dribble-dribble-DRABBLE! for Fruits Basket; recommending a webcomic
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Disclaimer: Natsuki Takaya fecit Qualum Frugum.
Title: Ripples and reflections
Rating: K
Category: Angstlet (ze ficlet of angst)
Pairings: Shigure + Mayu; one-sided Mayu/Hatori.
Summary: Jellyfish have feelings too.
Spoilers: For Mayu's flashback in Vol. 10 of the manga.
Author’s Note: 100-word drabble with a goofy title. Ah well.
Ripples and Reflections
This could be the greatest lesson of Shigure's college years.
Her parents' bookstore. He's reading by the half-light through the shades. Mayu stares outside, book face-down in her lap.
A breeze brings Kana's laugh, Hatori's murmur back.
A brief flutter of eyelashes, a tiny swallow (Shigure has excellent peripheral vision). Eyes slide back to his page while his writer's mind jots observations.
Then all thoughts freeze. Mayu's fingers are on his sleeve.
Through rushing blood in his ears, a cold voice-his. "What?"
That tiny, enormous touch drops away. "Nothing."
His eyes sting, later. (Too much reading in poor light.)
I've fallen in love with this webcomic (found via the rich list of links on the website of bakashoujiki):
No Rest for the Wicked
It twines together various familiar fairytales in a smoky new blend--I have no idea what the outcome's going to be! The art (mostly in black and white and shades of gray) has a manga feel.
Disclaimer: Natsuki Takaya fecit Qualum Frugum.
Title: Ripples and reflections
Rating: K
Category: Angstlet (ze ficlet of angst)
Pairings: Shigure + Mayu; one-sided Mayu/Hatori.
Summary: Jellyfish have feelings too.
Spoilers: For Mayu's flashback in Vol. 10 of the manga.
Author’s Note: 100-word drabble with a goofy title. Ah well.
Ripples and Reflections
This could be the greatest lesson of Shigure's college years.
Her parents' bookstore. He's reading by the half-light through the shades. Mayu stares outside, book face-down in her lap.
A breeze brings Kana's laugh, Hatori's murmur back.
A brief flutter of eyelashes, a tiny swallow (Shigure has excellent peripheral vision). Eyes slide back to his page while his writer's mind jots observations.
Then all thoughts freeze. Mayu's fingers are on his sleeve.
Through rushing blood in his ears, a cold voice-his. "What?"
That tiny, enormous touch drops away. "Nothing."
His eyes sting, later. (Too much reading in poor light.)
I've fallen in love with this webcomic (found via the rich list of links on the website of bakashoujiki):
No Rest for the Wicked
It twines together various familiar fairytales in a smoky new blend--I have no idea what the outcome's going to be! The art (mostly in black and white and shades of gray) has a manga feel.