Ficlets: from the 100 prompts (21 to 24)
Titles: (021) friends (022) enemies (023) lovers (024) family
word count: (021) ~140 (022)~100 (023) ~110 (024) ~85
who: (021) Kiki and Mu (022)Hyoga and Hagen (023) Camus (024) ?
Disclaimer: This time I looked it up. You can go to the article in the wiki to see who owns StS. Sadly, my name is nowhere there.
021- Friends
Mu stirred and yawned, the day was bright and it was good to be home.
Kiki was probably still sleeping, unconcerned by all the terrible things that went on at the place that would have been his training ground had things been the way they should have. Footsteps down the stairs, a delighted scream and the child was all over him.
The day went in a breeze, since Kiki’s questions about the outside world seemed to have no end. When Mu turned in to go to bed he was exhausted but happy.
Kiki sat on the highest level of the house, looking out to the mountains. He was glad the master was back unharmed, but also a bit disappointed. He had hoped Sanctuary would be safe, so they could go live there. Here he had no friends.
022- Enemies
- “What did I do to deserve this?”
Hyoga arched his eyebrows and stared at Hagen, who laid a few meters away looking hard at him, his mouth still open after speaking.
- “So come and do something about it, Hagen. Live up to the enemy you are supposed to be.”
A few hours later, the two men hadn’t still left their shared bed. Oddly enough, the Asgard war was the best thing that had ever happened to either of them. Hadn’t they met as enemies, they would have never met at all. And that would have been a true pity.
023 - Lovers
The wind had made a mess of his always-neat room; he should have remembered to close the window. There were so many things he should have done. But he hadn’t, and now the room was a disaster, and so was his life.
Camus lifted every piece of paper until he found it: just a cheap, thin paper card, so worn out by the many times he had read it that the corners were soft and spongy. The ink was blurry where his tears had fallen, making entire words illegible. But there was one word that still looked as it did the first time he read it years ago: bye*.
*NOTE: The lover in question was an ugly, good-for-nothing passerby, not Milo. I repeat, Camus' lover was a loser. Just in case you people were getting ideas. ;)
024 - Family
It was good to snuggle up with them at the end of every day. He had seen many things and suffered many hardships, but he had what most of the other boys destined to be warriors of one god or another didn’t: a family.
With them by his side, nothing mattered and life was good. Outside the winter was picking up, soon the days would shrink to almost nothing and food would become scarce, but Fenrir didn’t fear a thing. He had his wolves.
word count: (021) ~140 (022)~100 (023) ~110 (024) ~85
who: (021) Kiki and Mu (022)Hyoga and Hagen (023) Camus (024) ?
Disclaimer: This time I looked it up. You can go to the article in the wiki to see who owns StS. Sadly, my name is nowhere there.
021- Friends
Mu stirred and yawned, the day was bright and it was good to be home.
Kiki was probably still sleeping, unconcerned by all the terrible things that went on at the place that would have been his training ground had things been the way they should have. Footsteps down the stairs, a delighted scream and the child was all over him.
The day went in a breeze, since Kiki’s questions about the outside world seemed to have no end. When Mu turned in to go to bed he was exhausted but happy.
Kiki sat on the highest level of the house, looking out to the mountains. He was glad the master was back unharmed, but also a bit disappointed. He had hoped Sanctuary would be safe, so they could go live there. Here he had no friends.
022- Enemies
- “What did I do to deserve this?”
Hyoga arched his eyebrows and stared at Hagen, who laid a few meters away looking hard at him, his mouth still open after speaking.
- “So come and do something about it, Hagen. Live up to the enemy you are supposed to be.”
A few hours later, the two men hadn’t still left their shared bed. Oddly enough, the Asgard war was the best thing that had ever happened to either of them. Hadn’t they met as enemies, they would have never met at all. And that would have been a true pity.
023 - Lovers
The wind had made a mess of his always-neat room; he should have remembered to close the window. There were so many things he should have done. But he hadn’t, and now the room was a disaster, and so was his life.
Camus lifted every piece of paper until he found it: just a cheap, thin paper card, so worn out by the many times he had read it that the corners were soft and spongy. The ink was blurry where his tears had fallen, making entire words illegible. But there was one word that still looked as it did the first time he read it years ago: bye*.
*NOTE: The lover in question was an ugly, good-for-nothing passerby, not Milo. I repeat, Camus' lover was a loser. Just in case you people were getting ideas. ;)
024 - Family
It was good to snuggle up with them at the end of every day. He had seen many things and suffered many hardships, but he had what most of the other boys destined to be warriors of one god or another didn’t: a family.
With them by his side, nothing mattered and life was good. Outside the winter was picking up, soon the days would shrink to almost nothing and food would become scarce, but Fenrir didn’t fear a thing. He had his wolves.