Non-challenge
Title: Happy Memories
Author: Nekare
Rating: G
Character: Robin
Words: 185
Summary: Robin’s happiest days.
This was supposed to be for the 'Memories' challenge in the whr_drabbles community, but then it got too long, but I didn't really liked the idea of editing it, so there you go.
A long time ago, Robin used to think the days in the convent had been the best of her life, spicy incense filling her nose at every step and quiet conversations with the supreme being; moss on the ancient walls and soft canticles from the nuns at night, just after the evening mass.
She used to think that, and she couldn’t actually see a reason why she shouldn’t.
But every time she gazed at Amon sleeping in a bed next to her in one the interminable cheap hotels they stayed at, or every time she talked to Nagira in a graffiti-violated payphone lost somewhere in the world, every time they encountered Doujima in a dark alley with the killing order in her pocket and she would let them go with a wink and a finger to her lips, every single time she thought of the friends she had never had before; She couldn’t figure out why amidst the tiredness of the run she felt the happiest she had ever being.
So she smiled at the lone photograph she had of the STN-J, and stopped thinking.
Author: Nekare
Rating: G
Character: Robin
Words: 185
Summary: Robin’s happiest days.
This was supposed to be for the 'Memories' challenge in the whr_drabbles community, but then it got too long, but I didn't really liked the idea of editing it, so there you go.
A long time ago, Robin used to think the days in the convent had been the best of her life, spicy incense filling her nose at every step and quiet conversations with the supreme being; moss on the ancient walls and soft canticles from the nuns at night, just after the evening mass.
She used to think that, and she couldn’t actually see a reason why she shouldn’t.
But every time she gazed at Amon sleeping in a bed next to her in one the interminable cheap hotels they stayed at, or every time she talked to Nagira in a graffiti-violated payphone lost somewhere in the world, every time they encountered Doujima in a dark alley with the killing order in her pocket and she would let them go with a wink and a finger to her lips, every single time she thought of the friends she had never had before; She couldn’t figure out why amidst the tiredness of the run she felt the happiest she had ever being.
So she smiled at the lone photograph she had of the STN-J, and stopped thinking.