Silver and Gold + And All That Time I Was Silent Still
Title: And All That Time I Was Silent Still
Story Continuity: Battle For the Sun
Flavors: Blackberry 30: dead man walking, Gingerbread 15: gold from straw, Cheesecake 14: There'd be no ties of time and space to bind me
Topping/Extra: Chopped Nuts, Malt (1306: Loss), Cherry (experimenting with extreme brevity)
Rating: PG
Summary: What they would have said if they'd had the time. [Or, deathfic part deux: the footnotes.]
I'm sorry you couldn't love me; I'm not sorry I still love you.
Kristen Morrow to Mindy Morrow.
Should I be asking how many kittens I slaughtered in what number of past lives to merit dying like that, or when it was that you realized you were a terrible sadist?
Cyprian Corvo to the Executive Power.
I just hope I would have made you proud, if you'd lived to see me.
Cliff Knight to Emery Matveyev Knight.
No seriously, it's not that hard to tell the difference between a glaive and a scythe, you will never even know how much this pisses me off.
Jaida Lenore Ames to That Graft Taggart.
You have five seconds before I grow bored of death and return to revenge myself.
Ragnar Merridan to his killer.
Remember me fondly, but remember to move on, as well.
Mashiro Yuuki to Saki Kida.
Title: Silver and Gold
Story Continuity: Battle For the Sun
Flavors: Blackberry 7: off the hook, Mango 22: damage control, Cheesecake 26: of course, quid pro quo, you're expected
Word count: 180 (pocky fail)
Rating: PG
Summary: Cliff's living the dream. Unfortunately, the dream includes Jaida, but even she's not all bad. Mostly.
When Cliff was younger, gold was just some color poets liked to wax lyrical about when there was nothing better around, but Cliff knew now that gold was so much more than that - the hair of his sister, the metal of his father's signet ring, the color of a gentry he will never again be part of, and good riddance. Slayer life was much more rewarding, though so incredibly different Cliff wondered if he'd been given some other man's life without knowing.
Whenever someone said in the past that his attitude was reprehensible, Cliff would smirk proudly; the question mostly comes up at taverns now in the form of, "I don't think I like your attitude." Cliff's default reply now is to stare pointedly at Jaida, who could fairly reliably be sexually harassing some poor white collar with a razor, and say, "Seriously, dude?"
It was when Jaida found out he was using her for protection that he started needing gold again. Life was more rewarding now, but Jaida's inclusion in his life was something of a mixed blessing like that.
Story Continuity: Battle For the Sun
Flavors: Blackberry 30: dead man walking, Gingerbread 15: gold from straw, Cheesecake 14: There'd be no ties of time and space to bind me
Topping/Extra: Chopped Nuts, Malt (1306: Loss), Cherry (experimenting with extreme brevity)
Rating: PG
Summary: What they would have said if they'd had the time. [Or, deathfic part deux: the footnotes.]
I'm sorry you couldn't love me; I'm not sorry I still love you.
Kristen Morrow to Mindy Morrow.
Should I be asking how many kittens I slaughtered in what number of past lives to merit dying like that, or when it was that you realized you were a terrible sadist?
Cyprian Corvo to the Executive Power.
I just hope I would have made you proud, if you'd lived to see me.
Cliff Knight to Emery Matveyev Knight.
No seriously, it's not that hard to tell the difference between a glaive and a scythe, you will never even know how much this pisses me off.
Jaida Lenore Ames to That Graft Taggart.
You have five seconds before I grow bored of death and return to revenge myself.
Ragnar Merridan to his killer.
Remember me fondly, but remember to move on, as well.
Mashiro Yuuki to Saki Kida.
Title: Silver and Gold
Story Continuity: Battle For the Sun
Flavors: Blackberry 7: off the hook, Mango 22: damage control, Cheesecake 26: of course, quid pro quo, you're expected
Word count: 180 (pocky fail)
Rating: PG
Summary: Cliff's living the dream. Unfortunately, the dream includes Jaida, but even she's not all bad. Mostly.
When Cliff was younger, gold was just some color poets liked to wax lyrical about when there was nothing better around, but Cliff knew now that gold was so much more than that - the hair of his sister, the metal of his father's signet ring, the color of a gentry he will never again be part of, and good riddance. Slayer life was much more rewarding, though so incredibly different Cliff wondered if he'd been given some other man's life without knowing.
Whenever someone said in the past that his attitude was reprehensible, Cliff would smirk proudly; the question mostly comes up at taverns now in the form of, "I don't think I like your attitude." Cliff's default reply now is to stare pointedly at Jaida, who could fairly reliably be sexually harassing some poor white collar with a razor, and say, "Seriously, dude?"
It was when Jaida found out he was using her for protection that he started needing gold again. Life was more rewarding now, but Jaida's inclusion in his life was something of a mixed blessing like that.