Halfway done! [House]
I'll be posting these in groups by universe. Also, te ones with plot are in chronological order. This means that the numbering isn't the same as on the list - don't worry, I'm still gonna do all of them. ^^
This set is of the people who don't have their own universe.
34. Eternity
Eternity is a fucking long time. No one knows that better than Zero. Some know it as well as she, but they don’t count.
Humans can’t deal with it. They’re not built for infinity, the way Zero’s not built for forgiveness, faith, or love. They try to understand, they have names for it and symbols, but they don’t. Looking at a sideways eight doesn’t help them any more than looking at a stylized heart helps her.
She doesn’t try to be what she’s not, not anymore, so she looks at the stars and is happy she can know every one.
35. Double
Violence has a twin and they don’t get along at all.
Everything about her is wrong: she’s graceful over clumsy, shy over loud, calm over manic. They look like photo negatives of each other. They don’t act like women brought up in the same house. People who meet them tend to assume they’re coworkers, or mortal enemies.
Decency is not one to put herself forward, but people notice her more. Even when Violence is after them with something on fire.
Sometimes, though, their hands move at the same time, and Violence has the thought that she’s only half a person.
36. Time
There are not too many things that make Kiros nervous. Miss Chiyo is one of them. Churches are another. Clocks work well, too.
He’s not subject to time; the ticking of seconds and chiming of hours shouldn’t concern him. Beings like him are more at home with the spin of solar systems, and the tumble of galaxies.
He glares at the big clock in the common room as it ticks, tension building until he admits that it’s won. It always wins. And why shouldn’t it? He could stop it, but that wouldn’t change the fact that time is running out.
37. Liar
Violence misses her Laiya-chan so bad. Even fire seems to have lost its attraction. White and yellow and red have never seemed so dull.
She could go out, explode a government building or something, but it’s not the same. The body count is never so high without their friendly competitions to spur them on.
She thinks of talking to Aneko, but she doesn’t want to get into a fight she can’t win. She needs to do something to get Laiya-chan’s attention.
Her favorite sword is only a thought away, and she pulls it out as she contemplates the best target.
38. Psychiatrist
“Why am I here?”
“The Stockholm syndrome.”
“And her?”
“PTSD. Comes from being an intergalactic soldier.”
“I believe it. Blondie there?”
“Likely the goddess.”
“Goddess?”
“In her head.”
“Right. Bad-dye-job girl?”
“Savior complex.”
“In the kimono?”
“Thinks she’s a fox.”
“Is she?”
“Of course not.”
“I have furry ears because of you.”
“Your point?”
“On my fangs. Her... him… her?”
“He is having trouble adjusting to his death.”
“Do people usually have to do that?”
“Well, no. They’re dead.”
“Are any of us not somehow batshit crazy?”
“If you find one, tell me; I’m obviously not doing my job right.”
39. Rivals
Zero hates Kaho. She has to; it’s in the job description. Demons and angels do not get along.
It was better, though, when Kaho was open about it. There’s something about blood and crosses and un/holy swords that makes a rivalry easier to deal with.
Now she lives in the House, and Zero is constantly on the defensive. She’s tired of it; of the feathers at the base of her wings standing up, of smiles and politeness.
She wonders if Kaho’s tired too, or if she’s doing this deliberately. Either way, she dreams of blood a lot more these days.
40. Paradise
Heaven isn’t. Vimael lives there; he should know. It’s not perfect and it’s not anybody’s reward and it’s falling apart at the seams.
Sometimes he goes down to Earth and he watches half a hundred people lift their voices to the sky, through coloured glass and golden walls. One of them stands at the head of the flock and speaks of virtue, sin and blessing. They pray. They sing. They become emotional. They may cry. They speak of Heaven and Hell and what one must do for each.
They leave pure, each radiant with belief, and go out into paradise.
This set is of the people who don't have their own universe.
34. Eternity
Eternity is a fucking long time. No one knows that better than Zero. Some know it as well as she, but they don’t count.
Humans can’t deal with it. They’re not built for infinity, the way Zero’s not built for forgiveness, faith, or love. They try to understand, they have names for it and symbols, but they don’t. Looking at a sideways eight doesn’t help them any more than looking at a stylized heart helps her.
She doesn’t try to be what she’s not, not anymore, so she looks at the stars and is happy she can know every one.
35. Double
Violence has a twin and they don’t get along at all.
Everything about her is wrong: she’s graceful over clumsy, shy over loud, calm over manic. They look like photo negatives of each other. They don’t act like women brought up in the same house. People who meet them tend to assume they’re coworkers, or mortal enemies.
Decency is not one to put herself forward, but people notice her more. Even when Violence is after them with something on fire.
Sometimes, though, their hands move at the same time, and Violence has the thought that she’s only half a person.
36. Time
There are not too many things that make Kiros nervous. Miss Chiyo is one of them. Churches are another. Clocks work well, too.
He’s not subject to time; the ticking of seconds and chiming of hours shouldn’t concern him. Beings like him are more at home with the spin of solar systems, and the tumble of galaxies.
He glares at the big clock in the common room as it ticks, tension building until he admits that it’s won. It always wins. And why shouldn’t it? He could stop it, but that wouldn’t change the fact that time is running out.
37. Liar
Violence misses her Laiya-chan so bad. Even fire seems to have lost its attraction. White and yellow and red have never seemed so dull.
She could go out, explode a government building or something, but it’s not the same. The body count is never so high without their friendly competitions to spur them on.
She thinks of talking to Aneko, but she doesn’t want to get into a fight she can’t win. She needs to do something to get Laiya-chan’s attention.
Her favorite sword is only a thought away, and she pulls it out as she contemplates the best target.
38. Psychiatrist
“Why am I here?”
“The Stockholm syndrome.”
“And her?”
“PTSD. Comes from being an intergalactic soldier.”
“I believe it. Blondie there?”
“Likely the goddess.”
“Goddess?”
“In her head.”
“Right. Bad-dye-job girl?”
“Savior complex.”
“In the kimono?”
“Thinks she’s a fox.”
“Is she?”
“Of course not.”
“I have furry ears because of you.”
“Your point?”
“On my fangs. Her... him… her?”
“He is having trouble adjusting to his death.”
“Do people usually have to do that?”
“Well, no. They’re dead.”
“Are any of us not somehow batshit crazy?”
“If you find one, tell me; I’m obviously not doing my job right.”
39. Rivals
Zero hates Kaho. She has to; it’s in the job description. Demons and angels do not get along.
It was better, though, when Kaho was open about it. There’s something about blood and crosses and un/holy swords that makes a rivalry easier to deal with.
Now she lives in the House, and Zero is constantly on the defensive. She’s tired of it; of the feathers at the base of her wings standing up, of smiles and politeness.
She wonders if Kaho’s tired too, or if she’s doing this deliberately. Either way, she dreams of blood a lot more these days.
40. Paradise
Heaven isn’t. Vimael lives there; he should know. It’s not perfect and it’s not anybody’s reward and it’s falling apart at the seams.
Sometimes he goes down to Earth and he watches half a hundred people lift their voices to the sky, through coloured glass and golden walls. One of them stands at the head of the flock and speaks of virtue, sin and blessing. They pray. They sing. They become emotional. They may cry. They speak of Heaven and Hell and what one must do for each.
They leave pure, each radiant with belief, and go out into paradise.