Two drabbles (FFVII and Claymore)
Title: Prometheus
Fandom: FFVII
Characters/Pairings: Jessie
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: The most important things in life are usually stolen
Dawn beneath the plate is artificial, overhead lights blinking and stuttering from dim to bright.
Night, too, is false, but softer: darkness lit by muted, smoky green and amber. Shinra doesn't pay for that light. Most is stolen, some purchased honestly. The rest is true fire. Jessie remembers gathering newspapers as a kid, cardboard, anything that would burn - Shinra doesn't pay for heat, either. Only thing to do back then was hold tight, wait for morning. Sun through clouds, though, never did see that.
Doesn't bother her much. She's got gelignite, wire, steady hands. Only fire she needs, she makes.
Title: Passing Time (200 word double drabble)
Fandom: Claymore (Manga)
Characters/Pairings: The Twin Trainees
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: Before and after the rebellion
A/N: The Twins are actually among my favorite characters, but they are so unbelievably hard to write.
The first sensation you remember, as more than blurred impression, is sun on your face.
This is sun, you remember thinking, in words. You don't know where those words came from, only that when you hold your hand to the light, turn it over, watching shadows move across your skin, they are there: this is sun. That means something.
You cross the room to stand beside yourself, and the weight of your hand in your hand is an anchor, proximity the only comfort you know. You look out the window, restive, waiting, watching light and long shadows on bare ground.
*
You did not know then that things could change, but they have.
After the battle, there had been grief and celebration - each as grim and wild in its way as the other, no separation between them. Now, last night's campfires have burned down to cinders in the half-light of morning, and the sky is changing from dark to blue. You are not tired. You are untethered, and nothing is how you are used to it being, and the air beyond the mountains is alight with tattered shreds of red and gold, pink and violet.
This is sun. It means something.
Fandom: FFVII
Characters/Pairings: Jessie
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: The most important things in life are usually stolen
Dawn beneath the plate is artificial, overhead lights blinking and stuttering from dim to bright.
Night, too, is false, but softer: darkness lit by muted, smoky green and amber. Shinra doesn't pay for that light. Most is stolen, some purchased honestly. The rest is true fire. Jessie remembers gathering newspapers as a kid, cardboard, anything that would burn - Shinra doesn't pay for heat, either. Only thing to do back then was hold tight, wait for morning. Sun through clouds, though, never did see that.
Doesn't bother her much. She's got gelignite, wire, steady hands. Only fire she needs, she makes.
Title: Passing Time (200 word double drabble)
Fandom: Claymore (Manga)
Characters/Pairings: The Twin Trainees
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: Before and after the rebellion
A/N: The Twins are actually among my favorite characters, but they are so unbelievably hard to write.
The first sensation you remember, as more than blurred impression, is sun on your face.
This is sun, you remember thinking, in words. You don't know where those words came from, only that when you hold your hand to the light, turn it over, watching shadows move across your skin, they are there: this is sun. That means something.
You cross the room to stand beside yourself, and the weight of your hand in your hand is an anchor, proximity the only comfort you know. You look out the window, restive, waiting, watching light and long shadows on bare ground.
*
You did not know then that things could change, but they have.
After the battle, there had been grief and celebration - each as grim and wild in its way as the other, no separation between them. Now, last night's campfires have burned down to cinders in the half-light of morning, and the sky is changing from dark to blue. You are not tired. You are untethered, and nothing is how you are used to it being, and the air beyond the mountains is alight with tattered shreds of red and gold, pink and violet.
This is sun. It means something.