d is for dank, x is for xmas
Title: Thicker than Blood
Claim: Noir
Pairing: Mireille/Kirika
Rating: PG
Prompt: D is for Dank
Words: 250
She shoots, again and again. It's a strange kind of therapy, emptying her clip into a crude target drawn on a wall in the sewers, but it's all she has. Her hand is numb, she has been gripping the weapon too tightly for too long. Her arm shakes with the effort of it.
She doesn't flinch at the sudden clang of metal, loud and echoing. Of course Kirika has followed her - she's almost used to it by now.
"Mireille!"
Kirika says her name just the same way, whether she is happy, or in distress or danger. And it isn't a stretch to imagine this is how she'd sound in the middle of sex, or in that final moment before Mireille pulls the trigger and ends her life.
But how is she supposed to do it now? It would be such a waste, and there has been so much of that already. She lowers the gun to her side, turns and faces her, this girl she has chosen over her own flesh and blood.
"I was afraid I wouldn't find you," Kirika says, falling to her knees once she's so close she almost takes Mireille down with her.
She has held a gun to this girl's head, but it was Claude's eyes she was looking into when she finally pulled the trigger.
The gun is loud when it hits the ground at her feet, and the feeling starts to return to her hand as she runs her fingers through Kirika's hair.
Title: Come Rain or Shine
Claim: Noir
Pairing: Mireille/Kirika
Rating: PG
Prompt: X is for Xmas
Words: 200
Their guns work in the rain, of course, all-weather weapons. Rather like their owners, Mireille thinks wryly as she glances towards the window, and just as well. It's another gorgeous day in paradise.
They don't use them much anymore, the guns. Regular care and maintenance is just good sense, though, and once a week without fail she takes them apart, cleans, oils and reassembles them, and then puts them away.
"We could leave," she says without looking up from her task.
Sitting in the open doorway, her back to the beach, what can be seen of it through the rain, Kirika's attention is already on her - as it always is when Mireille performs this particular ritual.
But she doesn't reply straight away, and Mireille senses her surprise.
"We could go someplace a little drier," she explains. "Come back when the wet season is over."
"You don't like it?"
The stifling heat, the constant humidity, insects and rain, and wanting to shower five times a day because no antiperspirant in existence is up to this sort of task?
Mireille sighs. "I love it," she says.
It's not what she means, of course, but across the room Kirika nods and understands anyway.
Claim: Noir
Pairing: Mireille/Kirika
Rating: PG
Prompt: D is for Dank
Words: 250
She shoots, again and again. It's a strange kind of therapy, emptying her clip into a crude target drawn on a wall in the sewers, but it's all she has. Her hand is numb, she has been gripping the weapon too tightly for too long. Her arm shakes with the effort of it.
She doesn't flinch at the sudden clang of metal, loud and echoing. Of course Kirika has followed her - she's almost used to it by now.
"Mireille!"
Kirika says her name just the same way, whether she is happy, or in distress or danger. And it isn't a stretch to imagine this is how she'd sound in the middle of sex, or in that final moment before Mireille pulls the trigger and ends her life.
But how is she supposed to do it now? It would be such a waste, and there has been so much of that already. She lowers the gun to her side, turns and faces her, this girl she has chosen over her own flesh and blood.
"I was afraid I wouldn't find you," Kirika says, falling to her knees once she's so close she almost takes Mireille down with her.
She has held a gun to this girl's head, but it was Claude's eyes she was looking into when she finally pulled the trigger.
The gun is loud when it hits the ground at her feet, and the feeling starts to return to her hand as she runs her fingers through Kirika's hair.
Title: Come Rain or Shine
Claim: Noir
Pairing: Mireille/Kirika
Rating: PG
Prompt: X is for Xmas
Words: 200
Their guns work in the rain, of course, all-weather weapons. Rather like their owners, Mireille thinks wryly as she glances towards the window, and just as well. It's another gorgeous day in paradise.
They don't use them much anymore, the guns. Regular care and maintenance is just good sense, though, and once a week without fail she takes them apart, cleans, oils and reassembles them, and then puts them away.
"We could leave," she says without looking up from her task.
Sitting in the open doorway, her back to the beach, what can be seen of it through the rain, Kirika's attention is already on her - as it always is when Mireille performs this particular ritual.
But she doesn't reply straight away, and Mireille senses her surprise.
"We could go someplace a little drier," she explains. "Come back when the wet season is over."
"You don't like it?"
The stifling heat, the constant humidity, insects and rain, and wanting to shower five times a day because no antiperspirant in existence is up to this sort of task?
Mireille sighs. "I love it," she says.
It's not what she means, of course, but across the room Kirika nods and understands anyway.