[ooc] drabble meme

[bitchcrafts]

Going with an oldie and a classic.

Give me a prompt and I'll write you a drabble.

The catch is--it has to be for one of my characters or my characters and yours or someone else's you ship them with, whatever. It can be ANYTHING, AU, TYL, first meetings, angst, nice things, etc, as long as it's related to island interactions somehow.

I play bitchcrafts, camefirst, myarmslipped,

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[bitchcrafts]

Turning to face him, the witch says quickly, time growing short. "We will certainly not meet after this, but on the off chance that we do, it means things have likely gone very wrong. In the event that they do, and I explain why, I'm handing the divine right to break my riddle over to you if there comes a time when Battler can no longer fight because of reasons other than myself." Solemnly, she adds, "That way, you will be able to kill me."

"I'm never going to kill y--!!" Beatrice covers his mouth. The steel resolve in her words is the only reason she isn't breaking down, the only reason she's not mourning the loss of the only world that has granted her happiness in the past thousand years of her life.

"I, Beatrice, the Golden Witch, as current game master, authorize this, but only if the circumstances apply."

Bringing her hand down from his mouth, he understands the severity of her words with the use of the gold text, something that only the game master can use, something that is only absolute truth, something she was definitely saving as a last resort. He doesn't know how it will work from there. She's from 1986, he's from the present. Soon, all he'll have is the present. He has no guarantee that he would remember the witch. The witch takes his hand, pressing something into it. It is a single, golden butterfly, and it melts into his skin, like ice against heat. "I'm trusting you with this." Her voice is soft, but does not crack.

"... I know."

After a pause, "I will make sure the fourth game gets to you, in some way."

He halfheartedly nods, as if a sword had been thrust into his hand, and he'd just been made to promise to stab the woman with it, 'should it be necessary'. "I'll be waiting for it, Beato." Before she can follow it up with something else, he hugs her. Simply because he wanted to, maybe, but also because he thinks she's going back to a world where she won't get things as simple as an embrace anymore, because he's losing his friend and beloved enemy, because her tears are starting to soak his his jacket, because if he ever sees her again, she'll want him to kill her.

And he'll understand exactly why.

Everything turns white at that single moment.

-- ※ --

Beatrice turns on her heel to greet Battler in the room where they commonly fought, after being told by Ronove that he hadn't quite recovered from the third game. She intends to die for this one, so someone else doesn't have to kill her.

Conan walks down the street with the shounen tantei, getting used to his old-new-old height, an unsealed envelope with a gold wing printed on it hidden in his backpack. When he comes home from school today, he's going to head to the library. He wants to look up articles dating back to 1986.