“On the hills, the fires burned at midnight…”
Er. In apology for recent events, I suppose.
I present to you a vignette and a drabble. They're kind of bittersweet. Both are mangaverse; light, light spoilers for Trimax volume ten, perhaps. Click here to go to the collective drabble and vignette post that I made to see all of the previous ones.
With that being said, enjoy. I might end up writing more over the course of the week.
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#30. Coerced
I’ve spent so long sitting down here. I don’t know what’s going on outside anymore. It’s been a while. I’ve been taken care of like a child, looked after and treated as if I’m a kid again. I don’t know if that pleases me or not. It feels kind of embarrassing in a way. I’m an adult and a localized disaster; I shouldn’t have to be nursed this way. But then again, it kind of feels nice. Just a little. I can rest this way. I can think back on everything that’s happened and I can plan ahead. Whenever I try to use my time wisely and try to prepare some sort of strategy, I can’t help but think of the deaths. The death of Wolfwood and the deaths of countless innocents that I’ve destroyed unknowingly and unwillingly… It hurts. I know I’ve failed her when I think about them all.
Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder if things could have been different. Just maybe. Perhaps if we hadn’t found out about Tessla. Perhaps everything would have been better, like the paradise that everyone’s been wanting, if we hadn’t discovered her like we had. We would have landed safely on this planet and there wouldn’t have been so many casualties. So many lives would have been saved, human and Plant. The humans wouldn’t have been forced to leech off of my brethren if that had happened. In that certain sense, Knives was right; humans are parasites, but they’re coerced into acting like them. Every life is important, human and Plant. My kindred are being depleted by ‘use,’ just as I am, but it’s all forced. All if it is forced. And Knives knows it.
But for now, I suppose I’ll rest. I’ve done enough thinking for the time being. My ‘nurses,’ one of them at least, will be here soon. She’ll want to know how I’m doing. A part of me is hoping that it’s the shorter, dark-haired one. She can be really kind. I’ve saved her a couple times on occasion. And if I could, with my last breath, I would give up my life to save the both of them from all of this mess, as well as the rest my friends. There’s so much that has to be done, and sadly, all of them, especially the two, are mixed up in it. So many people have become victims already, and I’d hate for them to become ones, too.
“Vash?”
I smile, partly because I know it’s her, and partly because I know she’s alone. Somehow, she’s always shyer when she’s alone. Maybe I’ll ask her if she has anything to eat while she’s here. I’m a little hungry.
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#31. Worry
“C’mon, insurance girl. Smile. Everything’ll be all right.”
Despite his encouragements, Meryl couldn’t smile. His hair was almost entirely black. Things had begun to spiral downward and take turns for the worst. Wolfwood had passed away-much to Milly’s despair-and she couldn’t help but wonder who was next. Herself? Milly? Brad? Livio? Vash?
Arms encircled her, pulling her close. The smell of gunpowder was strong, yet somehow strangely welcoming. The crimson coat that she was nestled against was soft, even though she could feel the metal and tubing that it had.
“Don’t worry,” he muttered softly. “I won’t lose.”
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Wrote another. Figured it was better to edit than to spam f-lists.
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#33. Those Eyes
So many things lurk in those eyes… things that could frighten, that could soothe, and that could love. They hold such raw emotion. I’ve feared you because of your eyes, I’ve been comforted because of your eyes, and yes, I love you because of your eyes. Not because of them, but because they helped me come to terms with myself. How, I don’t know. You have some sort of coincidental ‘power’ that helps others gain something that they lost when they come into contact with you.
“What, insurance girl?”
What did I lose? I don’t think you need to ask.
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I present to you a vignette and a drabble. They're kind of bittersweet. Both are mangaverse; light, light spoilers for Trimax volume ten, perhaps. Click here to go to the collective drabble and vignette post that I made to see all of the previous ones.
With that being said, enjoy. I might end up writing more over the course of the week.
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#30. Coerced
I’ve spent so long sitting down here. I don’t know what’s going on outside anymore. It’s been a while. I’ve been taken care of like a child, looked after and treated as if I’m a kid again. I don’t know if that pleases me or not. It feels kind of embarrassing in a way. I’m an adult and a localized disaster; I shouldn’t have to be nursed this way. But then again, it kind of feels nice. Just a little. I can rest this way. I can think back on everything that’s happened and I can plan ahead. Whenever I try to use my time wisely and try to prepare some sort of strategy, I can’t help but think of the deaths. The death of Wolfwood and the deaths of countless innocents that I’ve destroyed unknowingly and unwillingly… It hurts. I know I’ve failed her when I think about them all.
Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder if things could have been different. Just maybe. Perhaps if we hadn’t found out about Tessla. Perhaps everything would have been better, like the paradise that everyone’s been wanting, if we hadn’t discovered her like we had. We would have landed safely on this planet and there wouldn’t have been so many casualties. So many lives would have been saved, human and Plant. The humans wouldn’t have been forced to leech off of my brethren if that had happened. In that certain sense, Knives was right; humans are parasites, but they’re coerced into acting like them. Every life is important, human and Plant. My kindred are being depleted by ‘use,’ just as I am, but it’s all forced. All if it is forced. And Knives knows it.
But for now, I suppose I’ll rest. I’ve done enough thinking for the time being. My ‘nurses,’ one of them at least, will be here soon. She’ll want to know how I’m doing. A part of me is hoping that it’s the shorter, dark-haired one. She can be really kind. I’ve saved her a couple times on occasion. And if I could, with my last breath, I would give up my life to save the both of them from all of this mess, as well as the rest my friends. There’s so much that has to be done, and sadly, all of them, especially the two, are mixed up in it. So many people have become victims already, and I’d hate for them to become ones, too.
“Vash?”
I smile, partly because I know it’s her, and partly because I know she’s alone. Somehow, she’s always shyer when she’s alone. Maybe I’ll ask her if she has anything to eat while she’s here. I’m a little hungry.
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#31. Worry
“C’mon, insurance girl. Smile. Everything’ll be all right.”
Despite his encouragements, Meryl couldn’t smile. His hair was almost entirely black. Things had begun to spiral downward and take turns for the worst. Wolfwood had passed away-much to Milly’s despair-and she couldn’t help but wonder who was next. Herself? Milly? Brad? Livio? Vash?
Arms encircled her, pulling her close. The smell of gunpowder was strong, yet somehow strangely welcoming. The crimson coat that she was nestled against was soft, even though she could feel the metal and tubing that it had.
“Don’t worry,” he muttered softly. “I won’t lose.”
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[edit]
Wrote another. Figured it was better to edit than to spam f-lists.
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#33. Those Eyes
So many things lurk in those eyes… things that could frighten, that could soothe, and that could love. They hold such raw emotion. I’ve feared you because of your eyes, I’ve been comforted because of your eyes, and yes, I love you because of your eyes. Not because of them, but because they helped me come to terms with myself. How, I don’t know. You have some sort of coincidental ‘power’ that helps others gain something that they lost when they come into contact with you.
“What, insurance girl?”
What did I lose? I don’t think you need to ask.
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