ficlets100 - number seven.
001. Guilt
002. New
003.Solitude
004. Content
005. Tale
006. Distort
007. Luxury
008. Listen
009. Party
010. Scent
011. Storm
012. Lessons
013.Apology
014. Relief
015. Breeze
016.Fading
017. Passion
018. Stay
019.Rain
020. Within
021.Dread
022.Revenge
023.Time
024.Perfect
025.Eyes
026.Bloom
027.Beginning
028. Bath
029. Object
030. Lost
031.Pride
032. Death
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The walls were white to compliment pink, and his blue-collared suit made her want to giggle. It was ironic, all of it- that universal defeat would be a personal win, that she could outstretch her arms and simply smile, and after two beats, two seconds, two thousand milliseconds, he took two steps forward.
Arms outreached and met with a solid back, because he was bending for her, the smell of blood and battle lifting her up, and though she spotted a drop of red on his shoulder, she didn’t mention it. It would have ruined things. Red didn’t go too well with pink, but the choice of fashion was also a luxury ( ... )
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“Shh.”
He stilled, held still, because he had to. The feeling was wrong, entirely wrong - he was a young adult! - but his twin was deft, quicker at lacing strings and tugging in the right places to get it evened out than he was at getting out of any of it. Which was unfair, because some of the things were really-uncomfortable-
”… Simca.”
“Just a little while longer, Kiriku.”
He grit his teeth and stayed still, fingernails biting into his hand, and she was pushing at his shoulders to get him to loosen up (it didn’t work). She’d said it was one of hers, but even the chest fit perfectly on him, and she was - developing into a young adult, too, so that didn’t work out at all ( ... )
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A bell seemed to ring right in his ear, and the anger, blue and calming and natural, slipped through his fingers ( ... )
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The situation being the fact that both Swena and Jomy were sitting in a library chair.
Reading books.
Sam switched hands to lean on, because his elbow was growing numb, but it didn’t change the scene in front of him. Swena had always been a good studier, a good student, a good girl who could sit still and read for hours. Jomy had always been an active kid, someone who couldn’t have sat still long enough to let the teacher get out one sentence, his mind always focused on doing rather than thinking. It was why they'd become best friends ( ... )
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“I was actually supposed to talk with Mandy about our next class. Sam, don’t you have to find out-- what Keith’s doing? Make sure he's doing alright?”
He opened his mouth to say no, of course not, Keith can take care of himself, better than I can, but her eyes and Jomy’s confused face clued him in. “Oh. Uh. Yeah. Yeah, I do. Thanks for reminding me, Swena. Bye, Jomy.”
They both left the library, leaving Jomy sitting there (he’d done that freezing thing again), and Sam couldn’t help but notice how the light caught on the silver band around the other’s head. Funny, that he'd lost that bracelet Sam'd given him, but he wore something around his forehead.
On second thought, images of all the times he'd seen that thing flash without light, as Jomy froze and unfroze with a pained expression on his face, as he forgot ( ... )
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“It’s the newest exhibit at Dreamworld. They’re supposed to be monsters.”
“We’ve got to check it out!”
“I don’t know, Sam. Isn’t Dreamworld kind of a kid thing…?”
“Oh, c’mon. We’ve got a day to do whatever we want. Let’s spend it. You’ve still got those free tickets, right?”
And so here they were. Clutching the bars (bars that reminded him of those old, old movies, vertical ones that you’d see in an ancient jail, and maybe it was fitting), they both had their faces pressed up close - it wasn’t hard to see, because the new exhibit was an amazingly dark room with an amazingly bright spotlight on the ‘monsters.’ Sam was the first to pull back, head tilted to the side and a hand scratching the back of his neck, almost sheepishly. “For a monster, it sure is boring ( ... )
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