One Sentence Ficlets
From milliways_bar Daily Entertainment this morning
Category chosen by POV, cross-over frequently. Updated as more are written.
Ouran High School Host Club
I. Haruhi likes the first conversation she has with Piotr Rasputin, likes best watching him paint in slow, steady strokes with that methodical choosing of colors (but remembers most how he didn't press her if she didn't have an answer to a question for a minute longer than most people; didn't seem to mind if she took her time to know the real answer for herself first).
II. She doesn't know why they all look so shocked when she says she can mend the hem of the shoulder split in Hikaru's jacket (from the tumble with his brother), which leads to trying not to fluster when she can't help but notice they are all watching her from their different vantage points while she does so, and she can manage that easily enough, they always seem to be staring at her when she does absolutely normal things -- but it does take an act of true effort to drown out Tamaki's voice while he's making a soliloquy about the grace of her hands and how brave she is to be so humble and compassionate towards them in her little everyday common acts.
Robin Hood (BBC)
I. Marian's seen a lot of strange things in Milliways in her three years, though she remains a lady even still, and even if The Cullen's are a bit more odd than most, she finds comfort in the lady of their family -- the way she smiles bright and open, talking softly, yet with a will of compassionate uncloaked steel; it reminds her of her mother, and so she always asks Esme to join her for tea, and neither ever even think on the fact she doesn't drink it.
II. She was nervous the first time Kate showed her hold to hold a six-shooter and fire -- hands never anything less than perfectly steady, yet heart racing like a wobbly just born colt -- but the first time she shot it alone, the first time it slammed the target the way she wanted it, she hollered in a quite unladylike surprised triumph and Kate's laughter was the perfect matching prize.
Twilight
I. It's the little things he treasures most, even after she changes -- the way she ducks her head (when she would have blushed), or pulls in her shoulders (when she's uncertain), wraps her arm around her chest like she could crush it (when she's catches the cost of her choice once more), manages to almost trip on a tree limb (only to land with immaculate grace), even to lose everything from a pair of keys to the map and even herself in new cities (in less than two blocks).
II. He shouldn't be surprised, no one else is when Alice starts giggling and blurts it out right before the phone rings, especially since she begged them to let her go off wandering on her own -- all tiny, golden eyed bravado and pleading; which he never could win against, and definitely doesn't, especially, now that she has new ways to convince him she's right -- so he tries, even failing, to keep the note of hilarious smug adoration out of his tone as he gives her directions back to their hotel
III. They look so perfect -- the way their fingers link and her tiny ring glimmers, the way Esme smiles as though she might truly explode from the sensation in her chest which has swept across Edward's own head all day, the Carlisle can't stop whispering the word wife in an awe and reverence akin to God -- that any tiny lingering doubts he might have had are swept away entirely, but that still doesn't grant Carlisle forgiveness for kissing him goodbye right before it, not for many decades.
IV. There are many things Edward would do for Carlisle -- he just never imagined the next request being a stupidly preppy school in Tokyo, where they've relocated, where he'd be goaded by the most blonde sappy angsty child in the whole universe to join a Host Club on the merits of his face alone; nor had it helped when he'd said, he wouldn't join without his sister and the taller, dark-haired, quiet, though only on the outside, one behind the boy-king said, "She's not as captivating, still beautiful, of course, like all his relatives, but they have this graceful...and touching, not talking thing down that mesmerizes everyone near them. I've done the totals: we could market it, even if she is girl."
V. He should have assumed the little blond boy would see him the one day the sun decided to come out against the predictions of their day; it was hard to figure out what was weirder: the fact the reaction to him sparkling was only to beg him harder to join, because no one had this truly amazingly wonderfully beautiful trait in his club, like a thirteen year old girl begging for date or that he did so with a peerlessly shameless lack of ulterior interest in Edward, himself.
X-Men
I. Illyana told herself she just wanted to look at it and she really hadn't thought that meant she wanted to have a scorching tirade at it which would end up on her knees, in tears, reaching out to trace the sooty letters of her name; but she's used to the not knowing now, always feeling she's missing something somewhere, a puzzle where the pieces are all the wrong shape and started falling off the table before the box was opened, and she can't help the fury and despair in thinking that not only was her life taken from her her -- but her death, as well.
