I Dreamed At Night of Growing Wings + A Good Man is Hard to Find
Title: I Dreamed At Night of Growing Wings
Story Continuity: Battle For the Sun
Flavors: Cheesecake 7: I betcha you would have done the same, Papaya 18: method to my madness
Extra: Malt (bingo: sunshine on a cloudy day + if life gives you lemons, get a new life + we save ourselves + a day in the life + I make no apologies)
Rating: PG
Word count: 165
Summary: And suddenly she's flying.
The sunlight felt different today, like the first spring rays breaking through clouds after a long, dark, and bitter winter. Kristen felt like she could close her eyes and wake up with the same peace curled around her, having missed nothing. There were no pricetags on her anymore, she realized for the first time since her escape. She wouldn't ever have to catch herself feeling kinship towards store merchandise again. Even her laugh was surprised when it germinated from her throat, but she didn't bother trying to stop, and when it woke Cliff and Cyprian, she neither apologized nor gave explanation for it. She fell back into the grass and stared at the clouds as they drifted by on their way elsewhere.
"Is - is she...okay, do you think?" Cliff said, almost from miles away. Cyprian sighed, and said, "I stopped trying to figure out what was wrong with the both of you nearly the moment I met you."
I'm alive, Kristen marveled. And I really don't mind.
Title: A Good Man is Hard to Find
Story Continuity: Fair Game
Flavors: Blackberry 28: good cop, bad cop, Mango 16: retracing my steps, Papaya 22: now what?
Extra: Chopped Nuts (Anharoverse AU), Pocky
Rating: PG
Word count: 98
Summary: Cliff is presented with a choice that's really an ultimatum.
Note: Finally done with Blackberry. Yes. <3
Cliff liked to think he was a good man, and sensible. When his parents died, he worked hard to scrape by on his own, and he had done well enough to get through college and training on his own. His superiors trusted him, and his peers admired him. Yeah, he was a good man in a rotten city.
"Look, I know you could use the extra money. You're a simple creature if you pass this up, kid," Sergeant Dennings said. "And a dead one to boot."
But, he lamented, what worth had a good man in a city like his?
Story Continuity: Battle For the Sun
Flavors: Cheesecake 7: I betcha you would have done the same, Papaya 18: method to my madness
Extra: Malt (bingo: sunshine on a cloudy day + if life gives you lemons, get a new life + we save ourselves + a day in the life + I make no apologies)
Rating: PG
Word count: 165
Summary: And suddenly she's flying.
The sunlight felt different today, like the first spring rays breaking through clouds after a long, dark, and bitter winter. Kristen felt like she could close her eyes and wake up with the same peace curled around her, having missed nothing. There were no pricetags on her anymore, she realized for the first time since her escape. She wouldn't ever have to catch herself feeling kinship towards store merchandise again. Even her laugh was surprised when it germinated from her throat, but she didn't bother trying to stop, and when it woke Cliff and Cyprian, she neither apologized nor gave explanation for it. She fell back into the grass and stared at the clouds as they drifted by on their way elsewhere.
"Is - is she...okay, do you think?" Cliff said, almost from miles away. Cyprian sighed, and said, "I stopped trying to figure out what was wrong with the both of you nearly the moment I met you."
I'm alive, Kristen marveled. And I really don't mind.
Title: A Good Man is Hard to Find
Story Continuity: Fair Game
Flavors: Blackberry 28: good cop, bad cop, Mango 16: retracing my steps, Papaya 22: now what?
Extra: Chopped Nuts (Anharoverse AU), Pocky
Rating: PG
Word count: 98
Summary: Cliff is presented with a choice that's really an ultimatum.
Note: Finally done with Blackberry. Yes. <3
Cliff liked to think he was a good man, and sensible. When his parents died, he worked hard to scrape by on his own, and he had done well enough to get through college and training on his own. His superiors trusted him, and his peers admired him. Yeah, he was a good man in a rotten city.
"Look, I know you could use the extra money. You're a simple creature if you pass this up, kid," Sergeant Dennings said. "And a dead one to boot."
But, he lamented, what worth had a good man in a city like his?