Totally late, so I hope this is still ok to post...
Title: Betrayer
Theme: Set 1, #15, Lies
Claim: Vivi
Words: 385
Rating: G
Warnings: Uh... Vivi x Mr. 9 if you squint and tilt your head?
Disclaimers: This is a work of fanfiction. The characters and places were not invented by me, nor do they belong to me.
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Long shadows, cast by the waning moon, stretched a mottled pattern across the room. Vivi opened her eyes, shut them tight, and wished she could sleep. She longed for the complete darkness, the unconscious stupor sleep would provide for a few hours. There was just too much running through her mind.
Her country was in danger, she needed to get closer to the source. But the assignments she was given, ceaselessly it seemed, kept her away from her investigation. It wouldn't be a problem to simply renege on one of them, and continue her search on her own, but her partner was so loyal to the cause... he'd never turn his back on his duty.
Vivi sighed and turned over, studying Mr. 9 as he slept in the concealing moonlight.
He was the real problem, right now. For a member of a secret organization, he was so... open. He truly believed that he was making the world better, by ridding it of pirates. He trusted "Miss Wednesday" with his life day after day. Worse, he trusted her completely. Though they weren't supposed to talk about their pasts or their true identities, he was more than forthcoming about his feelings, what he thought of their assignments, the good he saw them doing, his dreams of being part of something bigger than himself. Some days, it was all Vivi could do to keep the conspiratorial smile on her face and nod. Sometimes, in those dreamy hours between light and dark, when the world wasn't quite asleep but certainly close to it, he would forget himself and ask questions she could not answer. Vivi scolded him in those instances, reminding him of his duty, turning the focus away from her.
But it was lonely. Would it hurt to have a friend on her side? She certainly felt like she could trust him... maybe. The thought of him turning on her pained her almost as much as the lies she told.
So she ran her fingers through a few of the golden curls that shimmered in the pale light, pulled her blanket up over her head, and waited for dawn to come, betrayer and betrayed, until work began anew and she could simply be "Miss Wednesday".
Theme: Set 1, #15, Lies
Claim: Vivi
Words: 385
Rating: G
Warnings: Uh... Vivi x Mr. 9 if you squint and tilt your head?
Disclaimers: This is a work of fanfiction. The characters and places were not invented by me, nor do they belong to me.
~~~***~~~
Long shadows, cast by the waning moon, stretched a mottled pattern across the room. Vivi opened her eyes, shut them tight, and wished she could sleep. She longed for the complete darkness, the unconscious stupor sleep would provide for a few hours. There was just too much running through her mind.
Her country was in danger, she needed to get closer to the source. But the assignments she was given, ceaselessly it seemed, kept her away from her investigation. It wouldn't be a problem to simply renege on one of them, and continue her search on her own, but her partner was so loyal to the cause... he'd never turn his back on his duty.
Vivi sighed and turned over, studying Mr. 9 as he slept in the concealing moonlight.
He was the real problem, right now. For a member of a secret organization, he was so... open. He truly believed that he was making the world better, by ridding it of pirates. He trusted "Miss Wednesday" with his life day after day. Worse, he trusted her completely. Though they weren't supposed to talk about their pasts or their true identities, he was more than forthcoming about his feelings, what he thought of their assignments, the good he saw them doing, his dreams of being part of something bigger than himself. Some days, it was all Vivi could do to keep the conspiratorial smile on her face and nod. Sometimes, in those dreamy hours between light and dark, when the world wasn't quite asleep but certainly close to it, he would forget himself and ask questions she could not answer. Vivi scolded him in those instances, reminding him of his duty, turning the focus away from her.
But it was lonely. Would it hurt to have a friend on her side? She certainly felt like she could trust him... maybe. The thought of him turning on her pained her almost as much as the lies she told.
So she ran her fingers through a few of the golden curls that shimmered in the pale light, pulled her blanket up over her head, and waited for dawn to come, betrayer and betrayed, until work began anew and she could simply be "Miss Wednesday".