Challange Six, Prompt One
So, this is my first time writting in accordance with a prompt. I'm usually not able to compose something on a subject, but this one called my name. So, here goes:
Title: Calling
Author: trublusvufan
Fandom: Buffy/any
Pairing: Buffy/Faith any
Rating: Like a kitty
Words: 447
Summery: Prompt 6, #1. even_angels_Written with the difficulties of a slaying life in mind, but I kept it general so that you could apply it to any pairing, if you so choose.
Written for this prompt, made by flying_peanuts
She imagined her under the slanting shadows of the last sun, feral and primitive. Perfect features adorned her face. Deep brown eyes met sharp hazel, and a connection was fortified. Back and forth, they silently dared each other to make the first move. The blonde dared the brunette to take the first step. The brunette made no move, but looked on, like she expected the blonde to say the first word. Neither would budge, neither would fall, so together they stood in silence. It didn't make much difference, silence was what they knew best.
The blonde didn't blame the brunette, nor did the brunette find fault in the blonde. Both knew they had taken a hand in the walls they had built. The blonde had been scared, as was understandable. After all, love can be a scary thing. Every strange and dangerous thing she had ever done could never compare to this. Reactions, once they found out, would certainly not be happy or perfect. So, she did what was easiest and most difficult: she walked away. She wasn't sure if she had made the right decision. The pain she endured without the brunette was so harsh and unbearable that she wondered if the pain of rejection might hiave been easier to bear. Even if it was those she cared for most doing the rejecting. She realized that she might never know now. What reason did the brunette have to take her back?
The brunette was very much afraid as well. Not of the same rejection the blonde was afraid of, but of rejection and failing the blonde herself. She had lived her entire life as consecutive series of blatant lies, forged deals and meaningless sex. She wasn't capable of loving or being loved. That was the way she thought, anyway. Then the blonde had come along, and the tiniest amount of hope sprang up inside the brunette. She strained to make herself perfect for the blonde goddess. She felt the strongest feelings that she had ever felt for anyone, and knew she would never feel for anyone again. But they clashed and fought, brown against blonde, hazel against brown, dark against light. Their destinies had never meant for them to meet anyway.
And yet here they stood, face to face and heart to heart, and it felt right. They both knew that they were meant to be. Their pasts were cast aside. Uncertainties stood, but looking into the other's eyes, they both knew that the doubts would never again be able to come between them. They had unknowingly chosen each other for life, as their lives had chosen them. There were no boundaries. Love no longer spoke quietly.
Title: Calling
Author: trublusvufan
Fandom: Buffy/any
Pairing: Buffy/Faith any
Rating: Like a kitty
Words: 447
Summery: Prompt 6, #1. even_angels_Written with the difficulties of a slaying life in mind, but I kept it general so that you could apply it to any pairing, if you so choose.
Written for this prompt, made by flying_peanuts
She imagined her under the slanting shadows of the last sun, feral and primitive. Perfect features adorned her face. Deep brown eyes met sharp hazel, and a connection was fortified. Back and forth, they silently dared each other to make the first move. The blonde dared the brunette to take the first step. The brunette made no move, but looked on, like she expected the blonde to say the first word. Neither would budge, neither would fall, so together they stood in silence. It didn't make much difference, silence was what they knew best.
The blonde didn't blame the brunette, nor did the brunette find fault in the blonde. Both knew they had taken a hand in the walls they had built. The blonde had been scared, as was understandable. After all, love can be a scary thing. Every strange and dangerous thing she had ever done could never compare to this. Reactions, once they found out, would certainly not be happy or perfect. So, she did what was easiest and most difficult: she walked away. She wasn't sure if she had made the right decision. The pain she endured without the brunette was so harsh and unbearable that she wondered if the pain of rejection might hiave been easier to bear. Even if it was those she cared for most doing the rejecting. She realized that she might never know now. What reason did the brunette have to take her back?
The brunette was very much afraid as well. Not of the same rejection the blonde was afraid of, but of rejection and failing the blonde herself. She had lived her entire life as consecutive series of blatant lies, forged deals and meaningless sex. She wasn't capable of loving or being loved. That was the way she thought, anyway. Then the blonde had come along, and the tiniest amount of hope sprang up inside the brunette. She strained to make herself perfect for the blonde goddess. She felt the strongest feelings that she had ever felt for anyone, and knew she would never feel for anyone again. But they clashed and fought, brown against blonde, hazel against brown, dark against light. Their destinies had never meant for them to meet anyway.
And yet here they stood, face to face and heart to heart, and it felt right. They both knew that they were meant to be. Their pasts were cast aside. Uncertainties stood, but looking into the other's eyes, they both knew that the doubts would never again be able to come between them. They had unknowingly chosen each other for life, as their lives had chosen them. There were no boundaries. Love no longer spoke quietly.