Drabbles
Drabbles. I do moar short stuff? :O OMG.
Actually taken from this ffvii_100 prompts over at IJ.
Character/s: Reeve Tuesti
Pairing/s?: None
Warnings: None
Prompt: Smell
He tried to shrug it off the first time his secretary had said of the rumour.
As an Executive at Shinra the words that had been whispered between employees were variations on a theme. He had been “a dreamer” back then.
Now it seems the word out there in the streets of Edge, the very streets that are part of him, is that he is famed for the smell of death.
As he sits on a metal railing and looks out into the desperate crowds, Reeve wonders what has changed.
He finds the words impossible to shrug from his conscience.
Character/s: Reeve Tuesti and Kira Ashikira / Rain Kalendis (OC)
Pairing/s?: As above (Kireeve?)
Warnings: None
Prompt: Smell
She laughs as I say she smells like my handkerchief. Always a puzzle how that manages to retain the clean fragrance of...
Huh. Probably not best to tell the woman you are sleeping with that they smell of your mother, Reeve. No matter how much of a compliment you think it is.
My own scent is allegedly a mixture. “Spice and... Baby Oil?” she asks, puzzled. “Cait.” I reply, not elaborating on the necessity of lubrication in my automaton's expressiveness. She appears to understand. Then sniffs at me, sadly.
Apparently, her husband also used to smell like cologne and oil.
Character/s: Lazard Deusericus
Pairing/s?: None
Warnings: None
Prompt: Secrets
Most presume Lazard to be a private man.
Little know of his chosen hobbies, even less what his personal quarters look like. And, whilst apparently some may like to find out more, nobody knows of his desires.
The gossip is rife, of course. Presenting the way he does and managing the masculine elite of Shinra, gossip was bound to happen.
The “Ideal Boss” allows this private façade to hold. How much better for deceit to be perceived as mere decency?
Privacy pales to the truth of secrets; of motivations, machinations and the clarity of the only desire he holds.
Character/s: Reeve and Tseng
Pairing/s?: Tseeve
Warnings: None, unless very slight m/m isn't your thing
Prompt: Secrets
"How you feel is no secret. Your face is too honest.”
Fingertips brush my flushed cheek and his dark eyes flash mirth where nothing normally is revealed.
Damn him.
I frown and move away. Hopefully the motion does not appear as a protective flinch, or my lips are not setting into an indignant grimace.
“At least I show emotion upon occasion, Tseng.”
Giving a dry chuckle he steps close again. “To keep secrets is impermissible?”
Sweet morning over Midgar...Why is it I desire the most impossible secret from this man?
"...No."
My eyes must honestly be pleading 'Show me...'
Character/s: Reeve, Tseng, Elena, Rude, Reno
Pairing/s?: Reeve x Scarlet
Warnings: None
Prompt: Under the influence
“Hehe. It was cute? In a “train-crash-must-look” kind of way.”
“It was entertaining. You could do a lot worse...”
“...Agreed.”
The menace was last to speak, lackadaisical as ever.
“An’ here I was expectin’ thanks. Tch. S’not like anybody was forcin’ ya to drink...”
With that the mild-mannered Executive exploded “What?! That's precisely what happened! Since when does having a gun held to your temple not constitute being forced?!”
Smirks alighted on at least two faces. Bastard Turks.
“Hey Mr. Tootsi~ Y’should calm down… Face 's going almost as red as the dress of yer new special-friend, yo...”
Actually taken from this ffvii_100 prompts over at IJ.
Character/s: Reeve Tuesti
Pairing/s?: None
Warnings: None
Prompt: Smell
He tried to shrug it off the first time his secretary had said of the rumour.
As an Executive at Shinra the words that had been whispered between employees were variations on a theme. He had been “a dreamer” back then.
Now it seems the word out there in the streets of Edge, the very streets that are part of him, is that he is famed for the smell of death.
As he sits on a metal railing and looks out into the desperate crowds, Reeve wonders what has changed.
He finds the words impossible to shrug from his conscience.
Character/s: Reeve Tuesti and Kira Ashikira / Rain Kalendis (OC)
Pairing/s?: As above (Kireeve?)
Warnings: None
Prompt: Smell
She laughs as I say she smells like my handkerchief. Always a puzzle how that manages to retain the clean fragrance of...
Huh. Probably not best to tell the woman you are sleeping with that they smell of your mother, Reeve. No matter how much of a compliment you think it is.
My own scent is allegedly a mixture. “Spice and... Baby Oil?” she asks, puzzled. “Cait.” I reply, not elaborating on the necessity of lubrication in my automaton's expressiveness. She appears to understand. Then sniffs at me, sadly.
Apparently, her husband also used to smell like cologne and oil.
Character/s: Lazard Deusericus
Pairing/s?: None
Warnings: None
Prompt: Secrets
Most presume Lazard to be a private man.
Little know of his chosen hobbies, even less what his personal quarters look like. And, whilst apparently some may like to find out more, nobody knows of his desires.
The gossip is rife, of course. Presenting the way he does and managing the masculine elite of Shinra, gossip was bound to happen.
The “Ideal Boss” allows this private façade to hold. How much better for deceit to be perceived as mere decency?
Privacy pales to the truth of secrets; of motivations, machinations and the clarity of the only desire he holds.
Character/s: Reeve and Tseng
Pairing/s?: Tseeve
Warnings: None, unless very slight m/m isn't your thing
Prompt: Secrets
"How you feel is no secret. Your face is too honest.”
Fingertips brush my flushed cheek and his dark eyes flash mirth where nothing normally is revealed.
Damn him.
I frown and move away. Hopefully the motion does not appear as a protective flinch, or my lips are not setting into an indignant grimace.
“At least I show emotion upon occasion, Tseng.”
Giving a dry chuckle he steps close again. “To keep secrets is impermissible?”
Sweet morning over Midgar...Why is it I desire the most impossible secret from this man?
"...No."
My eyes must honestly be pleading 'Show me...'
Character/s: Reeve, Tseng, Elena, Rude, Reno
Pairing/s?: Reeve x Scarlet
Warnings: None
Prompt: Under the influence
“Hehe. It was cute? In a “train-crash-must-look” kind of way.”
“It was entertaining. You could do a lot worse...”
“...Agreed.”
The menace was last to speak, lackadaisical as ever.
“An’ here I was expectin’ thanks. Tch. S’not like anybody was forcin’ ya to drink...”
With that the mild-mannered Executive exploded “What?! That's precisely what happened! Since when does having a gun held to your temple not constitute being forced?!”
Smirks alighted on at least two faces. Bastard Turks.
“Hey Mr. Tootsi~ Y’should calm down… Face 's going almost as red as the dress of yer new special-friend, yo...”