[ Drabble ]
Player: dreamoflight
Subject:Nena Trinity
Table: C [ Prompt Table ]
Prompt: Touch
(Messing around with alternate headcanon a bit, I've always played her assuming the grew-up-in-a-vat scenario but felt like writing something a bit different since we really don't have any word one way or another)
Nena toddled down the fluorescent hallways of the ship, six years old with tousled curly hair, dragging her pillow with one hand (the scientists had stopped giving her dolls to cuddle at night after they’d found the fifth one headless in the sink, stuffing ripped out; she’d stared up at them with innocent eyes, saying that Dolly wouldn’t go to bed when she was supposed to and this was her punishment. )
The adults stayed away from them, for the most part; they fed them at appropriate times and took all sorts of measurements and readings with cold, clinical hands, but the siblings spent most of their time alone together. And so when Nena woke up from a nightmare she didn’t call for an adult, or ring the emergency button next to her bed.
The door was automatic and never locked, so she was able to walk right into the room and to her older brother’s bed, resting her chin on top of the tall mattress for a moment before scrambling up and shaking his shoulder.
“Wrrgnbl?”
“Johann-nii,” she said insistently. “Johann-nii, I had a nightmare.”
He blinked sleepily up at her through the darkness. He was nine years older than her, a mature adult in her eyes; he was the one who held her hand and comforted her when the nurse drew blood or gave her her shots, he was the one who stood over her and made sure she practiced her letters, and without his calming influence Nena and Michael together would probably have terrorized half the staff into leaving the project by now. He raised the blanket up and she quickly scurried under, snuggling close to him as he wrapped his arm around her.
“’m sleeping here,” she mumbled, already half gone. She didn’t even really remember what the dream had been about, now; her brother was here with her, so everything was all right.
Subject:Nena Trinity
Table: C [ Prompt Table ]
Prompt: Touch
(Messing around with alternate headcanon a bit, I've always played her assuming the grew-up-in-a-vat scenario but felt like writing something a bit different since we really don't have any word one way or another)
Nena toddled down the fluorescent hallways of the ship, six years old with tousled curly hair, dragging her pillow with one hand (the scientists had stopped giving her dolls to cuddle at night after they’d found the fifth one headless in the sink, stuffing ripped out; she’d stared up at them with innocent eyes, saying that Dolly wouldn’t go to bed when she was supposed to and this was her punishment. )
The adults stayed away from them, for the most part; they fed them at appropriate times and took all sorts of measurements and readings with cold, clinical hands, but the siblings spent most of their time alone together. And so when Nena woke up from a nightmare she didn’t call for an adult, or ring the emergency button next to her bed.
The door was automatic and never locked, so she was able to walk right into the room and to her older brother’s bed, resting her chin on top of the tall mattress for a moment before scrambling up and shaking his shoulder.
“Wrrgnbl?”
“Johann-nii,” she said insistently. “Johann-nii, I had a nightmare.”
He blinked sleepily up at her through the darkness. He was nine years older than her, a mature adult in her eyes; he was the one who held her hand and comforted her when the nurse drew blood or gave her her shots, he was the one who stood over her and made sure she practiced her letters, and without his calming influence Nena and Michael together would probably have terrorized half the staff into leaving the project by now. He raised the blanket up and she quickly scurried under, snuggling close to him as he wrapped his arm around her.
“’m sleeping here,” she mumbled, already half gone. She didn’t even really remember what the dream had been about, now; her brother was here with her, so everything was all right.