Ficlets: from the 100 prompts (058- 060)
Titles: (058) dinner (059) food (060) drink
whos: (058)twins (059)Shun&June (060) Rhadamanthys
word counts:(058)56 (059)90 (060)144
disclaimer:We don't need no education (credit goes to REM Pink Floyd (thanks for the tip, people)) to know who owns StS: Kurumada, Toei, Shaeis... damn, maybe we do. And the other guys.
058 - Dinner
- I told you, you should have said something. What are we going to do now?
- And then he would have thrown one of us out. Doesn’t sound like a good idea to me, brother.
Kanon and Saga look at each other, and back at their problem: Two hungry, tired kids and just one dinner.
059 - Food
- And you call this food.
- I call this a meal, and one that took a long time to prepare, at that. But please feel free to go fetch your own if you don’t like it.
June picked around in her plate. She knew it wasn’t nice to bug Shun, especially after he had spent the best part of the afternoon preparing what had been his favorite plate back at home. And the proof was his unusual touchiness.
Still, she couldn’t refrain herself. How does raw fish make food?
060 - Drink
The gravestone was laid, and the soul whirled towards Hades. Just one among the thousands that would take the trip today.
From his seat, he could see the children and husband retiring in tears. Their embrace and the soft consoling words irked him. Fools. He knew what would come next. In every culture, families and friends gather together around a table to find comfort in their times of pain. Their reach for peace and calm extends towards a damned table, much more than towards the altar of some church.
Rhadamanthys chuckled at their naivety. He knew what comes after the pain of death, only fools look for comfort in stupid family meals or the meager consolations of their poor faiths. He knew where the true consolation to human misery lay. Reaching for his trusted scotch, Rhadamanthys wondered why humans were so short-sighted about it.
whos: (058)twins (059)Shun&June (060) Rhadamanthys
word counts:(058)56 (059)90 (060)144
disclaimer:We don't need no education (credit goes to REM Pink Floyd (thanks for the tip, people)) to know who owns StS: Kurumada, Toei, Shaeis... damn, maybe we do. And the other guys.
058 - Dinner
- I told you, you should have said something. What are we going to do now?
- And then he would have thrown one of us out. Doesn’t sound like a good idea to me, brother.
Kanon and Saga look at each other, and back at their problem: Two hungry, tired kids and just one dinner.
059 - Food
- And you call this food.
- I call this a meal, and one that took a long time to prepare, at that. But please feel free to go fetch your own if you don’t like it.
June picked around in her plate. She knew it wasn’t nice to bug Shun, especially after he had spent the best part of the afternoon preparing what had been his favorite plate back at home. And the proof was his unusual touchiness.
Still, she couldn’t refrain herself. How does raw fish make food?
060 - Drink
The gravestone was laid, and the soul whirled towards Hades. Just one among the thousands that would take the trip today.
From his seat, he could see the children and husband retiring in tears. Their embrace and the soft consoling words irked him. Fools. He knew what would come next. In every culture, families and friends gather together around a table to find comfort in their times of pain. Their reach for peace and calm extends towards a damned table, much more than towards the altar of some church.
Rhadamanthys chuckled at their naivety. He knew what comes after the pain of death, only fools look for comfort in stupid family meals or the meager consolations of their poor faiths. He knew where the true consolation to human misery lay. Reaching for his trusted scotch, Rhadamanthys wondered why humans were so short-sighted about it.