Reflection - Prologue
anonymous
March 10 2010, 09:16:54 UTC
Note: Putting out some feelers for this, as I’m not sure how you all will like it. The pairing for this is (eventual) UK/fem!US, but since this is AU (with slight fantasy influences), there will also be many cameos of other characters too (Russia, Germany, Italy… to name a few). I’ll be using human names only (Alice for Fem!America, Alfred for when she becomes a soldier). Writer-anon will do her best to keep everyone as in character as possible. (Despite it being AU)
Prologue
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Invasion.
It was something Alice only heard from vast distances, something that happened to other countries. Something whispered in the markets, spoken at the Inns and discussed among the elders. It never happened to the Kingdom. It never affected her village. The once distant prospect was now a very grim reality.
Matthew stuffed his draft papers into her hand, his mouth a thin line, his unbelieving eyes speaking volumes.
“You’re doing the right thing,” she clutched the paper to her chest. “I will take your place, and tell them you are unfit to serve.”
You are not a soldier. I know this. You know this.
Never had she felt so sure of anything in her life.
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A gasp escaped, and she quickly pressed her lips together in response.
“Damnit…”
Clutching a length of white cloth in her fingers, she exhaled and pulled the last remaining bolts of cloth around her body, crushing her still maturing breasts to her chest. A hiss escaped her clenched teeth as she finally pulled the last bit of cloth around, securing it in the folds and layers to ensure the secret remained hidden. Stepping into the uniform bottoms, and sliding the midnight blue coat over her shoulders, she stepped to the mirror and ran her eyes over her body. Thin, flat chest, boyish features… all that gave her away now was her hair. Grasping a string her brother used in his own hair, she quickly ran her fingers through her locks, straightening the curls into her natural waves, and gathered it at the nape of her neck, just as her brother did when his hair got too long.
Nodding at her features with approval, she slid the boots on, immediately noticing the roomy interior, and buckled them tight. Circling in the mirror, an inner wave of relief flooded her gut at the sight. It was doubtful if anyone could tell the different between Matthew and her now. Only those whom knew them the longest could possibly attempt.
Shouldering the rifle, she nodded at the mirror for the final time and exited the room, making her way outside to the nearby farm house where her horse was stabled; leaving her old way of life behind.
holy God anon, my name's Alice! this is such a strange coincidence! :D
and this is such a promising beginning! I think I'm in love with your writing style and your female!US characterization... ♥ now I'm really curious about how you're going to develop the story. thank you so much! :D
why don't you list your fill at the kink meme index? :)
...and just in case this part maxes out before I'm able to get the next chapter up, I'll move this to the past-parts fill 2 section(?) and add it to the fills index :) -goes back to writing-
Prologue
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Invasion.
It was something Alice only heard from vast distances, something that happened to other countries. Something whispered in the markets, spoken at the Inns and discussed among the elders. It never happened to the Kingdom. It never affected her village. The once distant prospect was now a very grim reality.
Matthew stuffed his draft papers into her hand, his mouth a thin line, his unbelieving eyes speaking volumes.
“You’re doing the right thing,” she clutched the paper to her chest. “I will take your place, and tell them you are unfit to serve.”
You are not a soldier. I know this. You know this.
Never had she felt so sure of anything in her life.
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A gasp escaped, and she quickly pressed her lips together in response.
“Damnit…”
Clutching a length of white cloth in her fingers, she exhaled and pulled the last remaining bolts of cloth around her body, crushing her still maturing breasts to her chest. A hiss escaped her clenched teeth as she finally pulled the last bit of cloth around, securing it in the folds and layers to ensure the secret remained hidden. Stepping into the uniform bottoms, and sliding the midnight blue coat over her shoulders, she stepped to the mirror and ran her eyes over her body. Thin, flat chest, boyish features… all that gave her away now was her hair. Grasping a string her brother used in his own hair, she quickly ran her fingers through her locks, straightening the curls into her natural waves, and gathered it at the nape of her neck, just as her brother did when his hair got too long.
Nodding at her features with approval, she slid the boots on, immediately noticing the roomy interior, and buckled them tight. Circling in the mirror, an inner wave of relief flooded her gut at the sight. It was doubtful if anyone could tell the different between Matthew and her now. Only those whom knew them the longest could possibly attempt.
Shouldering the rifle, she nodded at the mirror for the final time and exited the room, making her way outside to the nearby farm house where her horse was stabled; leaving her old way of life behind.
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and this is such a promising beginning! I think I'm in love with your writing style and your female!US characterization... ♥ now I'm really curious about how you're going to develop the story. thank you so much! :D
why don't you list your fill at the kink meme index? :)
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I thought it might be better to wait until I get chapter one posted so when I list it, readers will have more to read? ^^;;
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