smelled less like Him and more like herself. She felt a tear leak out from one of her eyes, and before she knew it, she was crying.
Dearka finished off, and jumped down from the cockpit of the Buster. At that moment, nothing seemed more welcoming than the idea of a bed. He had been working hard all day, and was exhausted. He made his way to his room, and punched in the code that would open the door. It slid open, and he flicked the lights on. A protesting groan from the bed across from his own sparked his interest. He stood in front of it and froze. There she was, in a bed, in his room. “You got the wrong bed missy. Mine’s over there.” He told her while throwing a thumb behind him. When he got no reaction, he got curious. Kneeling down beside the bed, he examined her. She looked like she was asleep, her long lashes resting on her cheeks, a piece of her copper hair had fallen across her face. He gently pushed it up, only to see thin trails of salt-water. Had she been crying? Her eyelashes fluttered twice before allowing her eyes to fully open. “Tolle?” She asked, her mind still fogged from sleep. What should he say to that? He couldn’t exactly lie to her.
“No, just me.” He assured her.
At the sound of that voice, she sat strait up. He had found her. That couldn’t be good. “I-I’m sorry I- I just Wan- Wanted to-I’ll leave.” She stuttered while wiping fresh tears from her eyes. A soft thumb brushed against her fingers while he tried to calm her.
“What makes you think I’d want you to leave?” He asked her, softening his smirk somewhat. At that, Miriallia felt like she would burst. She couldn’t stop it. She felt so weak, so helpless. The tears started falling harder as she threw her face into his chest. Dearka gently picked her up, and carried her across the room to his bunk. He arranged himself so his back was resting against the wall, and she was lying in his lap. He held her until she stopped crying.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered.
“For what?” He asked her.
“For being so weak. For always needing to have someone there for me. I shouldn’t--” He cut her off with a finger pressed to her lips.
“There is nothing for you to apologize for.” He told her firmly.
“But--” She was cut off once again when his lips brushed hers. After that, a whole new jar of emotions had been opened, and she was helpless to stop them. So she just let them flow.
Title: Confused
Theme: #04 Kiss
User: Nobody_Famous/Lycaena
Word count: 201
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED or Destiny.
Summary: Not as much fluff as I’d been hoping for. Miriallia’s worried about Dearka after a battle.
She hadn’t seen it coming. He had just come in from a fierce battle, and she had heard that the Buster had been damaged. After being granted permission to leave her post, she had run down to the hangar to greet him. She couldn’t stand the thought of losing someone else to war. She was only three turns away from her destination when she found him. He was acting as if nothing had happened, just leaning against the wall expectantly. “Took you long enough.” He told her in his most playful voice.
“You’re lucky I decided to come at all.” She bit back.
“Why did you?” He inquired, sounding genuinely curious. Why had she? She had been worried. But, why had she been worried about him, and not Kira? She had known him longer than she had known Dearka. So, why?
“I, I don’t know.” She told him.
“Then, maybe we should find out?” He asked her before spinning her around so her back was against the wall and he was standing in front of her, his hands gently stroking the sides of her face. He shot her one of his less perverted smirks before leaning in and capturing her lips.
Title: What Now?
Theme: #05: Afterward
User: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Word count: 278
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED/Destiny
Summary: Miriallia contemplates where her relationship will go with Dearka now that the war is over.
Then why don’t you just give up? Why had she said it? And why had she felt so guilty after? She had gotten a feeling, something that told her he had to go out there knowing she-knowing she cared about him. Otherwise, otherwise he may not have come back. But he did. He had come back to her. But where did they go from there? Even with peace talks going on, she wouldn’t be to safe in PLANT, and he wouldn’t be able to go to earth, with his father being a councilman and all. Was that it? Was that the end of it? Had they come all this way just to reach a fork in the road they couldn’t avoid? Maybe they could keep up a long-distance relationship. Really long distance. But, what would Tolle’s parents think? What would her parents think? What would his parents think? That would have to be the hardest part. Her parents had been neutral, but his parents had been supporters of the ‘All naturals must die’ campaign. There was no way the news of their relationship would go over well with any of Dearka’s family. She couldn’t ask him to abandon his family. If they didn’t approve… Maybe she was just being old-fashioned. But she knew enough about coordinators to know that they only ‘allowed’ relationships if the genes matched. And there was no way they would consider a coordinator and a natural compatible. Then again, maybe people would support relationships between naturals and coordinators. It would show that they were able to get along. Who really knew what would happen next? They would just have to wait and see.
