Ha! I kinda liked Roger. I was pleasantly surprised that he could actually fight. Of course, I didn't have to put up with his voice for very long.
Okiedokie! My head is a scary place! I'll probably go with more than one sentence, but less than a drabble.
---
The allusions, the open shirt, the pitch spoken through him like he'd suddenly become a mouthpiece of God, all of that he could have expected. It was the smirk he couldn't take. I know things you don't know. I've been there already.
I probably wouldn't have minded Roger if my sister hadn't been hellbent on mastering his attacks. I don't know how many billions of times I had to hear him scream "FIERY AXE" but it made me want to shove that axe.. uhm.. well. Let's not go there.
And the writing? ♥ I'd really like to see you write more fan fiction, 'cause you are good. (This one, while short, made me giggle in a most unhealthy way)
Haha, that's the one Roger line I do remember. FIERY AXE!
*blush* Thank you. I have to admit an ulterior motive apart from boredom - I tend to come up with ideas when nudged by something external. I did well with challenges when I first joined a drabble community. Sooooo perhaps we'll see.
Mikage decided that he liked the greenhouse after all, and wondered why he had felt so sick watching it before. The Champion was so beautiful standing among the delicate roses, so far out of her element. And the door could be closed at any time.
(*laughs*) Actually, you know how I got "birdcage"? I started with "roses", because of that one scene where Mikage and Utena are in the rose garden together, and Utena's surrounded by roses--v. beautiful shot, I think. But I thought that was cliche, so that proceeded onto rose garded. Which I thought was still cliche, so I took the metaphor and turned it into cage/birdcage.
Then you totally did this. XD I like it, though. <3
S'pose I could think of something different, but this was off-the-cuff. Come to think of it, if birdcages are the metaphor of the day for imprisonment, something could be done with the Hall too. Hmmm.
Bonus. (oh look, there's this song.)
---
Mikage stood in the traceries of shadow cast by the stained glass and wondered how she would look in this light. She would lace her fingers, stretch uneasily, give him a nervous smile. Something about the thought of her here made his heart race: trapped with pillars on every side and the shadowed lines of roses lying across her skin.
(never written in this fandom, whee. By the way, "Circle of Days" 1 was loooovely.)
---
Tohma was allowed certain liberties. Like taking his cigarette from him and crushing it with his fingers in those look-at-my-hands-please gloves, or fishing with hints about Yuki, about the night when he was needed. Tohma was allowed that gall, that noise. He could pretend to be strong all he wanted.
Comments 13
Anyway, for the challenge? Oooh, interesting idea!
..so how about.. Saionji for the character, and... uhm.. the Akio-car?
Oh god
Reply
Okiedokie! My head is a scary place! I'll probably go with more than one sentence, but less than a drabble.
---
The allusions, the open shirt, the pitch spoken through him like he'd suddenly become a mouthpiece of God, all of that he could have expected. It was the smirk he couldn't take. I know things you don't know. I've been there already.
Like he needed to be reminded.
Reply
And the writing? ♥ I'd really like to see you write more fan fiction, 'cause you are good. (This one, while short, made me giggle in a most unhealthy way)
Reply
*blush* Thank you. I have to admit an ulterior motive apart from boredom - I tend to come up with ideas when nudged by something external. I did well with challenges when I first joined a drabble community. Sooooo perhaps we'll see.
Reply
Reply
---
Mikage decided that he liked the greenhouse after all, and wondered why he had felt so sick watching it before. The Champion was so beautiful standing among the delicate roses, so far out of her element. And the door could be closed at any time.
Reply
Then you totally did this. XD I like it, though. <3
Reply
S'pose I could think of something different, but this was off-the-cuff. Come to think of it, if birdcages are the metaphor of the day for imprisonment, something could be done with the Hall too. Hmmm.
Bonus. (oh look, there's this song.)
---
Mikage stood in the traceries of shadow cast by the stained glass and wondered how she would look in this light. She would lace her fingers, stretch uneasily, give him a nervous smile. Something about the thought of her here made his heart race: trapped with pillars on every side and the shadowed lines of roses lying across her skin.
Reply
Reply
---
Tohma was allowed certain liberties. Like taking his cigarette from him and crushing it with his fingers in those look-at-my-hands-please gloves, or fishing with hints about Yuki, about the night when he was needed. Tohma was allowed that gall, that noise. He could pretend to be strong all he wanted.
Reply
Oh, that's great. Thank you.
Reply
Eddard and Catelyn Stark. Word: ice.
Reply
Leave a comment