round 05, challenge three: entry #04
Title: cold hands and lightning bolts.
Fandom and Pairing: snsd; tiffany/sunny
Rating: pg
Word Count: 200
Summary: tiffany's falls for a shape that appears only in window panes.
Warnings: implied character death.
tiffany always wondered if it was normal to see shapes and forms in windows--of people that are long since dead. shapes and forms that reflect light like normal people. on stormy nights, when the only light is in flashes and the only sound is shuddering thunder and the sound of her own shaky breaths, she'd see a figure in the light; between claps of thunder, she'd hear trickling laughter as bright as the sun.
sometimes, she would wake to the feeling of someone pressing down on her lips like a cold iron clasp. she'd pull her blankets up around her head and turn to face the wall with her eyes scrunched tightly closed, but although her lips are frozen, her heart was always warm.
even when a familiar shadowy figure appears behind her in the window in front of the sink and wraps its arms around her waist while she's doing the dishes one autumn morning, she never could help the feelings that build up in her chest, tho it's so wrong to say it. she can't help but say, "i love you" to a ghost named sunny, who's laugh would lead her to the makings of her own demise.
Fandom and Pairing: snsd; tiffany/sunny
Rating: pg
Word Count: 200
Summary: tiffany's falls for a shape that appears only in window panes.
Warnings: implied character death.
tiffany always wondered if it was normal to see shapes and forms in windows--of people that are long since dead. shapes and forms that reflect light like normal people. on stormy nights, when the only light is in flashes and the only sound is shuddering thunder and the sound of her own shaky breaths, she'd see a figure in the light; between claps of thunder, she'd hear trickling laughter as bright as the sun.
sometimes, she would wake to the feeling of someone pressing down on her lips like a cold iron clasp. she'd pull her blankets up around her head and turn to face the wall with her eyes scrunched tightly closed, but although her lips are frozen, her heart was always warm.
even when a familiar shadowy figure appears behind her in the window in front of the sink and wraps its arms around her waist while she's doing the dishes one autumn morning, she never could help the feelings that build up in her chest, tho it's so wrong to say it. she can't help but say, "i love you" to a ghost named sunny, who's laugh would lead her to the makings of her own demise.