k is for knife
Title: Brittle
Fandom/Claim: Noir
Pairing: Chloe/Kirika
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 250
Kirika is like stone, Chloe thinks. Like these ancient ruins, cold and silent. She could chip away forever and never find any answers.
When Kirika looks away, back towards the manor, Chloe finds she wants to try, anyway.
'We had a picnic here, once,' she says. 'We lay in the sun and looked at the clouds. Altena told us stories.'
'From the book?' Kirika asks.
'No,' Chloe shakes her head, and wishes more than anything that Kirika would remember.
*
They are her speciality, knives. Chloe knows them, knows the weight of them, the way they balance, the way they cut through the air; how to hold them, how to hide them, how to care for them and keep them sharp. She knows how they are deadly, knows the slice of them, the slide of them between sinew and flesh. She knows the damage they can do, and she loves them - the clean, bright sharpness of them.
When the two of them stand side by side and take turns throwing at any target they can think of, when they throw themselves at each other and try to draw blood, when they move together and their blades flash bright and quick, Kirika wins every time.
*
The water is cool and their skin is slick as they stand face to face, body to body.
Chloe wraps an arm around her, kisses her, tongue pushing between lips and teeth.
And Kirika is like stone. Chloe tries and tries but she can't get inside.
Fandom/Claim: Noir
Pairing: Chloe/Kirika
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 250
Kirika is like stone, Chloe thinks. Like these ancient ruins, cold and silent. She could chip away forever and never find any answers.
When Kirika looks away, back towards the manor, Chloe finds she wants to try, anyway.
'We had a picnic here, once,' she says. 'We lay in the sun and looked at the clouds. Altena told us stories.'
'From the book?' Kirika asks.
'No,' Chloe shakes her head, and wishes more than anything that Kirika would remember.
*
They are her speciality, knives. Chloe knows them, knows the weight of them, the way they balance, the way they cut through the air; how to hold them, how to hide them, how to care for them and keep them sharp. She knows how they are deadly, knows the slice of them, the slide of them between sinew and flesh. She knows the damage they can do, and she loves them - the clean, bright sharpness of them.
When the two of them stand side by side and take turns throwing at any target they can think of, when they throw themselves at each other and try to draw blood, when they move together and their blades flash bright and quick, Kirika wins every time.
*
The water is cool and their skin is slick as they stand face to face, body to body.
Chloe wraps an arm around her, kisses her, tongue pushing between lips and teeth.
And Kirika is like stone. Chloe tries and tries but she can't get inside.