Maybe he should be recruiting her, because he doesn't think he's met anyone he can't say no to
Done for the TF time challenge: December 22, 2010
Mystery
Category: [TF] General; Drabble
Theme: Characters 1 (solae) and 15 (boss)
Rating: G
Pairings: bossXaera; bossXsolae if you like
Disclaimer:Belongs to the authoress who's unconscious vanity is shown by her title, TF (minus some)
Word count: 316
Notes: Done for the TF time challenge 2 minute thinking, 5 minute writing. I'd ask for leniency, but then again, there should be no excuses. Should. Sorry. >:)
Summary:He really doesn't like it, when they pretend. When they think they know him. Although somehow, he thinks, she's not pretending.
He's mystified.
She's nothing extraordinary, nothing particularly special. But there she is, smiling, her long golden locks bouncing with her movements as she places the cup and saucer on the table in front of him. As if she knew him. As if they were friends.
"Want some berries?"
He shrugs and allows her to place the basket in front of him, trying to ignore the presence altogether.
He wonders when that darn girl would wake up already, as if he has to be here when she does. But the blonde insists, and somehow he finds himself unable to deny her, to go against her.
Maybe he should be recruiting her, because he doesn't think he's met anyone he can't say no to.
Well, except for the girl laying on the bed beside him.
He ponders, why he needs to be here, why he allows himself to be here.
The blonde is sipping her cup, humming to herself all the while. She is casual, unfazed. Unafraid.
He's mystified even more.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Hmm?"
"You're with a rogue, alone with an infamous killer. Sipping tea, offering beverages that he hates. Unabashedly."
She thinks a moment. "Not really."
He grunts, and looks at the his side, at the sleeping form covered in bandages. He grunts some more.
There is more silence, until the blonde stands up, to refill her drink he presumes. The person on the bed begins to squirm, her face distorting into unflattering winces. Suddenly, he finds himself reaching out to her, while the blonde's back is on them. The squirming mellows, but he can't stop himself from holding tight, can't pull his hands away from her fingers. The blonde doesn't turn around, not until the squirming stops. Not until he let's go of her hand.
Now, he doesn't wonder too much why these two are friends. He thinks, the blonde's probably wiser than he thought.
More Than Friends
Category: [TF] Humor/Crack; Drabble
Theme: Characters 3 (Psi) and 4 (Jyno)
Rating: G
Pairings: PsiXJyno
Disclaimer:Belongs to the authoress who's unconscious vanity is shown by her title, TF (minus some)
Word count: 187
Notes: Done for the TF time challenge 2 minute thinking, 5 minute writing. I'd ask for leniency, but then again, there should be no excuses. Should. Sorry. >:)
Summary:Drunken stupor does things to blurr visions, and intangible lines of boundaries.
"You're crazy,"
"I am not."
"You punched me,"
"I didn't"
"You did! What's this heavy feeling on my stomach then?"
"I don't know, not my stomach."
"Yes you did, i saw it, your hand over it, just a few moments ago!"
"You were drunk, you're dreaming things."
"Am not!"
"Yes you were, you told me you kissed somebody. That's not possible."
"I did! I know exactly who I kissed! This hot girl with red eyes, sitting right beside me!"
"Nope, no one else is beside you."
"Nu-uh! I remember the feeling! The taste! I distinctly remember cherry. Or was that lemon. Or liquor. But i tasted something!"
"No one else is beside you, you idiot."
"Well, what do you call yourself then! You're here, sitting there, with those stupid shades when it isn't even dark!"
"..."
"Wait... did I..."
"No one else is beside you."
"Oh shit."
And he felt another punch, in the face, until he loses consciousness, until, he hopefully, loses his memory.
He's dead, he knows. Even before he wakes up, he feels death sitting right beside him, wearing goggles the shade of cherries.
