Two Christine fics
Two small fics I wrote about Christine. I've had these on my journal for a long time, and I'm finally getting off my tail and posting them. XD
Regret
375 Words
Christine and Jose
Rating: G, K
Genre: Angst, Drama
Pairings: None
She was mysterious, Jose decided early on after he'd met her. It was not something people had assumed about her because of her typically saucy attitude and brash way of speaking. For some reason, her career voided any possibility of depth to most people.
She had been puzzling. His memories of her were always broken, like someone had put all his memories in a jar and had shaken them up, but he remembered many sides of her. There was the side everyone knew and had expected of her: witty, iconoclastic, and flirty. It was, in a way, that side of her that seemed the least real for him. She had played the part well, but it seemed to lack the depth she had sometimes shown.
Maybe it was because he'd noticed from the beginning that she had been distracted. She had seemed to be working on more then one level at a time, her expressions subtly changing as she spoke. It as if what was going on around her hadn't been happening.
There was also a part of Christine that had seemed constantly meditative. If she didn't think he was looking, she'd slip into a pensive expression or seem to lose all expression, a dead doll lying against the window in the passenger seat of his truck. It was the later that always chilled him to his core. How could anyone be alive yet look gone?
But as soon as he said her name she'd respond with a smirk, her former expression disappearing. He'd meet her eyes, and she'd meet them back, daring him to...what? Ask why she became like that?
Had she dared him to ask her why she let him see those sides of her?
But Jose never gained the courage to ask. They'd just stare at each other until she'd raise an eyebrow and say, "The light's green, how about going on?"
He'd turn around to watch the road, and she'd laugh. He wasn't sure what she had been laughing at. Was it his sudden realization he needed to watch the road, or was it at his inability to ask about what was wrong?
Trapped
371 Words
Christine and Shinou
Rating: G, K
Genre: Angst, Drama
Pairings: None
To be trapped does not necessarily mean to be confined.
Christine knew this well. She was in complete control of her limbs (it seemed the only part of her that she could control). She could go anywhere she pleased at any time she wished. Nothing could confine her to any space; she would not allow that.
However, in her head she knew she was trapped. Always, always, always as far as back her memory could span...Shinou reigned. His last subject chafed under the strain of duty. As much as she threw off the chains of conventionality, as much as she silently demanded to be able to do what she wished, she knew that she was bound by conventions far stronger then probably anyone she had met had to live with.
She would serve Shinou. Always she served him, no matter what he became or what she became.
The time was coming for all the plans to come to fruition, and the part of her that was human and Christine wailed at the duty she must soon perform. Her next life would be tense with waiting, and rigid with worry when the time came. She had fear, true human fear, for the physical life she would have then. However, the old part of her self, the being that had been consistently alive for thousands of years, was cold in feeling and reasoning.
Whatever came about, the job of this soul was to serve Shinou in their plans. In some ways she was disgusted with the cold and final reasoning, and yet in some ways she couldn't bear to think anything else.
It was difficult to find reasons to do this now. Once Shinou's spirit had been so close, but now it was faint. And sometimes, when Christine was alone and half asleep, she would feel the unfamiliar tinges of cold that closed up her lungs and made her feel faint. As quickly as it had appeared, she would sit up gasping for breath and violently shivering.
Trapped by duty, trapped by the spirit of a long corrupted man, she waited for the day when that faint voice would tell her it was time for her turn at life to end.
Regret
375 Words
Christine and Jose
Rating: G, K
Genre: Angst, Drama
Pairings: None
She was mysterious, Jose decided early on after he'd met her. It was not something people had assumed about her because of her typically saucy attitude and brash way of speaking. For some reason, her career voided any possibility of depth to most people.
She had been puzzling. His memories of her were always broken, like someone had put all his memories in a jar and had shaken them up, but he remembered many sides of her. There was the side everyone knew and had expected of her: witty, iconoclastic, and flirty. It was, in a way, that side of her that seemed the least real for him. She had played the part well, but it seemed to lack the depth she had sometimes shown.
Maybe it was because he'd noticed from the beginning that she had been distracted. She had seemed to be working on more then one level at a time, her expressions subtly changing as she spoke. It as if what was going on around her hadn't been happening.
There was also a part of Christine that had seemed constantly meditative. If she didn't think he was looking, she'd slip into a pensive expression or seem to lose all expression, a dead doll lying against the window in the passenger seat of his truck. It was the later that always chilled him to his core. How could anyone be alive yet look gone?
But as soon as he said her name she'd respond with a smirk, her former expression disappearing. He'd meet her eyes, and she'd meet them back, daring him to...what? Ask why she became like that?
Had she dared him to ask her why she let him see those sides of her?
But Jose never gained the courage to ask. They'd just stare at each other until she'd raise an eyebrow and say, "The light's green, how about going on?"
He'd turn around to watch the road, and she'd laugh. He wasn't sure what she had been laughing at. Was it his sudden realization he needed to watch the road, or was it at his inability to ask about what was wrong?
Trapped
371 Words
Christine and Shinou
Rating: G, K
Genre: Angst, Drama
Pairings: None
To be trapped does not necessarily mean to be confined.
Christine knew this well. She was in complete control of her limbs (it seemed the only part of her that she could control). She could go anywhere she pleased at any time she wished. Nothing could confine her to any space; she would not allow that.
However, in her head she knew she was trapped. Always, always, always as far as back her memory could span...Shinou reigned. His last subject chafed under the strain of duty. As much as she threw off the chains of conventionality, as much as she silently demanded to be able to do what she wished, she knew that she was bound by conventions far stronger then probably anyone she had met had to live with.
She would serve Shinou. Always she served him, no matter what he became or what she became.
The time was coming for all the plans to come to fruition, and the part of her that was human and Christine wailed at the duty she must soon perform. Her next life would be tense with waiting, and rigid with worry when the time came. She had fear, true human fear, for the physical life she would have then. However, the old part of her self, the being that had been consistently alive for thousands of years, was cold in feeling and reasoning.
Whatever came about, the job of this soul was to serve Shinou in their plans. In some ways she was disgusted with the cold and final reasoning, and yet in some ways she couldn't bear to think anything else.
It was difficult to find reasons to do this now. Once Shinou's spirit had been so close, but now it was faint. And sometimes, when Christine was alone and half asleep, she would feel the unfamiliar tinges of cold that closed up her lungs and made her feel faint. As quickly as it had appeared, she would sit up gasping for breath and violently shivering.
Trapped by duty, trapped by the spirit of a long corrupted man, she waited for the day when that faint voice would tell her it was time for her turn at life to end.