they're probably dirty again by now
I am stuck without the things I'm ever working on, so I'm ressurecting a meme that for a few brilliant moments was the greatest ever.
I refer to (can there be any doubt) mostly gen shower ficlets!
Give me two characters, and I will write them having a shower together! I shall ask that they be characters I know fairly well*, and both from the ( Read more... )
I refer to (can there be any doubt) mostly gen shower ficlets!
Give me two characters, and I will write them having a shower together! I shall ask that they be characters I know fairly well*, and both from the ( Read more... )
Kara made her report of the incident; quick, devoid of any emotional tangents, and reasonably accurate to what Amanda Waller knew from other streams of information. Then Kara took an elevator to the surface and walked through the meadow camouflaging the underground complex. Waller watched through security screens as Kara sat on a midsized boulder and stared up at streaks of white falling from the sky.
Waller didn't believe any human being was capable of fully understanding how a Kryptonian saw the world, but she understood well enough that Kara Zor-El could have watched the light show from nearly anywhere to no difference; back in orbit, where the battle was struck; or closer to the rays of Earth's regenerating sun; or curled up in the Metropolis apartment building she now shared with the once First Lady and secret service agents of varying subtlety. And a cat.
Or any other place without the recording devices Waller had no illusions about her ability to hide. Which meant, Waller considered, as Kara sighed and angled her head thoughtfully at the sky, that this display was put on special for her. The girl wanted something. Maybe an assurance that Waller was affected by the events of that day. Maybe just to see if Waller was paying attention.
Waller turned away from her screens and went up to ground level herself. The meadow grass was long and sweet smelling in the cooling air, and the first hints of dew dampened her stockings as she waded forward. Looked like it ought to be peaceful, but three frogs croaked back and forth and back and night-birds cried and tiny insects hummed around her face. The surrounding trees rustled against each other and cast fuzzy, moonlit shadows against the grass.
Amanda Waller was very certain nothing lurked in the wild to ambush her - and with a Thangarian weapon under her jacket and a Kryptonian moping twenty paces away, extremely certain nothing lurked she couldn't handle. But she never felt quite right without a city around her, too exposed outside her native habitat of high cement walls and flickering yellow bulbs. The night noises she'd grown up with were dirty engines and bad music too loud on bad radios. Baby crying two thin-walled apartments over, mother singing lullabies in a high pitched Jamaican accent, grandmother dying noisily of lung disease, every wheezed breath halfway a cough.
Sharp bang of firecracker or gunshot. Sirens building faster and faster, her breath held for a superstitious half-second until they pass, stretching into the distance.
And in this alien place, an alien teenager leaning back on a hand, pretending she was unaware of anything except the sky above.
Fuck girl, it's contagious.
Waller closed the rest of the distance to the rock. She glanced at Kara, followed her gaze up to the sky, turned to her again with an eyebrow raised. "What you looking at?" she said.
Kara shrugged - an almost perfectly human gesture. "Same thing as you."
"Meteor shower?" Amanda said, not accurately. "That's nothing too rare, these days."
"Stars," Kara said, "burning to the earth."
Amanda quirked half a smile to herself. She knew as much about the late Krypton as anyone who hadn't been there before it exploded - less details than the academics she'd retained to argue through the wilder guesswork, but the important things... Its religion had been extremely pervasive for such a scientifically inclined society, and Rao was a jealous god. The Krypton word for star doubled as the Krypton word for monster.
Good description of the things falling from orbit, but Amanda let Kara keep her pun. She'd found it was often useful to let the metas feel a little superior to ordinary Homo sapiens, as long as they seemed inclined to a protective streak. And being underestimated made other things easier. If they became necessary.
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