Title: Emerge
Theme: #06: Unconsciousness
User: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Word count: 382
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED/Destiny
Summary: She didn’t remember anything that happened after she grabbed the knife until the time she heard the gunshot.
She didn’t remember anything that happened after she grabbed the knife until the time she heard the gunshot. She had been told later that she had tried to kill the hostage, and seconds later had saved his life from Fllay. She didn’t remember any of it. It was like she had been asleep, or unconscious. Somehow, after that night, he didn’t hate her. He seemed genuinely interested in her. And that sparked her interest in him. But every time they spoke she would go into a trance like daze. She would forget that she was talking to the pilot of the Buster, the one who had caused her so much trouble, the one who’s comrade had killed her boyfriend, and she would just think of him as Dearka. He wasn’t a soldier, just a prisoner. Often, when she couldn’t sleep, she would sneak down to the holding cells, and sit there. Sometimes he would be asleep, while other times he would also be awake. When he was conscious, they would either sit together in silence, only a partial wall of iron separating them, while others they would talk. Every time he told her she should leave, that she could get in trouble if she was caught, and every time she would tell him she didn’t care. Once, she fell asleep there, and had woken up a short while later to find him with his back placed against the bars, in the same place she was. They were back to back, guarding, protecting one another. Every time after she would go back to her room, she wouldn’t be able to recall much of what had gone on. It was like whenever she was with him she wouldn’t think, she would just act. Like she could be herself around him. She didn’t feel the need to guard her emotions. She felt so safe around him, it was like she didn’t need to worry about anything, and her mind would just shut off. She didn’t know when she started developing such strong feelings for him, but she knew she didn’t realize them until he had left. But he had come back. That was when she started to wonder if he felt the same way as she did. That was when she started emerging into consciousness.
Title: Phoenix Ignition
Theme: #07: Heart
User: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Word count: 1 652
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED/Destiny
Summary: (Stole this one from a series I’m doing. I’m pretty sure it’s the only one I will borrow.) Miriallia surprises Dearka on Valentines Day
Miriallia fumbled with her key, trying to get it into the lock. Her hands were shaking so the task was difficult. It was Valentines Day, a bittersweet holiday for everybody. It was a day of roses and chocolates, and sweet nothings, a day of old clichés and love, and a day of death. She had just come home from a memorial service, to pay respects to all who lost their lives, both in the Bloody Valentine tragedy, and the war that followed. Later that day she would be taking a shuttle to… wherever it was Dearka lived. She was too busy fiddling with her key to recall the name. It was to be a surprise visit, one she hadn’t told him about, but she wasn’t so sure she could go. Going to the memorial service had brought back so many memories of Tolle. She knew she would feel guilty if she went to see Dearka. But what was there to feel guilty for? He would have wanted her to move on, wanted her to be happy, and she was trying. Finally managing to force her key into the lock, she pushed her door open and kicked it shut behind her. So many things were going on in her head. She had to get some pictures taken while she was at PLANT for the magazine she worked for coming up, she had to go meet Dearka, and she was going to try to squeeze in a visit with Kira before her holiday was over. She and Dearka were still a couple, and a long-distance relationship was working great for them. Once or twice a month they would visit for a few days, and catch up. She hadn’t been thrilled to learn that he was re-joining ZAFT, but had decided it was his decision to make.
Making her way into her small kitchen, she poured some milk into a mug, and popped it into her microwave, feeling a need for some creamy hot chocolate before she left. After it had heated up, she pulled the mug out and mixed more powder than necessary. Pulling a spoon from a drawer, she mixed it until all the chunks of powder were gone, and headed towards her living room. Reclining on her couch, she imagined how things would go when she got to Dearka’s house. She would walk up to his house, much larger than her cozy apartment, he would answer the door and seem totally shocked, then tell her that her being there was the best gift she could have given him, and they would spend the day curled up together watching old cheesy romance movies, and other cliché things. Finishing off her hot chocolate, she decided she should head to the shuttle port, and after lying for a few minutes longer, pushed herself up and headed to her bedroom to grab her bags. After grabbing them, she pushed a smile on her face. She wouldn’t let the past bring her down on this special day.
