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 :: 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 :: Disenchantments
Prompt :: March 28th, “real faith, my dear, is just a dream” [31_days]
Pairing :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 125
Summary :: It’s easiest to become the world, he whispers, to those who don’t believe in the world at all.

( For those who don’t believe in the world themselves. )

Title :: For Thine is the Kingdom
Prompt :: March 10th, “eyes I dare not meet in dreams” [31_days]
Pairings :: 6996
Rating :: PG-13
Wordcount :: 269
Summary :: He watches through a burning haze as he rains down death and destruction like some strangely benevolent god (what he offers is freedom and escape, even if others are too blinded by fear to see), ( Read more... )

Title :: Spectrums
Prompt :: February 26th, “And light becomes what it touches” [31_days]
Pairing :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 100
Summary :: There was no disconnect, here.

( no sense of the separation and distance between them, no concept of the miles and the walls )