FAKE Triple Drabble: Sparkling City
Title: Sparkling City
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Fresh snow, frost, and ice have turned New York into a sparkling wonderland.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Glitter / Sparkle’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
There was something magical about winter mornings like this, Ryo thought, when the sun was shining, reflecting off fresh snow or heavy frost, making the city sparkle as if it was encrusted with crushed diamonds. It was breathtaking, and despite the bitter cold, he could hardly wait to be out there, getting a closer look at the glittering filigree of spiderwebs, icicles hanging from window ledges and tree branches, frost patterns on car windows, and the tracks of wildlife in the fresh layer of snow that had fallen overnight.
The only real problem, aside from the cold, and the slipperiness of the sidewalks, iced over in places where they’d been shovelled, was how dazzling everywhere was, so bright it was almost blinding. The answer to that, of course, was to wear his sunglasses, but that would mute the beauty, which seemed a shame.
Still, it would be best to be able to see where he was going, so he fetched them from the drawer in his bedroom, tucked away there since last summer, and slipped them on before leaving the building, so he wouldn’t need to squint all the way to the subway. Even so, more often than not he found himself peering over the tops of his shades, marvelling at the intricate patterns created by the snow and ice, pausing to look more closely at anything that caught his eye, and taking countless photos with his phone.
He was so enthralled by everything that he missed his train, and for the first time he could recall, he wound up being late for work.
“What kept ya?” Dee asked, amused, when he rushed into the squad room, fighting his way out of coat, hat, scarf, and gloves. “You oversleep or somethin’?”
Ryo blushed. “I lost track of time taking photos.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Fresh snow, frost, and ice have turned New York into a sparkling wonderland.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Glitter / Sparkle’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
There was something magical about winter mornings like this, Ryo thought, when the sun was shining, reflecting off fresh snow or heavy frost, making the city sparkle as if it was encrusted with crushed diamonds. It was breathtaking, and despite the bitter cold, he could hardly wait to be out there, getting a closer look at the glittering filigree of spiderwebs, icicles hanging from window ledges and tree branches, frost patterns on car windows, and the tracks of wildlife in the fresh layer of snow that had fallen overnight.
The only real problem, aside from the cold, and the slipperiness of the sidewalks, iced over in places where they’d been shovelled, was how dazzling everywhere was, so bright it was almost blinding. The answer to that, of course, was to wear his sunglasses, but that would mute the beauty, which seemed a shame.
Still, it would be best to be able to see where he was going, so he fetched them from the drawer in his bedroom, tucked away there since last summer, and slipped them on before leaving the building, so he wouldn’t need to squint all the way to the subway. Even so, more often than not he found himself peering over the tops of his shades, marvelling at the intricate patterns created by the snow and ice, pausing to look more closely at anything that caught his eye, and taking countless photos with his phone.
He was so enthralled by everything that he missed his train, and for the first time he could recall, he wound up being late for work.
“What kept ya?” Dee asked, amused, when he rushed into the squad room, fighting his way out of coat, hat, scarf, and gloves. “You oversleep or somethin’?”
Ryo blushed. “I lost track of time taking photos.”
The End