comment-fic
Here's my next set of comment_fic:
Title: Dead Girl
Fandom: The Following + Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Word count: 261
Disclaimer: I don't own The Following or Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Warnings: Character death, sort of ;)
Pairing: Emma/Joe
Prompt: Buffy The Vampire Slayer/The Following, any, 'and then things went bad'
When Emma realises that she really doesn't miss her mother anymore, she laughs in delight and grins up at the moon. "Finally," she whispers, and then, because that doesn't seem like quite enough, she screams it to the stars, "Finally!"
She has hated that bitch for so long, and now, finally, she doesn't have to love her at the same time.
She goes to Joe later that night, dead girl with stolen blood on her lips and in her veins. She reaches out to him from just beyond the threshold and says, "Joe, Joe, invite me in."
For so long she has been controlled by this man, this man she loves more than her life, and by Roderick in his absence. Roderick, of course, has never meant anything to her, but Joe...
She loves...
the look on his face, wide-eyed, mouth open, all of his composure gone. She wonders if he buried her, if he bowed his head over her grave and spoke words of mourning or respect, but there will be time to ask him later. There will be time for so many things, later.
"Emma," whispers Joe, disbelief so obviously overwhelming his customary eloquence. "You're dead."
"Yes, I am," she smiles.
He awakened her once, encouraged and guided her to become something new and confident and powerful. For that, her feelings for him have been a dichotomy; he has been her parent and her lover and everything she wanted most of all.
Isn't it fair to return the favour, now that she is so beautiful and powerful in death?
Title: Deathless
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Word count: 412
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man belongs to Katsura Hoshino
Characters: The Millennium Earl, Road Kamelot
Prompt: any, any + or / any, keeping your soul in a box like Koschei the Deathless.
Slender arms latch around his neck from behind, sudden but not really unexpected, familiar as the light weight of the small body at his back. Road's voice is light and curious as she queries, "What's in the box, Millennie?"
The box, which is small and ornate, disappears in an instant; sleight of hand or something more. The Millennium Earl chuckles. "That is a secret, dear child."
"A secret?" He can hear the pout in her tone. "Even from me?"
He chuckles again but does not answer, and Road knows better than to press the issue.
~
Once upon a time there was a man well-versed in sorcery, and ever-hungry to learn more. His name was Adam.
As his studies grew deeper and darker over time, so too did his ambitions. He learned more and more about the wonders that can be wrought with the power of Dark Matter, until...
One dark night he went to a place where he knew he would not be disturbed. There, with the moon his only witness, he slowly, excruciatingly, forced his soul out of his body.
It glowed in his palm; small, eerie and flickering. He held it close, just for a moment, and that moment might have been hesitation, or it might not have been.
And then he locked his soul inside a small, ornate box, and he wove strange enchantments over the box, to protect and divert.
That was the first time the man named Adam did such unnatural things to a soul, although it was far from the last.
~
Of late, Road has been watching the Earl intensely and frequently, and far more quietly than is her custom.
"You have something on your mind, my dear," says the Earl, and if he sounds perfectly cheerful, well, doesn't he always?
Road's eyes narrow and she props her chin on her hand. "I didn't recognise it at first, although I knew something was familiar," she says, softly. "That box of yours has a soul inside, doesn't it? But not an akuma, something different."
If the Millennium Earl is grinning wide (so, so wide), well, isn't he always?
Road laughs quietly, briefly; there is nothing of mirth in it. "I get it," she whispers, and maybe she sounds sad. "I'll keep it secret, brother."
The Earl inclines his head, solemn and grinning.
Road nods decisively and turns away. She will never speak of the box again, nor give any indication that she ever saw any such thing.
Title: Treaty Line
Fandom: Dracula
Word count: 100
Pairing: Lucy/Mina
Prompt: Any vampire fandom, this icon.
