[Fics: 100 prompts ] 019 ; 020
Theme: 019 - White ; 020 - Colorless
Words: 100 ; 347
Character: Saori ; Shun
Disclaimers: Saint Seiya © Masami Kurumada, Toei and Shueisha.
019 - White
Silence fell over the ballroom the moment she appeared on the top of the large staircase, her hand on the rail.
Tatsumi had begged her to change and wear a dress more adequate for a young girl, but she had shut him up with a firm glare. Paying no attention to his panicked expression, she had continued to twirl in front of the mirror, delighted with the way the fabric flowed along.
With all eyes set on her body and the very adjusted white dress that barely covered it, she walked down the stairs, feeling the queen of the world.
020 - Colorless
For the first time in his life, Shun found himself hating something. The room he was kept in held no life or color. The metallic walls made the space seem even smaller, the lack of windows suffocated him and the sight of what was his bed -a blanket and a hard pillow on the ground- reminded him every second that he had parted with everything he knew to arrive on an even harsher reality.
They had described his training grounds as a natural hell: scorching desert by day, a frozen one by night. They had told him he had no chance to survive and he absorbed that as an irrefutable truth. Imprisoned in that room, he couldn’t stop believing those words. He was sure he would die as soon as they reached his destination. Without Ikki, without being able to go back to Japan, without seeing any of the other children ever again. That was the only future he could imagine inside that bleak room.
The door to his room opened and one of the crew members, the same who had brought him the blanket and pillow the day Shun arrived to the ship, announced that they would reach their destination soon. The child squinted his eyes, blinded by the light that came from the hallway, and nodded when he realized the man had waited for some kind of answer.
“Get ready,” said the sailor before he slammed the door shut. Shun picked up his small bag and hugged it against his chest. The anticipation began to grow as all the mental images he had drawn of the Andromeda island came back to him and they formed a colorless image, built from his worst fears. He couldn’t picture it as anything else but a nightmare.
Shun pressed himself tighter against the corner, the only place where he could feel safe. Though his eyes watered, he didn’t allow the tears to fall. He had to be brave, he could not waste the chance Ikki had given him.
To repay his debt to his brother, he had to survive.
Words: 100 ; 347
Character: Saori ; Shun
Disclaimers: Saint Seiya © Masami Kurumada, Toei and Shueisha.
019 - White
Silence fell over the ballroom the moment she appeared on the top of the large staircase, her hand on the rail.
Tatsumi had begged her to change and wear a dress more adequate for a young girl, but she had shut him up with a firm glare. Paying no attention to his panicked expression, she had continued to twirl in front of the mirror, delighted with the way the fabric flowed along.
With all eyes set on her body and the very adjusted white dress that barely covered it, she walked down the stairs, feeling the queen of the world.
020 - Colorless
For the first time in his life, Shun found himself hating something. The room he was kept in held no life or color. The metallic walls made the space seem even smaller, the lack of windows suffocated him and the sight of what was his bed -a blanket and a hard pillow on the ground- reminded him every second that he had parted with everything he knew to arrive on an even harsher reality.
They had described his training grounds as a natural hell: scorching desert by day, a frozen one by night. They had told him he had no chance to survive and he absorbed that as an irrefutable truth. Imprisoned in that room, he couldn’t stop believing those words. He was sure he would die as soon as they reached his destination. Without Ikki, without being able to go back to Japan, without seeing any of the other children ever again. That was the only future he could imagine inside that bleak room.
The door to his room opened and one of the crew members, the same who had brought him the blanket and pillow the day Shun arrived to the ship, announced that they would reach their destination soon. The child squinted his eyes, blinded by the light that came from the hallway, and nodded when he realized the man had waited for some kind of answer.
“Get ready,” said the sailor before he slammed the door shut. Shun picked up his small bag and hugged it against his chest. The anticipation began to grow as all the mental images he had drawn of the Andromeda island came back to him and they formed a colorless image, built from his worst fears. He couldn’t picture it as anything else but a nightmare.
Shun pressed himself tighter against the corner, the only place where he could feel safe. Though his eyes watered, he didn’t allow the tears to fall. He had to be brave, he could not waste the chance Ikki had given him.
To repay his debt to his brother, he had to survive.