Ficlets: from the 100 prompts (037-038)
Titles: (037) sound, (038) touch
word count (037)~80 (038)~110
whos: more asgard chaps, up until #40 which is the last ficlet I've got down.
(1)warnings, (2)pleas, and (3)social niceties:
(1)these things are becoming lamer by the day, so there, be warned.
(2)Lazy as I am, now taking requests for characters/places/situations to throw in with the themes, I'm starting to see a pattern and dont know how to shake it off please?.
(3)And this is theme 38, since I've mispelled Toei's name, let me butcher up Curamada (my apologies to Kurumada-sensei). And the other owners of StS can be thanful I don't know who they are or I'd go at their names also.
037 - Sound
“There is nothing quite like it, son, you’ll see”
The little boy grabbed the handrail hard, the knuckles going white underneath his gloves. The sounds of the competition were deafening, but above it all he could hear the voice of his father, singing as he knocked yet another opponent off his feet.
Seeing the tournament for the first time in his life, Mime had to agree with his father. There was nothing quite like it, but for all the wrong reasons.
038 - Touch
Sigfried held his hand out to help her dismount, sure nobody would think of it twice. It was only natural the lady would hold on to his hand. The horse was after all a large one, fit for the difficult terrain but maybe not so much for a young woman like her.
And yet it was crucial nobody knew of all that hid after that mere touch, that nobody suspected of all the longing that turned to passion whenever their obligations allowed. The feeling was right, almost Odin-sent, but it wasn’t proper.
No, nobody should ever know, not even her sister. Especially not her. Hilda would never understand.
word count (037)~80 (038)~110
whos: more asgard chaps, up until #40 which is the last ficlet I've got down.
(1)warnings, (2)pleas, and (3)social niceties:
(1)these things are becoming lamer by the day, so there, be warned.
(2)Lazy as I am, now taking requests for characters/places/situations to throw in with the themes, I'm starting to see a pattern and dont know how to shake it off please?.
(3)And this is theme 38, since I've mispelled Toei's name, let me butcher up Curamada (my apologies to Kurumada-sensei). And the other owners of StS can be thanful I don't know who they are or I'd go at their names also.
037 - Sound
“There is nothing quite like it, son, you’ll see”
The little boy grabbed the handrail hard, the knuckles going white underneath his gloves. The sounds of the competition were deafening, but above it all he could hear the voice of his father, singing as he knocked yet another opponent off his feet.
Seeing the tournament for the first time in his life, Mime had to agree with his father. There was nothing quite like it, but for all the wrong reasons.
038 - Touch
Sigfried held his hand out to help her dismount, sure nobody would think of it twice. It was only natural the lady would hold on to his hand. The horse was after all a large one, fit for the difficult terrain but maybe not so much for a young woman like her.
And yet it was crucial nobody knew of all that hid after that mere touch, that nobody suspected of all the longing that turned to passion whenever their obligations allowed. The feeling was right, almost Odin-sent, but it wasn’t proper.
No, nobody should ever know, not even her sister. Especially not her. Hilda would never understand.