[meme] double prompt post
Having been unable to write anything in forever and ever, here is a double-prompt post to force me to write something. Anything!
A. Zhou Mi/everyone
B. Mirrorverse (everything is dark!)
1. Pick A or B
2. If you picked A, name anyone you know (or think) I know from kpop
3. If you picked B, name a character (or fandom you know I know)
4. Comment with a prompt (preferably word or phrase)
5. I write you something
Original prompts from catskilt on Twitter (both option B):
Henry looked down.
A dirty woolen mitten lay at his feet. It had been red and white striped originally, but had rather endeavored to merge into one large brownish splotch.
He squatted for a better look. It was damp, too, but not from the snow. Snow didn't leave that kind of stain.
The hand inside would be cold, he knew. There were some things a detective knew instinctively, without a lot of poking and prodding involved. Hell, he barely needed to deduct. It was a given when the hand inside the dirty mitten was disconnected from the rest of its body.
"Man," said Donghae, and the spotlight on the mitten danced as he shifted, "I hate Mondays."
They called it in. Kyuhyun took down the report with a grunt and they could hear the keys tapping away over the line. Nothing seemed to faze him; nothing gruesome at least. Henry snapped a surgical glove over his right hand and gently plced the mittened hand into the specimen bag Donghae held open. It got labeled, sealed, and tucked away into the evidence box.
"I guess we should go see if we can find the rest of her."
Henry rose smoothly to his feet with a grimace.
"Lead on, rookie," said Donghae. He swung the flashlight around, and the arc of yellow light followed, briefly illuminating the dank, cramped corners of the storeroom. Mildewed boxes and odd bits of furniture lurched from the shadows in strange silhouettes, turned unfamiliar in the dim light.
"Next time," said Henry, as he edged forward, "we better get desk duty. I bet Kyuhyun's got Starcraft open behind his files."
"Yeah, well, better let me draw straws next time. Your luck sucks."
It was all a matter of interpretation, though, because Henry felt something give under his next step, a crunch that wasn't quite so sharp, as if it were softened by something like...flesh. He looked down. Good luck or bad, it seemed like he'd found another piece of evidence.
"I think it's, uh, an arm."
"I really hate Mondays," Donghae said feelingly.
--
"Cho Kyuhyun," said Siwon severely. "I think this ID is faked. You know we cannot hold with imposters here."
Kyuhyun only looked calmly back at him. "Do you want to risk it?"
Siwon looked down at the laminated card again, brows furrowing. They were quite expressive, his brows; they were currently expressing his disbelief mixed with concern. What if Kyuhyun were telling the truth... It was unlikely, but in their world, the unlikely often reigned true and the impossible often becam possible.
"But you're so young," Siwon said. The seed of doubt had been planted, however. Kyuhyun could hear it in his voice.
It was all he could do to stifle the smile of triumph before it spread across his face. He schooled his features carefully instead, maintaining his cool demeanor.
"I'm a prodigy."
"I suppose Heechul did train you."
And so Kyuhyun, with some reluctance and some admiration on Siwon's part, was ushered into the elite gentleman's club. Only those with a special license were permitted here, those who could perform magic with a whisper of a blade, a creative twist of wire, or an invisible drop of poison.
These were the gentlemen with a license to kill and the cold-bloodedness to enjoy it.
Kyuhyun was in. Now all he had to do was tread carefully until he found the man who had killed his father. My name is Cho Kyuhyun, he thought. I am licensed to kill. If I don't die first, I will have my revenge, Zhou Mi.
It was only a matter of time.
A. Zhou Mi/everyone
B. Mirrorverse (everything is dark!)
1. Pick A or B
2. If you picked A, name anyone you know (or think) I know from kpop
3. If you picked B, name a character (or fandom you know I know)
4. Comment with a prompt (preferably word or phrase)
5. I write you something
Original prompts from catskilt on Twitter (both option B):
Henry looked down.
A dirty woolen mitten lay at his feet. It had been red and white striped originally, but had rather endeavored to merge into one large brownish splotch.
He squatted for a better look. It was damp, too, but not from the snow. Snow didn't leave that kind of stain.
The hand inside would be cold, he knew. There were some things a detective knew instinctively, without a lot of poking and prodding involved. Hell, he barely needed to deduct. It was a given when the hand inside the dirty mitten was disconnected from the rest of its body.
"Man," said Donghae, and the spotlight on the mitten danced as he shifted, "I hate Mondays."
They called it in. Kyuhyun took down the report with a grunt and they could hear the keys tapping away over the line. Nothing seemed to faze him; nothing gruesome at least. Henry snapped a surgical glove over his right hand and gently plced the mittened hand into the specimen bag Donghae held open. It got labeled, sealed, and tucked away into the evidence box.
"I guess we should go see if we can find the rest of her."
Henry rose smoothly to his feet with a grimace.
"Lead on, rookie," said Donghae. He swung the flashlight around, and the arc of yellow light followed, briefly illuminating the dank, cramped corners of the storeroom. Mildewed boxes and odd bits of furniture lurched from the shadows in strange silhouettes, turned unfamiliar in the dim light.
"Next time," said Henry, as he edged forward, "we better get desk duty. I bet Kyuhyun's got Starcraft open behind his files."
"Yeah, well, better let me draw straws next time. Your luck sucks."
It was all a matter of interpretation, though, because Henry felt something give under his next step, a crunch that wasn't quite so sharp, as if it were softened by something like...flesh. He looked down. Good luck or bad, it seemed like he'd found another piece of evidence.
"I think it's, uh, an arm."
"I really hate Mondays," Donghae said feelingly.
--
"Cho Kyuhyun," said Siwon severely. "I think this ID is faked. You know we cannot hold with imposters here."
Kyuhyun only looked calmly back at him. "Do you want to risk it?"
Siwon looked down at the laminated card again, brows furrowing. They were quite expressive, his brows; they were currently expressing his disbelief mixed with concern. What if Kyuhyun were telling the truth... It was unlikely, but in their world, the unlikely often reigned true and the impossible often becam possible.
"But you're so young," Siwon said. The seed of doubt had been planted, however. Kyuhyun could hear it in his voice.
It was all he could do to stifle the smile of triumph before it spread across his face. He schooled his features carefully instead, maintaining his cool demeanor.
"I'm a prodigy."
"I suppose Heechul did train you."
And so Kyuhyun, with some reluctance and some admiration on Siwon's part, was ushered into the elite gentleman's club. Only those with a special license were permitted here, those who could perform magic with a whisper of a blade, a creative twist of wire, or an invisible drop of poison.
These were the gentlemen with a license to kill and the cold-bloodedness to enjoy it.
Kyuhyun was in. Now all he had to do was tread carefully until he found the man who had killed his father. My name is Cho Kyuhyun, he thought. I am licensed to kill. If I don't die first, I will have my revenge, Zhou Mi.
It was only a matter of time.