Leaning her head back, Miriallia braced herself for the exit of earth’s atmosphere. She was more than used to the feeling by now, after being on the Archangel for so long, she hardly even noticed herself bracing, or the turbulence. None of it bothered her at all, although some of the more intense trips did bring back some rather un-fond memories of battles, and whenever she could see they were passing another ship through the viewing window, she instinctively wanted to tell someone. It was lessening though, every trip she took brought her farther away from those memories. Her small suitcase was in another part of the shuttle, presumably below them, and the only carry-on luggage she had with her was her camera bag and some extra film. She smiled slightly when she had told the editor of the magazine she free-lanced for that she used film. It was such an old technology she couldn’t blame them for being surprised. Sure, she owned a fairly nice, professional digital camera, but she enjoyed using film so much. She wasn’t sure why, it may have been the slight scent of the chemicals she had grown to love whenever she stepped into her dark room, or the feeling of authenticity, or maybe it was something else. She wasn’t sure why, but she always loved using film. And it wasn’t easy to come by either. She had to order it directly from a company, and it was quite expensive. But it was no real trouble. She enjoyed it. Shutting her eyes, Miriallia managed to fall asleep. The next thing she knew, somebody was shaking her awake lightly. She smiled at the person, and gathered up her few items, and exited the shuttle. She headed to the luggage claim to grab the rest of her items, and noticed a silver head standing there holding it already. She suppressed a giggle. He seemed bitter, and would often drop some cruel comments, but he was pretty nice once you got to know him. Like Fllay. Most people weren’t able to see past her seemingly cruel exterior, but once you looked past that, you could see she was really just misunderstood.
“Hey.” She said with a slight nod of acknowledgement. He looked at her and grunted before handing her, her bag. Good old Yzak. She could only imagine how much he had enjoyed knowing she would be going out there and not having to tell Dearka. He seemed to love knowing anything somebody else didn’t know.
They had managed to get to Dearka’s place without any trouble, and Yzak left just after telling her she had around half an hour until Dearka should be home, leaving Miriallia alone with her thoughts. She was pretty sure Dearka’s parents didn’t know about her. Well, they probably knew he had a girlfriend, but were probably unaware of the fact that she was a natural. Not that she could blame them. His father had been on the ZAFT high council or something like that, and most likely still upheld the former ideals: that all naturals should die. Her parents were just happy that she was happy, and she was almost certain that they wouldn’t care if she told them Dearka was a llama. They’d probably just start wedding preparations, and then build a farm suitable for a llama to live in.
Dearka groaned. He had made it through what had to have been one of the worst days of his life. He couldn’t wait to get home so he could call Miriallia. Neither of them had been able to book enough time off for a visit, so they had agreed that a long video conversation was in order. He paused at his door. Something wasn’t right. He distinctly remembered leaving all the lights off when he’d left that morning, yet he could see through the front windows that they were on.
Miriallia heard the car pull into the driveway and had a split-second decision to make. She wanted to surprise him by snapping a picture as soon as he walked in the door, but she knew that if she surprised him too much, he may pull a gun or something before he would know who it was. She decided it was worth the risk, but she would leave the flash off just to be safe. She creeped to the door, and stood as close to it as she could without risking being hit by it when it opened.
Dearka thought about it before deciding he must have forgotten about one. He slid his key in the door, making sure his gun was in reach just in case. He wasn’t really supposed to carry it with him, but it wasn’t safe even though they were living in peaceful times. He had to be careful; especially since some people weren’t very happy knowing he had escaped the death penalty. Turning his key, he slid the door open, and screamed.
Miriallia had been expecting some sort of reaction, but that? Dearka had screamed like a little girl when he saw her. And he had the nerve to call himself a soldier. What kind of soldier would scream at the sight of a camera? Sure she may have been standing right in front of him, and he had obviously been deep in thought, but still... She burst into laughter.
“Mir?” He asked, dumbfounded. “I thought you couldn’t get time off work.” He was still getting over the initial shock of having his picture taken the moment he walked into his house by somebody who was supposed to be on the other side of the galaxy.
“Oh yeah. Well you see.” She said, saying each word like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, “I lied.” She finished up quickly with a perky smile on her face.
“And how did you get in?”
“Yzak let me in.” Yzak? He had helped her? Dearka should have knowing introducing the two was a bad decision, but what else could he have done? He couldn’t keep his girlfriend a secret from his best friend. He could worry about that later. He smiled a flirtatious smile, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder before leading her into the kitchen.
“Well I have to say, this is by far the best valentines present I’ve ever received.” He told her, placing a kiss to the top of her head. She giggled.
Miriallia smiled. It hurt a lot, getting over what she and Tolle had shared, it was almost like she was destroying it, but she knew that once it was all done, all gone, she would feel much better. And if everything else was gone, there were two things that could never go away. Her love for Tolle, and her memories of him. No, her love for Tolle would never die, but her heart was big enough to share.
