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⊕ fanfic ➨ prompts one to twenty five ★ gundam wing/gintama ★ une → takasugi
prompts 26-50
jade's list
ring
Smoke curls around her as the adhesive on her band-aid comes loose; exposing a cut that hasn't quite healed yet to the open air.
freedom
She wonders if it's wrong to seek the comfort of captivity now that she's free of His Excellency's influence.
supernova
Stars are at their brightest upon their demise but does she have the strength to burn rather than collapse in on herself and drag down those she'll leave behind? She likes him but that doesn't mean she wants to be like him.
ghost
What will she do when she the face that haunts her fades and makes way for a monster of a different sort?
forgotten
His eyes were blue but she finds herself drowning in green nowadays.
talent
A talent for talk is useless in quiet company and the swordsman seems to know just how to disarm her without making a single move.
lies
Her soul was a casualty of the war and she wills herself to believe it but he's not half as gullible.
wonder
What would it feel like to be valued by one who values nothing?
midnight
The hands of the clock both point upward as her own hands descend where she knows they shouldn't; and though she cries out, she speaks no name fearing her tongue will betray her.
duty
She tells herself she's married to her work but justifies thoughts of adultery by rationalizing that this is one husband who won't seek vengeance if she jilts him.
temptation
Overripe fruit isn't a joy to look at but there's sweetness to be found before rot sets in and he's the very personification of that fine line between palatable and poisonous.
solitary
More often than not, only the rustling of paper keeps her company and she ponders what her superiors would do if she fashioned their legal decrees into paper flying machines capable of soaring rather than bringing others down. Takasugi would likely have seen no point to it and suggested she just burn the accursed things. Embers fly beautifully, too.
rain
She could never have held an umbrella for His Excellency but Takasugi isn't that much taller than her.
jester
His vices mark him as a fool to some degree but he seems to be able to grasp what elsudes her. So what is she?
eye
"Keep an eye on me. Let me be the only thing you see even if it's just for a second. Care if I live or die." Her gaze pleaded with him and he turned away.
fever
She wants to sweat him out of her system but fears that the universe will be even colder if she does; and so she lets his smoke envelope her even as she suppresses a cough.
welcome
Takasugi never looks particularly glad to see her and she's pleased. Genuine apathy is preferrable to false happiness. Her smiles are almost always real.
farewells
She won't cry or offer flowers if he dies. No, he's different. He would probably tell her that one can't drink tears. She'll drink on his behalf to spite him and blame the water flowing down her face on the burning in her throat.
dark
When he stands behind her and his shadow engulfs hers, she wonders if this is the closest she'll ever come to touching the darkness inside him.
ugly
"He's short. Bandages on his face covering one eye. He's not hard to miss considering how loudly he dresses. Bright purple robes with a butterfly pattern. Japanese, I think." "Doesn't sound like your type, my Lady." She suppresses a laugh, "No, definitely not."
drink
She doesn't drink. Even when His Excellency had offered her a wine glass, she was adamant about not imbibing. Takasugi makes no such offer as he downs another glass of sake; she finds herself wishing he would just to see if she's still capable of declining.
grave
He's implied on multiple occassions that she'll die alone and unfulfilled. "That goes for both of us, don't you think?"
hollow
She's an empty vessel, seeking something to fill the void. He's full of himself. Reprehensible as he may be, he grants her the concession of his time. When he takes a spill, she'll be there.
winter
This Christmas, there's no snow to watch and she toasts nothing in particular as she downs a shot of whisky. Tears well up in her eyes as the liquor burns on the way down. Takasugi sits across from her and makes no comment as he sips his own drink though there's a glint in his eye betraying some amusement at her plight.
smirk
Smug bastard. She stumbled on the way back to her room from her drinking spree, breaking a stiletto. No offer of help whatsoever from him. She gets up on unsteady feet and wipes the smirk of his face with an unexpected lunge as her lips brush against his.
jade's list
ring
Smoke curls around her as the adhesive on her band-aid comes loose; exposing a cut that hasn't quite healed yet to the open air.
freedom
She wonders if it's wrong to seek the comfort of captivity now that she's free of His Excellency's influence.
supernova
Stars are at their brightest upon their demise but does she have the strength to burn rather than collapse in on herself and drag down those she'll leave behind? She likes him but that doesn't mean she wants to be like him.
ghost
What will she do when she the face that haunts her fades and makes way for a monster of a different sort?
forgotten
His eyes were blue but she finds herself drowning in green nowadays.
talent
A talent for talk is useless in quiet company and the swordsman seems to know just how to disarm her without making a single move.
lies
Her soul was a casualty of the war and she wills herself to believe it but he's not half as gullible.
wonder
What would it feel like to be valued by one who values nothing?
midnight
The hands of the clock both point upward as her own hands descend where she knows they shouldn't; and though she cries out, she speaks no name fearing her tongue will betray her.
duty
She tells herself she's married to her work but justifies thoughts of adultery by rationalizing that this is one husband who won't seek vengeance if she jilts him.
temptation
Overripe fruit isn't a joy to look at but there's sweetness to be found before rot sets in and he's the very personification of that fine line between palatable and poisonous.
solitary
More often than not, only the rustling of paper keeps her company and she ponders what her superiors would do if she fashioned their legal decrees into paper flying machines capable of soaring rather than bringing others down. Takasugi would likely have seen no point to it and suggested she just burn the accursed things. Embers fly beautifully, too.
rain
She could never have held an umbrella for His Excellency but Takasugi isn't that much taller than her.
jester
His vices mark him as a fool to some degree but he seems to be able to grasp what elsudes her. So what is she?
eye
"Keep an eye on me. Let me be the only thing you see even if it's just for a second. Care if I live or die." Her gaze pleaded with him and he turned away.
fever
She wants to sweat him out of her system but fears that the universe will be even colder if she does; and so she lets his smoke envelope her even as she suppresses a cough.
welcome
Takasugi never looks particularly glad to see her and she's pleased. Genuine apathy is preferrable to false happiness. Her smiles are almost always real.
farewells
She won't cry or offer flowers if he dies. No, he's different. He would probably tell her that one can't drink tears. She'll drink on his behalf to spite him and blame the water flowing down her face on the burning in her throat.
dark
When he stands behind her and his shadow engulfs hers, she wonders if this is the closest she'll ever come to touching the darkness inside him.
ugly
"He's short. Bandages on his face covering one eye. He's not hard to miss considering how loudly he dresses. Bright purple robes with a butterfly pattern. Japanese, I think." "Doesn't sound like your type, my Lady." She suppresses a laugh, "No, definitely not."
drink
She doesn't drink. Even when His Excellency had offered her a wine glass, she was adamant about not imbibing. Takasugi makes no such offer as he downs another glass of sake; she finds herself wishing he would just to see if she's still capable of declining.
grave
He's implied on multiple occassions that she'll die alone and unfulfilled. "That goes for both of us, don't you think?"
hollow
She's an empty vessel, seeking something to fill the void. He's full of himself. Reprehensible as he may be, he grants her the concession of his time. When he takes a spill, she'll be there.
winter
This Christmas, there's no snow to watch and she toasts nothing in particular as she downs a shot of whisky. Tears well up in her eyes as the liquor burns on the way down. Takasugi sits across from her and makes no comment as he sips his own drink though there's a glint in his eye betraying some amusement at her plight.
smirk
Smug bastard. She stumbled on the way back to her room from her drinking spree, breaking a stiletto. No offer of help whatsoever from him. She gets up on unsteady feet and wipes the smirk of his face with an unexpected lunge as her lips brush against his.