Victorious
Title: Victorious
Author: fullmetal_cute
Fandom: Runaways
Table/Prompt: Table 1/73. Return
Character/Pairing: Victor Mancha, OFC
Rating: PG
Word Count: 382
Summary: Victor Mancha’s a long way from Earth.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Part of my Bitter Homecoming series.
Victor Mancha was giving a great deal of thought to the faintly purple water crashing into the shore below him. He could hear the sound of feet traveling up the path behind him. He knew that, not too far away, a shuttle had landed and disgorged a several guards and a single passenger. She was the one climbing the path, having insisted that the guards stay behind. Victor stood up, tucking his hair behind his ears. He needed a haircut, but until a few moments before, that had been rather unimportant. This planet was mostly empty of sentient life, so this would be the first time he had actually seen anyone in months. Possibly even a year. He didn’t bother keeping track of time.
The blonde woman could have passed for human, if she’d been on Earth, but Victor knew her for who and what she was. He executed the slightest of bows, which she returned with an equally slight inclination of her head. “Master Mancha,” she said in oddly accented English. She smoothed her hands over her skirt and adjusted the bangles on her wrists before continuing. “My lord father has returned to Earth. He asks that you lend your power to his cause.”
Victor closed his eyes, inhaling the oddly sweet air. “You’re invading Earth.” He opened them again. “You’re asking me to attack my home planet.”
“There are those who would say that you are liberating it, instead.”
“Semantics, Sarah. We both know what’s going on.” Victor dragged his hand through his hair. “I never thought they’d actually do this.”
The princess stepped to the edge of the cliff, looking down. “They will not fault you if you do not come,” she said. “But I will.” There was steel in her soft voice. “You know what must be done.”
“It doesn’t have to be like this,” Victor sighed, even though he knew arguing was futile.
The Skrull princess turned, walking down the path without looking back at the cyborg.
She was right. He knew what he needed to do.
Author: fullmetal_cute
Fandom: Runaways
Table/Prompt: Table 1/73. Return
Character/Pairing: Victor Mancha, OFC
Rating: PG
Word Count: 382
Summary: Victor Mancha’s a long way from Earth.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Part of my Bitter Homecoming series.
Victor Mancha was giving a great deal of thought to the faintly purple water crashing into the shore below him. He could hear the sound of feet traveling up the path behind him. He knew that, not too far away, a shuttle had landed and disgorged a several guards and a single passenger. She was the one climbing the path, having insisted that the guards stay behind. Victor stood up, tucking his hair behind his ears. He needed a haircut, but until a few moments before, that had been rather unimportant. This planet was mostly empty of sentient life, so this would be the first time he had actually seen anyone in months. Possibly even a year. He didn’t bother keeping track of time.
The blonde woman could have passed for human, if she’d been on Earth, but Victor knew her for who and what she was. He executed the slightest of bows, which she returned with an equally slight inclination of her head. “Master Mancha,” she said in oddly accented English. She smoothed her hands over her skirt and adjusted the bangles on her wrists before continuing. “My lord father has returned to Earth. He asks that you lend your power to his cause.”
Victor closed his eyes, inhaling the oddly sweet air. “You’re invading Earth.” He opened them again. “You’re asking me to attack my home planet.”
“There are those who would say that you are liberating it, instead.”
“Semantics, Sarah. We both know what’s going on.” Victor dragged his hand through his hair. “I never thought they’d actually do this.”
The princess stepped to the edge of the cliff, looking down. “They will not fault you if you do not come,” she said. “But I will.” There was steel in her soft voice. “You know what must be done.”
“It doesn’t have to be like this,” Victor sighed, even though he knew arguing was futile.
The Skrull princess turned, walking down the path without looking back at the cyborg.
She was right. He knew what he needed to do.