Category chosen by POV, cross-over frequently. Updated as more are written.
Ouran High School Host Club
I. Haruhi likes the first conversation she has with Piotr Rasputin, likes best watching him paint in slow, steady strokes with that methodical choosing of colors (but remembers most how he didn't press her if she didn't have an answer to a question for a minute longer than most people; didn't seem to mind if she took her time to know the real answer for herself first).
II. She doesn't know why they all look so shocked when she says she can mend the hem of the shoulder split in Hikaru's jacket (from the tumble with his brother), which leads to trying not to fluster when she can't help but notice they are all watching her from their different vantage points while she does so, and she can manage that easily enough, they always seem to be staring at her when she does absolutely normal things -- but it does take an act of true effort to drown out Tamaki's voice while he's making a soliloquy about the grace of her hands and how brave she is to be so humble and compassionate towards them in her little everyday common acts.
Robin Hood (BBC)
I. Marian's seen a lot of strange things in Milliways in her three years, though she remains a lady even still, and even if The Cullen's are a bit more odd than most, she finds comfort in the lady of their family -- the way she smiles bright and open, talking softly, yet with a will of compassionate uncloaked steel; it reminds her of her mother, and so she always asks Esme to join her for tea, and neither ever even think on the fact she doesn't drink it.
II. She was nervous the first time Kate showed her hold to hold a six-shooter and fire -- hands never anything less than perfectly steady, yet heart racing like a wobbly just born colt -- but the first time she shot it alone, the first time it slammed the target the way she wanted it, she hollered in a quite unladylike surprised triumph and Kate's laughter was the perfect matching prize.
Twilight
I. It's the little things he treasures most, even after she changes -- the way she ducks her head (when she would have blushed), or pulls in her shoulders (when she's uncertain), wraps her arm around her chest like she could crush it (when she's catches the cost of her choice once more), manages to almost trip on a tree limb (only to land with immaculate grace), even to lose everything from a pair of keys to the map and even herself in new cities (in less than two blocks).
II. He shouldn't be surprised, no one else is when Alice starts giggling and blurts it out right before the phone rings, especially since she begged them to let her go off wandering on her own -- all tiny, golden eyed bravado and pleading; which he never could win against, and definitely doesn't, especially, now that she has new ways to convince him she's right -- so he tries, even failing, to keep the note of hilarious smug adoration out of his tone as he gives her directions back to their hotel
III. They look so perfect -- the way their fingers link and her tiny ring glimmers, the way Esme smiles as though she might truly explode from the sensation in her chest which has swept across Edward's own head all day, the Carlisle can't stop whispering the word wife in an awe and reverence akin to God -- that any tiny lingering doubts he might have had are swept away entirely, but that still doesn't grant Carlisle forgiveness for kissing him goodbye right before it, not for many decades.
IV. There are many things Edward would do for Carlisle -- he just never imagined the next request being a stupidly preppy school in Tokyo, where they've relocated, where he'd be goaded by the most blonde sappy angsty child in the whole universe to join a Host Club on the merits of his face alone; nor had it helped when he'd said, he wouldn't join without his sister and the taller, dark-haired, quiet, though only on the outside, one behind the boy-king said, "She's not as captivating, still beautiful, of course, like all his relatives, but they have this graceful...and touching, not talking thing down that mesmerizes everyone near them. I've done the totals: we could market it, even if she is girl."
V. He should have assumed the little blond boy would see him the one day the sun decided to come out against the predictions of their day; it was hard to figure out what was weirder: the fact the reaction to him sparkling was only to beg him harder to join, because no one had this truly amazingly wonderfully beautiful trait in his club, like a thirteen year old girl begging for date or that he did so with a peerlessly shameless lack of ulterior interest in Edward, himself.
X-Men
I. Illyana told herself she just wanted to look at it and she really hadn't thought that meant she wanted to have a scorching tirade at it which would end up on her knees, in tears, reaching out to trace the sooty letters of her name; but she's used to the not knowing now, always feeling she's missing something somewhere, a puzzle where the pieces are all the wrong shape and started falling off the table before the box was opened, and she can't help the fury and despair in thinking that not only was her life taken from her her -- but her death, as well.