Dimensions Drabbles: Shape
Title: Shape (Nihon)
Author: alliterationhor
Disclaimer: here be fiction.
Spoilers: V. 13.
Rating: PG.
Word count: 100.
Author’s note: Dimensions Drabbles!
Fanfic archive here.
Comments/concrit appreciated.
Shape
Tomoyo lifted Kurogane’s bandaged hand in her two small hands, the touch as sure and gentle as she did everything.
“I am sorry,” she said, voice full of quiet regret, “about your hand. I wish I hadn’t had to cause you further pain.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Kurogane answered.
“There is an ointment I could use. There would be no scar.”
Kurogane looked down at his hand, flexing his fingers thoughtfully. “... No.”
Tomoyo nodded. “I think that is a wise decision. There are some things better left forgotten. But some things shape us so completely, we cannot escape them by forgetting.”
* * * * *
Author’s note: I don’t think this is a real haiku, Wikipedia was not very helpful about the struture of a haiku. but I like it the way it is anyway, so I’ll call it haiku-esque.
Fai smiles
like a snowstorm; his eyes
the colour of ice.
Author: alliterationhor
Disclaimer: here be fiction.
Spoilers: V. 13.
Rating: PG.
Word count: 100.
Author’s note: Dimensions Drabbles!
Fanfic archive here.
Comments/concrit appreciated.
Shape
Tomoyo lifted Kurogane’s bandaged hand in her two small hands, the touch as sure and gentle as she did everything.
“I am sorry,” she said, voice full of quiet regret, “about your hand. I wish I hadn’t had to cause you further pain.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Kurogane answered.
“There is an ointment I could use. There would be no scar.”
Kurogane looked down at his hand, flexing his fingers thoughtfully. “... No.”
Tomoyo nodded. “I think that is a wise decision. There are some things better left forgotten. But some things shape us so completely, we cannot escape them by forgetting.”
* * * * *
Author’s note: I don’t think this is a real haiku, Wikipedia was not very helpful about the struture of a haiku. but I like it the way it is anyway, so I’ll call it haiku-esque.
Fai smiles
like a snowstorm; his eyes
the colour of ice.