Drinking Games
Category: [TF] Angst
Theme: Drinking game; Characters 2 (Aera), 5 (Astral), 7 (sora) and 11 (Hydra)
Rating: G
Pairings: Implied AstralXLunaXSora; Squint for AstralXAera and SoraXHydra
Disclaimer:Belongs to the authoress who's unconscious vanity is shown by her title, TF (minus some)
Word count: 380
Notes: Done for the TF time challenge 2 minute thinking, 10 minute writing. I'd ask for leniency, but then again, there should be no excuses. Should. Sorry. >:)
Summary:Nobody really wins on drinking games.
The air stinked of booze and vomit, to whose the latter belonged to there were no indication. The two females found themselves staring down on the slumped bodies of the siblings, with 3 bottles toppled on the floor and drinking glasses either empty or laying on it's side, spilling clear liquid on the table.
A mess was an understatement.
"I take the big one, you take the blue one," and the younger girl nodded as they moved. To each her own.
The younger boy was moaning with every touch made on his arm.
"Ugggg, noooo," he mumbled, as the soft hands gently tried to shake him from stupor.
She tried to keep the smile off her face as he worded out the words 'mommy' and 'more minutes.'
The purple haired wasn't as gentle.
"Hey!" growled the older Sieda, as he received a kick on his leg.
"Get yourself together! There's more left to do!"
"Go away," he slurred, uncharacteristically speaking more words in a minute than he used to speak in a day.
"Nope," she flatly replied, and tried to hoist him up her shoulder. "This game has gone far enough," and she raised him up to his feet, trying not to let him slump on the ground.
"I was winning," he spoke, his eyes half open, finding them staring onto purple locks that smelled of lavander. "I was gonna win."
"You wish!" shouted the younger brother, as Hydra gently tried to sit him up to clean the stains from his shirt.
There would have been arguing, if it wasn't for the stinging words that would halt all conversations for the rest of the evening.
"No one wins when somebody is gone, not even on drinking games." she mumbles, trying not to be heard, but the thought clearly reverberating in their heads as only silence followed the rest of the night.
There they were, the last two sane members of the group. And there they were, the last two people who would have wanted this world to continue.
Because their world was gone, left, vanished. And not even fine taste of liquor could erase their memory, nor could it drown them out of their misery.
They avoided looking up into the sky, the night clearly a remembrance of things past.
~
Satisfaction count: 6/10 varies from time to time
Mystery
Category: [TF] General; Drabble
Theme: Characters 1 (solae) and 15 (boss)
Rating: G
Pairings: bossXaera; bossXsolae if you like
Disclaimer:Belongs to the authoress who's unconscious vanity is shown by her title, TF (minus some)
Word count: 316
Notes: Done for the TF time challenge 2 minute thinking, 5 minute writing. I'd ask for leniency, but then again, there should be no excuses. Should. Sorry. >:)
Summary:He really doesn't like it, when they pretend. When they think they know him. Although somehow, he thinks, she's not pretending.
He's mystified.
She's nothing extraordinary, nothing particularly special. But there she is, smiling, her long golden locks bouncing with her movements as she places the cup and saucer on the table in front of him. As if she knew him. As if they were friends.
"Want some berries?"
He shrugs and allows her to place the basket in front of him, trying to ignore the presence altogether.
He wonders when that darn girl would wake up already, as if he has to be here when she does. But the blonde insists, and somehow he finds himself unable to deny her, to go against her.
Maybe he should be recruiting her, because he doesn't think he's met anyone he can't say no to.
Well, except for the girl laying on the bed beside him.
He ponders, why he needs to be here, why he allows himself to be here.
The blonde is sipping her cup, humming to herself all the while. She is casual, unfazed. Unafraid.
He's mystified even more.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Hmm?"
"You're with a rogue, alone with an infamous killer. Sipping tea, offering beverages that he hates. Unabashedly."
She thinks a moment. "Not really."
He grunts, and looks at the his side, at the sleeping form covered in bandages. He grunts some more.
There is more silence, until the blonde stands up, to refill her drink he presumes. The person on the bed begins to squirm, her face distorting into unflattering winces. Suddenly, he finds himself reaching out to her, while the blonde's back is on them. The squirming mellows, but he can't stop himself from holding tight, can't pull his hands away from her fingers. The blonde doesn't turn around, not until the squirming stops. Not until he let's go of her hand.
