ficbits: original, and a bit of kh2. (pg to hard pg-13)
A bunch of snippets of things that I will probably never finish, handwritten in a frenzy last night.
Freedom’s Daughter:
Jesse’s heard the stories, the ones about the green-eyed girl with the diamond ring and the falcons-they say that she roams the worlds, saving lives and doing good and making men keep their oaths. They say that she’s freedom’s daughter; that she saved the Moren at Mount Senae from the invading hordes; that the single-handedly stopped the slave routes from Patricius I. She’s the best legend since Jesus, and some say she’s better even than that old god/prophet.
When Jesse met her, that first time, she was sitting on the sandstone steps that led into town; chin in her hands and eyes half-closed like a dozing cat-a short well-muscled dark-haired woman. She wasn’t thin, either, or not thin like the fashion was, then, and Jesse didn’t recognize her.
“Hey, ma’am,” he said, tapping her shoulder gently when he got no response.
“Holy God,” she said, sitting up abruptly. Her eyes were very green, Jesse thought. “I’m drunk.”
(A/N/: If this ever got written it would be clever and about the people behind the legends. It would also be sort of wild-west-in-space (think Trigun but not) and Jesse would be distressingly normal.)
David & Sharon (R)
David says, lying in bed with flames dancing behind his eyelids, “You’re the last woman on Earth.”
“Nah,” Sharon tells him, holding the towel up at her breasts, “just the last woman you fucked. Have you seen my bra?” Her hair is wet from the shower and David can only see blood, dripping from her dark hair.
He shakes his head to clear out the dream-visions. “Yeah, it’s over on the chair.” He points, and Sees-fire/blood/a full sullen moon hanging in a rust-red sky over an empty crossroad/Sharon, with a sword in her hand and wolves howling at her back.
She doesn’t notice. “Ta, Dave,” she says, putting the bra on. “I’ve got to be at the subway now, but would you like to do this again, sometime?”
She pulls on a white t-shirt and jeans and cocks her head at him.
“I’d like that,” Dave says, slowly. Burning earth and Sharon’s hair behind her like a banner--
“Great,” she tells him, and rummages through his night-table.
He blinks. “What are you doing?”
She grins and brandishes a blue biro with David’s work’s logo on it. Takes his hand, poking her tongue out the side of her mouth, proceeds to write her phone number on his palm.
He says, “There’s paper on the night-stand, actually-“
She sticks her tongue out and kisses his cheek. “Well, I’ve got to get going. Talk to you later, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says, half-dazed, and listens to the sound of her leaving. When he’s sure she’s gone he grabs the notepad and writes, Sharon Kramer. Fire, wolves, end of the world, and copies in her number.
(A/N: I think this is maybe the first in a series of conversations? Cos Dave can see the future after he has sex with someone, and I dunno. There was a bit of team.)
Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk
~Carl Sandburg
[KHII] The First Dusk:
The dying light wraps itself around you, cobwebs of memory spinning in your mind and that shadow-space where your heart used to be. You let the dark take you, warm and gentle, and you listen to what she says.
(A/N: This would be dark and about Dusks but since I know virtually nothing about KH (aside from “omg axel/roxas otp like burning” I might need to do some research.)
Also there was a bit of Sam/Ainsley but that was really bad so not posting. Standard disclaimer, for the KH2. Squeenix, etc.