Title: It’s All Over
Theme: #08: Finished
User: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Word count: 272
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED/Destiny
Summery: A Dearka/Miriallia Breakup fic!
Miriallia was nervous. Really nervous. She knew that no matter what she did, she would regret her decision. Either she could do it now, and regret it later, or she could avoid it and regret it now. She had spent many sleepless nights considering it, and with the threat of war… Her reasons were really selfish in her opinion. She was scared. Scared that she would lose someone close to her again. So she had to cut it off. She hated herself for doing it, but she knew she would hate herself even more if he were killed. The only thing she needed was a good reason that he wouldn’t shoot down with his over-confidence, and a way to break up with him. It would be too expensive for a shuttle ticket, and she wasn’t sure they would even let naturals in the plants. Security was insanely tight. A video conversation would be the closest thing to a face-to-face breakup she could manage. She wouldn’t do it over the phone or through e-mail. No. She wasn’t afraid. She was confident in her decision. But for excuses. She would need a reasonable one. Or she could be honest. But that really wouldn’t go over well. But she really didn’t want to lie to him. Especially not about why she was breaking up with him. After much thought she decided to just wing it, and tell him the first thing that came to mind. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before making her way over to her video-communication port in her living room. This was going to be a long conversation.
A/N: I didn’t know if I should continue or not, but I decided to leave the rest up to your imagination!!!
Title: No Matter What
Theme: #09: Words
User: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Word count: 210
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED/Destiny
Summary: She would never be able to remove the guilt she felt from saying those things to him.
Words. How could something so non-existent be so harmful? Sure, words were there, but were sound waves really something? The things she had called him that day, they must have been so painful for him. She had pinned the death of someone on him. She hadn’t waited for an explanation. She had never tried to justify her actions, although she could have. No. Instead, she had apologized to him. She had brought him his food. Most of the other crewmembers wouldn’t have thought about what he was going through. Most of the others wouldn’t have cared. But she had. Because she felt bad. For saying things. Were words really that harmful? They could be. Words could harm as much as they could heal. Nobody used them to do just one or just the other. They were divided. Some used them to feel better about themselves; others used them to make themselves feel terrible. Words. They weren’t physical. They couldn’t be taken back, no matter how hard anybody tried. That was why no matter how hard she tried, no matter what she did, no matter how much she wanted to, she would never be able to remove the guilt she felt from saying those things to him. No matter what.
Title: Who Are You?
Theme: #10: Watshi Wa (I Am)
User: Nobody_famous/Lycaena
Word count: 442
Theme Set: #2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED/Destiny
Summary: After you lose your family, what else do you have but yourself?
Who Are You?
She had been shocked when she’d heard it. What had they meant? She was Miriallia Haww. She was their daughter, yet they denied knowing her. Why? Just because she had moved on? Or was it because of who she’d moved on to? When they looked at him did they only see a coordinator? Did they view him as a freak of nature? She had thought they’d be happy as long as she was happy. Why did they care what he was? That had been two weeks ago. Since then she had been asking her self the same question they had asked her. Who was she? Did she really know? Her family and friends had always been what defined her before, but now that she had lost her family, had she lost part of herself as well? Or had that part just changed? She felt so confused, so lost. Had they won? Had they defeated her? If she didn’t find out who she was, they would have. She couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t let them win. They didn’t know what she had been through up there; they didn’t know what it was like. So they couldn’t judge her for her decisions she had made while she was up there. It was her life, and she wouldn’t let them run it for her. She was strong. She had survived for a reason, and she would learn what that reason was no matter what it would cost. She had to.
Who Are You?
What had they meant by that? He had been well aware that the idea of him dating a natural girl wouldn’t go over well with them, but, had he really changed that much? Wasn’t he still the same screw-the-rules prankster he had been before? How could he have changed so much without realizing it? Or maybe they had changed. Maybe they were the ones who were different. What was he supposed to believe? He knew he had changed, he no longer held the same attitude towards naturals, he no longer saw naturals and coordinators, he saw people. They were all human, they could all feel. He had first realized that when he’d almost been killed by one just because of some comment he threw out. Words did hurt, but it was not the kind of hurt that could be seen. That was the turning point. She had changed him, and for that, he owed her everything. He had no control over who he fell in love with, and neither did his parents. He would do whatever he wanted to. He was, after all, still the same screw-the-rules prankster.