Now, he doesn't wonder too much why these two are friends. He thinks, the blonde's probably wiser than he thought.
More Than Friends
Category: [TF] Humor/Crack; Drabble
Theme: Characters 3 (Psi) and 4 (Jyno)
Rating: G
Pairings: PsiXJyno
Disclaimer:Belongs to the authoress who's unconscious vanity is shown by her title, TF (minus some)
Word count: 187
Notes: Done for the TF time challenge 2 minute thinking, 5 minute writing. I'd ask for leniency, but then again, there should be no excuses. Should. Sorry. >:)
Summary:Drunken stupor does things to blurr visions, and intangible lines of boundaries.
"You're crazy,"
"I am not."
"You punched me,"
"I didn't"
"You did! What's this heavy feeling on my stomach then?"
"I don't know, not my stomach."
"Yes you did, i saw it, your hand over it, just a few moments ago!"
"You were drunk, you're dreaming things."
"Am not!"
"Yes you were, you told me you kissed somebody. That's not possible."
"I did! I know exactly who I kissed! This hot girl with red eyes, sitting right beside me!"
"Nope, no one else is beside you."
"Nu-uh! I remember the feeling! The taste! I distinctly remember cherry. Or was that lemon. Or liquor. But i tasted something!"
"No one else is beside you, you idiot."
"Well, what do you call yourself then! You're here, sitting there, with those stupid shades when it isn't even dark!"
"..."
"Wait... did I..."
"No one else is beside you."
"Oh shit."
And he felt another punch, in the face, until he loses consciousness, until, he hopefully, loses his memory.
He's dead, he knows. Even before he wakes up, he feels death sitting right beside him, wearing goggles the shade of cherries.
Drinking Games
Category: [TF] Angst
Theme: Drinking game; Characters 2 (Aera), 5 (Astral), 7 (sora) and 11 (Hydra)
Rating: G
Pairings: Implied AstralXLunaXSora; Squint for AstralXAera and SoraXHydra
Disclaimer:Belongs to the authoress who's unconscious vanity is shown by her title, TF (minus some)
Word count: 380
Notes: Done for the TF time challenge 2 minute thinking, 10 minute writing. I'd ask for leniency, but then again, there should be no excuses. Should. Sorry. >:)
Summary:Nobody really wins on drinking games.
The air stinked of booze and vomit, to whose the latter belonged to there were no indication. The two females found themselves staring down on the slumped bodies of the siblings, with 3 bottles toppled on the floor and drinking glasses either empty or laying on it's side, spilling clear liquid on the table.
A mess was an understatement.
"I take the big one, you take the blue one," and the younger girl nodded as they moved. To each her own.
The younger boy was moaning with every touch made on his arm.
"Ugggg, noooo," he mumbled, as the soft hands gently tried to shake him from stupor.
She tried to keep the smile off her face as he worded out the words 'mommy' and 'more minutes.'
The purple haired wasn't as gentle.
"Hey!" growled the older Sieda, as he received a kick on his leg.
"Get yourself together! There's more left to do!"
"Go away," he slurred, uncharacteristically speaking more words in a minute than he used to speak in a day.
"Nope," she flatly replied, and tried to hoist him up her shoulder. "This game has gone far enough," and she raised him up to his feet, trying not to let him slump on the ground.
"I was winning," he spoke, his eyes half open, finding them staring onto purple locks that smelled of lavander. "I was gonna win."
"You wish!" shouted the younger brother, as Hydra gently tried to sit him up to clean the stains from his shirt.
There would have been arguing, if it wasn't for the stinging words that would halt all conversations for the rest of the evening.
"No one wins when somebody is gone, not even on drinking games." she mumbles, trying not to be heard, but the thought clearly reverberating in their heads as only silence followed the rest of the night.
There they were, the last two sane members of the group. And there they were, the last two people who would have wanted this world to continue.
Because their world was gone, left, vanished. And not even fine taste of liquor could erase their memory, nor could it drown them out of their misery.
They avoided looking up into the sky, the night clearly a remembrance of things past.
~
Satisfaction count: 6/10 varies from time to time