It's late at night, and the world's asleep
TITLE: Fail
AUTHOR: Ashe; promisethesun
FANDOM(S): Claymore
CHARACTER(S): Clarice, some Miata and Galatea
PROMPT: #90 Perfection
RECIPIENT: sokonau
RATING: PG
SPOILERS?: Set post Vol. 15, Ch. 81
PREVIEW/SUMMARY: They were imperfect in a sea of women who had names such as Godeye and Phantom.
WORD COUNT: 432
Clarice stares at the women surrounding her, trying to quell the feelings of insecurity and sense of not belonging. It was bad enough when she was only around members of her generation. They were all more powerful than her, sure, and they were all what a Claymore should have looked like: silver-eyed witches with blonde hair. But here, now, she was even more of a failed experiment. The previous generation were made of power. It sweltered around Clarice, pressing against her youki and sending trembles through her body.
And here poor and lowly forty-seven was, small and unsure and brown.
“Mama.”
Clarice turned her head, smiling down at the girl in her lap, petting back the blonde hair that she would never acquire. Maybe that was why her and Miata were a good pair though. “It's okay, Miata.” Because for all of the higher ranked girl's power and looks, she was as much a freak as Clarice.
A baby, really. Younger than any other the Organization had decided to turn. And it had hurt Miata's mind, hadn't it? Made her simplistic in her wants, but a true and bloodthirsty monster when they were hunting for youma.
They were imperfect in a sea of women who had names such as Godeye and Phantom.
Clarice licked her lips, looking her... her what? Were they comrades now? Her fingers dug into Miata's hair, and the girl snuggled into her side with a noise of contentment. Friends? They certainly weren't enemies, and despite the bickering, she could feel the bonds that held them all together. Her and Miata didn't belong, but they kept her anyway. What uses did she even have?
“You.” The words startle Clarice, and her head snaps up as her silver eyes widen. Above her, Galatea stood, looming, blind eyes focused on her. Silence held the weaker woman's tongue as she stared at the nun. “Usually you are meant to speak up when someone is addressing you.”
Her lips parted, but with no idea what to say, no words are uttered, just a squeak that instantly had Miata on alert.
Galatea sighed, turning on her heel. Clarice was paired up against a goddess, and she had lost.
Of course.
“W-wait!” The nun stopped, her head tilted slightly as though listening. The brunette stared at the floor, summoning up her courage. “Did... you need something?”
“I will find someone else more capable,” she replied flippantly, leaving Clarice stunned and unsure.
She would need to strive to better herself, she thought, if she wanted to remain among goddesses.
AUTHOR: Ashe; promisethesun
FANDOM(S): Claymore
CHARACTER(S): Clarice, some Miata and Galatea
PROMPT: #90 Perfection
RECIPIENT: sokonau
RATING: PG
SPOILERS?: Set post Vol. 15, Ch. 81
PREVIEW/SUMMARY: They were imperfect in a sea of women who had names such as Godeye and Phantom.
WORD COUNT: 432
Clarice stares at the women surrounding her, trying to quell the feelings of insecurity and sense of not belonging. It was bad enough when she was only around members of her generation. They were all more powerful than her, sure, and they were all what a Claymore should have looked like: silver-eyed witches with blonde hair. But here, now, she was even more of a failed experiment. The previous generation were made of power. It sweltered around Clarice, pressing against her youki and sending trembles through her body.
And here poor and lowly forty-seven was, small and unsure and brown.
“Mama.”
Clarice turned her head, smiling down at the girl in her lap, petting back the blonde hair that she would never acquire. Maybe that was why her and Miata were a good pair though. “It's okay, Miata.” Because for all of the higher ranked girl's power and looks, she was as much a freak as Clarice.
A baby, really. Younger than any other the Organization had decided to turn. And it had hurt Miata's mind, hadn't it? Made her simplistic in her wants, but a true and bloodthirsty monster when they were hunting for youma.
They were imperfect in a sea of women who had names such as Godeye and Phantom.
Clarice licked her lips, looking her... her what? Were they comrades now? Her fingers dug into Miata's hair, and the girl snuggled into her side with a noise of contentment. Friends? They certainly weren't enemies, and despite the bickering, she could feel the bonds that held them all together. Her and Miata didn't belong, but they kept her anyway. What uses did she even have?
“You.” The words startle Clarice, and her head snaps up as her silver eyes widen. Above her, Galatea stood, looming, blind eyes focused on her. Silence held the weaker woman's tongue as she stared at the nun. “Usually you are meant to speak up when someone is addressing you.”
Her lips parted, but with no idea what to say, no words are uttered, just a squeak that instantly had Miata on alert.
Galatea sighed, turning on her heel. Clarice was paired up against a goddess, and she had lost.
Of course.
“W-wait!” The nun stopped, her head tilted slightly as though listening. The brunette stared at the floor, summoning up her courage. “Did... you need something?”
“I will find someone else more capable,” she replied flippantly, leaving Clarice stunned and unsure.
She would need to strive to better herself, she thought, if she wanted to remain among goddesses.