Academia: Law (Homestuck, Mindfang/Redglare)
Prompt: Law
Fandom: Homestuck
Pairing: Mindfang/Redglare
Rating: PG13
Word count: 210
"You don't want to do that," Mindfang says coolly.
"Oh?" says Redglare. She leans on the lever like it's her cane and not a device that could bring their conversation to a violently premature conclusion if she accidentally applies too much pressure. "I can't wait to hear why not."
"Because you have never felt as alive as you did when you were chasing me over the oceans of the Empire's furthest reaches. Because in this very moment your desire to see irons around my wrists and a rope around my neck is powerful enough to make you regret the loss of your vision for the first time in years. Because you are deeply, desperately black for me, legislacerator, and you aren't ready for what we have to end."
Redglare feels her skin crawl. This seagrift is without a doubt the most loathsome creature she has ever encountered. Even now, standing upon the gallows, Mindfang is vain, she is irreverent of the law, and, worst of all, she is right.
"Black as bitter coffee," Redglare says, and smells the thin blue lines that are the seagrift's painted lips curl and part into a grin. She gives herself three seconds to take them in, then pulls the lever.
"But career comes first."
Fandom: Homestuck
Pairing: Mindfang/Redglare
Rating: PG13
Word count: 210
"You don't want to do that," Mindfang says coolly.
"Oh?" says Redglare. She leans on the lever like it's her cane and not a device that could bring their conversation to a violently premature conclusion if she accidentally applies too much pressure. "I can't wait to hear why not."
"Because you have never felt as alive as you did when you were chasing me over the oceans of the Empire's furthest reaches. Because in this very moment your desire to see irons around my wrists and a rope around my neck is powerful enough to make you regret the loss of your vision for the first time in years. Because you are deeply, desperately black for me, legislacerator, and you aren't ready for what we have to end."
Redglare feels her skin crawl. This seagrift is without a doubt the most loathsome creature she has ever encountered. Even now, standing upon the gallows, Mindfang is vain, she is irreverent of the law, and, worst of all, she is right.
"Black as bitter coffee," Redglare says, and smells the thin blue lines that are the seagrift's painted lips curl and part into a grin. She gives herself three seconds to take them in, then pulls the lever.
"But career comes first."