Titles: (041) Shapes, (042) Triangle
Word count: 100 and 100
whos: Goldies: (041) DM&Aldebaran, (042) Kanon, Saga
who owns what: Mr Kurumada and Toei own StS. I own a bitch-cat named BadMood; Or he owns me, we haven't settled it yet.
041 - Shapes
They had looked at the map of the sky together often when they were children. And somehow Deathmask found in it the first grain to build his mountain of disdain.
Those shapes their masters pointed at during the night had nothing to do with them. There were no crabs, no rams and certainly no bulls to be found in the lines that connected their stars. There was no meaning to the power they yielded, just the power itself.
As Deathmask crossed Taurus in the way to his Temple, Aldebaran regretted once more having made that remark all those years ago.
042 - Triangle
- It’s nice to finally be alone and have some time to talk, just the three of us. We have many things to discuss.
Kanon jumped in his chair, startled. He hadn’t heard Saga coming in, and now his twin was blocking the only door of the windowless room. There was nowhere to run.
- Saga, are you going to invite our guest in? You’ve been talking about this dinner all week long, but never mentioned his name.
Saga closed the door behind him and, Kanon noted nervously, locked it.
- But we’re all here already. Me, you and…well, me.