Ficlets: from the 100 prompts (074- 075)
Titles: (074) dark (075) shade
word count: (074) ~160 (075) ~40 (see, undertheice? this is the way to go!)
whos: (074) DM and Aphro (075) Aioria
disclaimer: three quarters down with these prompts, it's starting to dawn on me that this repetition of the disclaimer may be considered by some as an insult to your intelligence. Please bear with me, forms demand that Kurumada and Toei's name appear, and by no means I'm saying anything about your memory.
074 - Dark
- We’re dead, hadn’t you noticed? We chose the wrong side, the losing side, and paid for it with our lives.
It was difficult to measure time in the Underworld, with no sun to tell of the days that went by or moon to mark the passing of a month. Still, Deathmask was sure they had been dead for quite a while. He could feel it in his bones, in the longing to be alive that clung to every inch of his spirit. He was no more powerful here than any child that found his death choking in his bed sheets at night. He detested being powerless. Aphrodite, on the other hand, had other concerns. Anguished thoughts that came through the cracks in the walls of their cells.
- It’s dark in here. I can’t see my face.
Deathmask wished again he could muster his old strength; he would break down the wall and shut up Aphrodite for good.
075 - Shade
As a child, he had been his very shadow, never straying too far from him. But how he wished now he could step out of the long dark shade of his memory. He wanted to be himself, Aioria, not anybody’s brother anymore.
word count: (074) ~160 (075) ~40 (see, undertheice? this is the way to go!)
whos: (074) DM and Aphro (075) Aioria
disclaimer: three quarters down with these prompts, it's starting to dawn on me that this repetition of the disclaimer may be considered by some as an insult to your intelligence. Please bear with me, forms demand that Kurumada and Toei's name appear, and by no means I'm saying anything about your memory.
074 - Dark
- We’re dead, hadn’t you noticed? We chose the wrong side, the losing side, and paid for it with our lives.
It was difficult to measure time in the Underworld, with no sun to tell of the days that went by or moon to mark the passing of a month. Still, Deathmask was sure they had been dead for quite a while. He could feel it in his bones, in the longing to be alive that clung to every inch of his spirit. He was no more powerful here than any child that found his death choking in his bed sheets at night. He detested being powerless. Aphrodite, on the other hand, had other concerns. Anguished thoughts that came through the cracks in the walls of their cells.
- It’s dark in here. I can’t see my face.
Deathmask wished again he could muster his old strength; he would break down the wall and shut up Aphrodite for good.
075 - Shade
As a child, he had been his very shadow, never straying too far from him. But how he wished now he could step out of the long dark shade of his memory. He wanted to be himself, Aioria, not anybody’s brother anymore.