The man has grey hair, weathered skin, and is wearing a crucifix at his neck and a small bottle of holy water at his waist. "No vampires past here," he says, gruffly, staring suspiciously at the two women.
"Oh, certainly not!" says Lucy, smiling sweetly with red lips. "We wouldn't dream of it."
"We're only looking for a friend of ours," adds Mina.
The man looks, if anything, more suspicious. Lucy's smile widens when she feels Mina's fingers brush against hers.
"I don't think she's here," Mina whispers, breath cold at Lucy's ear.
They turn and leave without another word.
Title: Monsters and Heroes
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 289
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Characters: Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor
Prompt: Harry Potter, Hogwarts’ founder of author’s choice, Heroes get remembered. Legends never die.
Salazar knows exactly what he's doing when he chooses which words to throw at Godric. It is no mistake that hundreds now know enough of his plan to whisper and worry and immortalise, but not to stop it.
He holds back his smile, because far from stopping it, these hundreds can and will be essential in ensuring it happens. Even if anyone figures it out - and Rowena has the best chance of that, clever as she is, but for the grief that nowadays clouds her mind - hundreds will not be silenced.
Godric has always wanted to be remembered, ever since they were little children. "Salazar," he had said once. "Do you think people will remember us, after we have died?"
Salazar had laughed. "Does it matter?"
"Yes! I don't want us to be forgotten!"
Godric should not be so angry, now; should not be glaring at him with such hate(grief)
Godric should see that his varied heroics will be remembered only for a little while, in the grand scheme of things. He should see that Salazar has made this confrontation into a legend that will never die.
Although, that is not why he did it.
In a Chamber of Secrets beneath Hogwarts, a basilisk is sleeping. Her name is Etheldred, which means noble strength, and she calls him Master but regards him as Father. She dreams of the stories he has told her, as she awaits a new Master(brother)
It takes a monster to make a legend (that will never die)
One day the muggle mobs will take the castle, guided through the doors by abandoned offspring desperate to be taken back. One day his heir will listen to or read a legend, and wonder, and act.
Title: Dead Girl
Fandom: The Following + Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Word count: 261
Disclaimer: I don't own The Following or Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Warnings: Character death, sort of ;)
Pairing: Emma/Joe
Prompt: Buffy The Vampire Slayer/The Following, any, 'and then things went bad'
When Emma realises that she really doesn't miss her mother anymore, she laughs in delight and grins up at the moon. "Finally," she whispers, and then, because that doesn't seem like quite enough, she screams it to the stars, "Finally!"
She has hated that bitch for so long, and now, finally, she doesn't have to love her at the same time.
She goes to Joe later that night, dead girl with stolen blood on her lips and in her veins. She reaches out to him from just beyond the threshold and says, "Joe, Joe, invite me in."
For so long she has been controlled by this man, this man she loves more than her life, and by Roderick in his absence. Roderick, of course, has never meant anything to her, but Joe...
She loves...
the look on his face, wide-eyed, mouth open, all of his composure gone. She wonders if he buried her, if he bowed his head over her grave and spoke words of mourning or respect, but there will be time to ask him later. There will be time for so many things, later.
"Emma," whispers Joe, disbelief so obviously overwhelming his customary eloquence. "You're dead."
"Yes, I am," she smiles.
He awakened her once, encouraged and guided her to become something new and confident and powerful. For that, her feelings for him have been a dichotomy; he has been her parent and her lover and everything she wanted most of all.
Isn't it fair to return the favour, now that she is so beautiful and powerful in death?
Title: Deathless
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Word count: 412
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man belongs to Katsura Hoshino
Characters: The Millennium Earl, Road Kamelot
Prompt: any, any + or / any, keeping your soul in a box like Koschei the Deathless.
Slender arms latch around his neck from behind, sudden but not really unexpected, familiar as the light weight of the small body at his back. Road's voice is light and curious as she queries, "What's in the box, Millennie?"
