Strawberry Banana 15/Coffee 14/Pralines and Cream 10 Pocky with Caramel
Author: miameirohara
Challenge: Strawberry Banana 15) unrequited feelings, Coffee 14) tub, and Pralines and Cream 10) nest egg
Extra: Pocky and Caramel
Rated: G
Word Count: 100
Story Title: None
Story: Regalia Myth
Summary: Ain Symphony breaks the ties that bind.
Author's Note: It's been days since I posted, so...a Pocky to make up for the slacking off ^-^. Ain Symphony, in a piece of her very own! Yay! Caramel, because I'm sure Ain Symphony would never do this unless there was a certainty that her battles were over. Longer, spoiler-y version available. Unbeta’d.
It's pink, it's lavender, and it's tan. All at once.
It's gathered and corded on string of well-worn leather.
It's on an altar in the storage room. Wrapped in black cloth, scented of rosemary. Surrounded by other artifacts nowhere as pedigreed.
A priceless family heirloom. Handed down in an unbroken matriarchal legacy.
Ain Symphony knows exactly what to contribute when two trusted schoolgirls ask for donations to their time capsule project.
“Bury it so no one will ever find it again,” she instructs cheerfully, pushing the swaddled rosary into their collection basket. “I want that thing out of my sight.”
(*Psst*: I'm still sampling everyone's pieces, right now I'm on the batches completed on Sunday ^-^)
Challenge: Strawberry Banana 15) unrequited feelings, Coffee 14) tub, and Pralines and Cream 10) nest egg
Extra: Pocky and Caramel
Rated: G
Word Count: 100
Story Title: None
Story: Regalia Myth
Summary: Ain Symphony breaks the ties that bind.
Author's Note: It's been days since I posted, so...a Pocky to make up for the slacking off ^-^. Ain Symphony, in a piece of her very own! Yay! Caramel, because I'm sure Ain Symphony would never do this unless there was a certainty that her battles were over. Longer, spoiler-y version available. Unbeta’d.
It's pink, it's lavender, and it's tan. All at once.
It's gathered and corded on string of well-worn leather.
It's on an altar in the storage room. Wrapped in black cloth, scented of rosemary. Surrounded by other artifacts nowhere as pedigreed.
A priceless family heirloom. Handed down in an unbroken matriarchal legacy.
Ain Symphony knows exactly what to contribute when two trusted schoolgirls ask for donations to their time capsule project.
“Bury it so no one will ever find it again,” she instructs cheerfully, pushing the swaddled rosary into their collection basket. “I want that thing out of my sight.”
(*Psst*: I'm still sampling everyone's pieces, right now I'm on the batches completed on Sunday ^-^)