Title :: still waters
Prompt :: August 21st, “when you open up your wings to speak” [31_days]
Pairing :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 101
Summary :: Come to me, he says, and you will learn to navigate the dark.

( And she listens with the intensity of a blind child desperately at prayer. )

Title :: Primordial
Prompt :: August 17th, “beside the green apple sea” [31_days]
Pairing :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 125
Summary :: She thinks not of gardens but of seas.

( We will cast the rest of the world asunder, and nothing matters beyond the gates of our own arms )

Title :: Mortarshells
Prompt :: August 16th, “the crumbling distance between wrong and right” [31_days]
Pairing :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 100
Summary :: She is his tower, and he is her wall.

( fit so closely even no mortar dares exist between the stone-curve arch of their hands and spines )

Title :: in His image
Prompt :: July 25th, “take my hand, hold your breath” [31_days]
Pairing :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Summary :: She does not know what passes between them, when she reaches for his hand.

( part the seduction of skin to skin and part the simple sanctity of the laying-on of palms )

Title :: Lures
Prompt :: May 13th, “feral child raised by puppets” [31_days]
Characters/Pairing :: Chrome; 6996 implied
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 125
Summary :: She remembers storybooks, pretty painted pictures and carefully scripted pages that were not allowed to turn, under anything beyond her own hands.

( little girls lost in the darkest of woods )

Title :: Checkmates
Prompt :: May 8th, “just abnormal enough to survive” [31_days]
Characters :: Kokuyo ♥
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 115
Summary :: It is what her Mukuro-sama would call a posse, or pawns, or perhaps possessions, those starkly black and white pieces that he moves about on his most intricate of boards.

( if she had the understanding or the words )

Title :: Chromaticity
Prompt :: May 2nd, “an old friend you just met” [31_days]
Pairing :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 150
Summary :: They see themselves in shattered glass.

( bits and pieces spread out like impossible puzzles with edges far too sharp to connect, like distorted scrying pools where blood congeals and paints the world red and red and red )

Title :: Distillations
Prompt :: April 28th, “like trying to weave a box of shadows in which to carry water” [31_days]
Pairing :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 100
Summary :: There is no life here.

( the death-mask of mouths not made to naturally smile )

Title :: Fixations
Prompt :: April 19th, “in desperation, anything becomes possible” [31_days]
Characters/Pairings :: Chrome, mentions of Mukuro; 6996 implied
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 175
Summary :: She had never cared to breathe on her own.

( Never paid heed to the soft swishing of air inside emptied rooms, that only served to emphasise the static echo of her heart; never acknowledged it as anything beyond an unnecessary distraction, something that blocked her way. )

Title :: Circumvolve
Prompt :: April 15th, “how long have I been walking down this road?” [31_days]
Pairings :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 121
Summary :: Her footfalls are a heartbeat all their own; she is his vassal and her body his vessel, and so the tempo of her progress can only echo the pulse he has set within her.

( the rhythm of them is the most constant thing she knows )