Mini Drabbles! (Degrassi, Black Swan, The House of Yes, X-Men: First Class)
This batch for theroyal_e.
Title: Shift
Info: Mystique (Some Mystique/Magneto), X-Men First Class, PG. 83 words.
He finds her, quivering, blue.
It's the last time, she thinks, and he offers a hand. She is naked, and unashamed.
--
It gets easier, as the years pass. Less and less concentration to shift her skin into the right shade.
He looks at her once, her hair a shade of blonde, her lips a Cupid's bow. "You don't have to do that, you know." She examines her nails, barely flicks him a glance. "They should be changing for you, and not the other way around."
Title: seemed like the real thing
Info: The House of Yes, Jackie-O/Marty, PG-13. 70 words.
Marty lingers on the stairs. The rain is still going, enveloping the house like a bell jar. He can feel the pressure sucking out of the room, his voice siphoning out.
Jackie-O is everywhere. On the mantle, in the hallway, woven into the wallpaper. She smells like rotting fruit.
He's itching to take a bite, feel the juices run down his face. His hand tightens on the banister. She's there, too. Waiting.
Title: To Strike
Info: Black Swan, Lily/Beth, Lily/Nina, PG-13. 90 words.
She doesn't feel the same duty to it as some of the dancers in the company, but Lily goes anyway. She doesn't bring flowers or a card. She doubts that Beth knows who she is. She's just one in any number of girls who've come to gawk. To point. To walk away relieved. At least that's not me, they think. Lily shifts her weight from foot to foot, eying the scar peeking out from the hospital gown. Her heart burns, to see it. Burns sharp, like a piece of glass.
Title: lying
Info: Degrassi, Holly J/Fiona/Adam, PG. 123 words.
You don't have anything against it, on principle. You're educated, mature. Fiona is too, and Jesus, if she doesn't deserve a chance at happiness, a nice guy then who the hell does? And you try not to think about her in conjunction with anything. Like. Say, Declan, or the night you'd rather forget.
But there's something about the hazy way she looks in Adam's eyes, more than half-drunk on kisses and champagne. It isn't right, you know it, and it doesn't make you feel any better when you think about her, about that night, about crawling into bed with her instead of sitting up with him.
Adam is nice, but in the memory you've concocted, he isn't the one who's there to tuck her in.
Title: Shift
Info: Mystique (Some Mystique/Magneto), X-Men First Class, PG. 83 words.
He finds her, quivering, blue.
It's the last time, she thinks, and he offers a hand. She is naked, and unashamed.
--
It gets easier, as the years pass. Less and less concentration to shift her skin into the right shade.
He looks at her once, her hair a shade of blonde, her lips a Cupid's bow. "You don't have to do that, you know." She examines her nails, barely flicks him a glance. "They should be changing for you, and not the other way around."
Title: seemed like the real thing
Info: The House of Yes, Jackie-O/Marty, PG-13. 70 words.
Marty lingers on the stairs. The rain is still going, enveloping the house like a bell jar. He can feel the pressure sucking out of the room, his voice siphoning out.
Jackie-O is everywhere. On the mantle, in the hallway, woven into the wallpaper. She smells like rotting fruit.
He's itching to take a bite, feel the juices run down his face. His hand tightens on the banister. She's there, too. Waiting.
Title: To Strike
Info: Black Swan, Lily/Beth, Lily/Nina, PG-13. 90 words.
She doesn't feel the same duty to it as some of the dancers in the company, but Lily goes anyway. She doesn't bring flowers or a card. She doubts that Beth knows who she is. She's just one in any number of girls who've come to gawk. To point. To walk away relieved. At least that's not me, they think. Lily shifts her weight from foot to foot, eying the scar peeking out from the hospital gown. Her heart burns, to see it. Burns sharp, like a piece of glass.
Title: lying
Info: Degrassi, Holly J/Fiona/Adam, PG. 123 words.
You don't have anything against it, on principle. You're educated, mature. Fiona is too, and Jesus, if she doesn't deserve a chance at happiness, a nice guy then who the hell does? And you try not to think about her in conjunction with anything. Like. Say, Declan, or the night you'd rather forget.
But there's something about the hazy way she looks in Adam's eyes, more than half-drunk on kisses and champagne. It isn't right, you know it, and it doesn't make you feel any better when you think about her, about that night, about crawling into bed with her instead of sitting up with him.
Adam is nice, but in the memory you've concocted, he isn't the one who's there to tuck her in.