The box, which is small and ornate, disappears in an instant; sleight of hand or something more. The Millennium Earl chuckles. "That is a secret, dear child."
"A secret?" He can hear the pout in her tone. "Even from me?"
He chuckles again but does not answer, and Road knows better than to press the issue.
~
Once upon a time there was a man well-versed in sorcery, and ever-hungry to learn more. His name was Adam.
As his studies grew deeper and darker over time, so too did his ambitions. He learned more and more about the wonders that can be wrought with the power of Dark Matter, until...
One dark night he went to a place where he knew he would not be disturbed. There, with the moon his only witness, he slowly, excruciatingly, forced his soul out of his body.
It glowed in his palm; small, eerie and flickering. He held it close, just for a moment, and that moment might have been hesitation, or it might not have been.
And then he locked his soul inside a small, ornate box, and he wove strange enchantments over the box, to protect and divert.
That was the first time the man named Adam did such unnatural things to a soul, although it was far from the last.
~
Of late, Road has been watching the Earl intensely and frequently, and far more quietly than is her custom.
"You have something on your mind, my dear," says the Earl, and if he sounds perfectly cheerful, well, doesn't he always?
Road's eyes narrow and she props her chin on her hand. "I didn't recognise it at first, although I knew something was familiar," she says, softly. "That box of yours has a soul inside, doesn't it? But not an akuma, something different."
If the Millennium Earl is grinning wide (so, so wide), well, isn't he always?
Road laughs quietly, briefly; there is nothing of mirth in it. "I get it," she whispers, and maybe she sounds sad. "I'll keep it secret, brother."
The Earl inclines his head, solemn and grinning.
Road nods decisively and turns away. She will never speak of the box again, nor give any indication that she ever saw any such thing.
Title: Treaty Line
Fandom: Dracula
Word count: 100
Pairing: Lucy/Mina
Prompt: Any vampire fandom, this icon.
The man has grey hair, weathered skin, and is wearing a crucifix at his neck and a small bottle of holy water at his waist. "No vampires past here," he says, gruffly, staring suspiciously at the two women.
"Oh, certainly not!" says Lucy, smiling sweetly with red lips. "We wouldn't dream of it."
"We're only looking for a friend of ours," adds Mina.
The man looks, if anything, more suspicious. Lucy's smile widens when she feels Mina's fingers brush against hers.
"I don't think she's here," Mina whispers, breath cold at Lucy's ear.
They turn and leave without another word.
Title: Monsters and Heroes
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 289
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Characters: Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor
Prompt: Harry Potter, Hogwarts’ founder of author’s choice, Heroes get remembered. Legends never die.
Salazar knows exactly what he's doing when he chooses which words to throw at Godric. It is no mistake that hundreds now know enough of his plan to whisper and worry and immortalise, but not to stop it.
He holds back his smile, because far from stopping it, these hundreds can and will be essential in ensuring it happens. Even if anyone figures it out - and Rowena has the best chance of that, clever as she is, but for the grief that nowadays clouds her mind - hundreds will not be silenced.
Godric has always wanted to be remembered, ever since they were little children. "Salazar," he had said once. "Do you think people will remember us, after we have died?"
Salazar had laughed. "Does it matter?"
"Yes! I don't want us to be forgotten!"
Godric should not be so angry, now; should not be glaring at him with such hate(grief)
Godric should see that his varied heroics will be remembered only for a little while, in the grand scheme of things. He should see that Salazar has made this confrontation into a legend that will never die.
Although, that is not why he did it.
In a Chamber of Secrets beneath Hogwarts, a basilisk is sleeping. Her name is Etheldred, which means noble strength, and she calls him Master but regards him as Father. She dreams of the stories he has told her, as she awaits a new Master(brother)
It takes a monster to make a legend (that will never die)
One day the muggle mobs will take the castle, guided through the doors by abandoned offspring desperate to be taken back. One day his heir will listen to or read a legend, and wonder, and act.