Short fanfic
Hello!
Since some of you urged me to post fanfiction in my intro post, here's a short drabble I wrote a while ago. :) It's one of the few things I've written that I didn't read over and go "hahaha wow, this is awful," so I thought it would be a good one to post, lol.
There's probably some grammar mistakes and stuff, but I didn't go back to edit this at all, so please bear with me. XD; Any feedback is appreciated -- I'm always worried that the fanfics I write are out-of-character. ^^;
Title: Conclusion
Rating: G
Characters: Fakir/Ahiru
It was a beautiful summer day at the lake; the pristine water glistened in the sunlight, and sparse clouds moved slowly against the backdrop of the vibrant sky. Fakir, pen in hand, looked out at the scenery with an indifferent gaze. He had just finished a chapter of his story, and now sought to talk with a particular little duck that waddled on the grass a few yards away.
At the sound of Fakir's voice calling out her name, the duck perked its head up and walked cheerfully over to the writer. She gave him a joyous quack.
"Hey," Fakir replied.
She tilted her head as she eyed the manuscript in his lap.
"What, you want to read it?" Fakir held up the chapter he'd just completed. "Here you go." He placed it gently on the grass. The duck seemed to smile at him, then she squatted in front of the paper. She transfixed her attention onto the story and was soon lost in its elegant words.
Fakir stared down at her. The image of the duck reading his story was an odd one. The two things he once shunned -- the art of writing and the perky girl who urged him to take it up -- were now his two greatest sources of comfort.
He turned and focused on the scenery once again. His mind was at peace; his heart was content. As a bird chirped in the distance, Fakir let a smile brush across his lips.
He had defied fate, but there was no glory waiting for him: no triumphant celebration, no place among the names immortalized in history books. Instead, he only found a pen, and the duty of keeping his promise to stay by the side of the one he loved. And, if he was honest with himself, those were the only things he really needed.
Since some of you urged me to post fanfiction in my intro post, here's a short drabble I wrote a while ago. :) It's one of the few things I've written that I didn't read over and go "hahaha wow, this is awful," so I thought it would be a good one to post, lol.
There's probably some grammar mistakes and stuff, but I didn't go back to edit this at all, so please bear with me. XD; Any feedback is appreciated -- I'm always worried that the fanfics I write are out-of-character. ^^;
Title: Conclusion
Rating: G
Characters: Fakir/Ahiru
It was a beautiful summer day at the lake; the pristine water glistened in the sunlight, and sparse clouds moved slowly against the backdrop of the vibrant sky. Fakir, pen in hand, looked out at the scenery with an indifferent gaze. He had just finished a chapter of his story, and now sought to talk with a particular little duck that waddled on the grass a few yards away.
At the sound of Fakir's voice calling out her name, the duck perked its head up and walked cheerfully over to the writer. She gave him a joyous quack.
"Hey," Fakir replied.
She tilted her head as she eyed the manuscript in his lap.
"What, you want to read it?" Fakir held up the chapter he'd just completed. "Here you go." He placed it gently on the grass. The duck seemed to smile at him, then she squatted in front of the paper. She transfixed her attention onto the story and was soon lost in its elegant words.
Fakir stared down at her. The image of the duck reading his story was an odd one. The two things he once shunned -- the art of writing and the perky girl who urged him to take it up -- were now his two greatest sources of comfort.
He turned and focused on the scenery once again. His mind was at peace; his heart was content. As a bird chirped in the distance, Fakir let a smile brush across his lips.
He had defied fate, but there was no glory waiting for him: no triumphant celebration, no place among the names immortalized in history books. Instead, he only found a pen, and the duty of keeping his promise to stay by the side of the one he loved. And, if he was honest with himself, those were the only things he really needed.