DRABBLES

[travelingtails]

From Over Here

I'll just be putting each drabble in it's own comment. :|a

Prompts:

✿Alistair and Cousland -- Can you help me out of this armor?

✿Garrus and Tali -- So what do you think of the new undead Shepard?

Alistair -- Cheese. First time.

Riley and Buffy, Collide (Prompt: The World Spins Madly On)

Tobias and Rachel, Free (Prompt: All

Comments

Ethan and Rose, Breakable

[travelingtails]

What Rose needed to understand was that she was not invincible. No one was.

Even a woman like her, built so tough and cemented over with miles of armor, could break. And that type made an especially nice cracking sound when they shattered.

The corners of his lips curved up minutely, and Ethan reached for a crystal paperweight on his desk. The thing was heavy and ridiculously expensive, a hand-crafted gift from a rival company just before he'd bought it out from under them. It had a tiny enchantment core of its own, nothing like the power of a true Crux, but capable of its own small enchantments. Anything it touched, even things much heavier than paper, would stay down.

Theoretically, of course.

The paperweight was beautiful, heavy, and hard as a diamond. Ethan could throw it against the wall a dozen times and barely scratch the surface. If he ever so desired to break it, that wouldn't be the way-- no, with something designed so hard as this, one had to work on cracking the inside first. Tiny, careful, hairline breaks in very strategic places-- and in no time at all, the paperweight would crumble to dust.

He wondered if Rose even knew about the hairline fractures he was carefully digging into her soul.

Now that his younger brother had run away like a dog with its tail between its legs, he had no real reason for his subtle attacks on the fiery redhead anymore. Alexander was out of the picture, just like he'd wanted. Even Rose, the perennial thorn who insisted on wedging herself into all his best laid plans, hadn't been able to make him stay. And now that Ethan had achieved his original goal, he could've let go of his small private quest to watch Rosalie D'Montrier shatter into lovely tiny pieces.

Except that she pissed him off.

And it kept him entertained, sort of like a hobby. Instead of collecting stamps, he hammered crack after crack into her iron facade, just to see how many it would take to break her completely. It kept him occupied in the boring hours of work.

He set the weight down carefully, deliberately, watching the light reflect through the crystal and break apart across the far wall. Yes, he thought. Just a few more cracks. Just a few more calm, deliberate pushes, and the only other person to have ever tried to stand up to him in his life would be finely ground under his foot, as she was meant to be.