[Meme] Alphabet Drabble - R
Seventh response to the Alphabet Drabble Meme
Title: Open for Interpretation
Prompt: R is for Replacement. For me and adarkfallenstar
Fandom/RP-verse: Ben 10: Alien Force RP-verse
Character/Pairing: Darkstar and Angela
A/N: Nnnnng, slowly chipping at that Writer's Block. While not Propinquity, it's not a ship-fic so you hear that WB? I'M STICKING TO OUR DEAL! SO YOU'D BETTER KEEP YOUR END TOO D<
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Evenings at the Morningstar Estate were usually uneventful. Oh there were galas and parties but they were all par for the course as far as being a Morningstar was concerned. But that particular evening there was an unusual tension in the air.
The silence of the night was a lie. It was nothing more than the calm before the storm. And the eye was the Estate's guest house where a figure stood.
Anger and outrage unlike anything he's ever felt before filled Darkstar as he peered into what had been his home some months ago. The few times he had returned to remind himself of what he had lost had helped push him forward and continue with his plans for revenge. But that night, he arrived to find a very unpleasant surprise in the form of a white-haired, red-eyed clone of Benjamin Tennyson.
Who happened to be having what seemed like a very pleasant conversation with Darkstar's mother.
It was all Darkstar could do to keep himself from barging in and demanding to know what was going on. It took so much effort to stop himself from grabbing the Ben-copycat by the throat and draining him dry. Even greater still the effort it took to walk away from the sight of his mother smiling proudly at her white-haired guest and suddenly embracing him.
Silently, quickly, Darkstar ran. He reactivated the security system, grateful that his mother hadn't changed the code since his departure. But the sense of gratitude was fleeting, outrage and sadness abruptly replacing it.
His mother deserved better, he decided grimly before disappearing into the night.
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Angela smiled and nodded as the Galvan-turned-Human rambled on and on about equipment and materials and all sorts of jargon. When she grew tired of this one-sided conversation, she raised a hand and asked "Are the terms of our arrangement suitable for you, Albedo?"
"They will suffice," he nodded, glancing at what would be his new workspace. "Building a mana-stabilizer would normally be beneath me and my level of skill. But it should still be a relatively simple task even for such an underdeveloped specie such as this," He scoffed, gesturing to his human form in distaste.
The blond woman smiled warmly, even if it didn't quite reach her eyes. She walked up to Albedo and without warning wound her arms tight around the young man. Palms face down and pressed tightly against the Galvan's clothed skin. Her eyes were suddenly aglow and there was a lethal edge in her voice when she softly whispered "See to it that you back that bravado of yours with skill. I would hate to have to tell my friends that my little foreign exchange student was suddenly collected."
She released her hold on Albedo and left him with little else but twin star-marks on his flesh and the unspoken words In pieces lingering in the air.
As the lady of the Estate emerged from the guest house, her blue gaze trailed after a familiar energy signature that moved farther and farther away. She sighed, buried the gnawing ache in her chest, and took comfort in the knowledge that she was doing this for his own good.
Title: Open for Interpretation
Prompt: R is for Replacement. For me and adarkfallenstar
Fandom/RP-verse: Ben 10: Alien Force RP-verse
Character/Pairing: Darkstar and Angela
A/N: Nnnnng, slowly chipping at that Writer's Block. While not Propinquity, it's not a ship-fic so you hear that WB? I'M STICKING TO OUR DEAL! SO YOU'D BETTER KEEP YOUR END TOO D<
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Evenings at the Morningstar Estate were usually uneventful. Oh there were galas and parties but they were all par for the course as far as being a Morningstar was concerned. But that particular evening there was an unusual tension in the air.
The silence of the night was a lie. It was nothing more than the calm before the storm. And the eye was the Estate's guest house where a figure stood.
Anger and outrage unlike anything he's ever felt before filled Darkstar as he peered into what had been his home some months ago. The few times he had returned to remind himself of what he had lost had helped push him forward and continue with his plans for revenge. But that night, he arrived to find a very unpleasant surprise in the form of a white-haired, red-eyed clone of Benjamin Tennyson.
Who happened to be having what seemed like a very pleasant conversation with Darkstar's mother.
It was all Darkstar could do to keep himself from barging in and demanding to know what was going on. It took so much effort to stop himself from grabbing the Ben-copycat by the throat and draining him dry. Even greater still the effort it took to walk away from the sight of his mother smiling proudly at her white-haired guest and suddenly embracing him.
Silently, quickly, Darkstar ran. He reactivated the security system, grateful that his mother hadn't changed the code since his departure. But the sense of gratitude was fleeting, outrage and sadness abruptly replacing it.
His mother deserved better, he decided grimly before disappearing into the night.
******
Angela smiled and nodded as the Galvan-turned-Human rambled on and on about equipment and materials and all sorts of jargon. When she grew tired of this one-sided conversation, she raised a hand and asked "Are the terms of our arrangement suitable for you, Albedo?"
"They will suffice," he nodded, glancing at what would be his new workspace. "Building a mana-stabilizer would normally be beneath me and my level of skill. But it should still be a relatively simple task even for such an underdeveloped specie such as this," He scoffed, gesturing to his human form in distaste.
The blond woman smiled warmly, even if it didn't quite reach her eyes. She walked up to Albedo and without warning wound her arms tight around the young man. Palms face down and pressed tightly against the Galvan's clothed skin. Her eyes were suddenly aglow and there was a lethal edge in her voice when she softly whispered "See to it that you back that bravado of yours with skill. I would hate to have to tell my friends that my little foreign exchange student was suddenly collected."
She released her hold on Albedo and left him with little else but twin star-marks on his flesh and the unspoken words In pieces lingering in the air.
As the lady of the Estate emerged from the guest house, her blue gaze trailed after a familiar energy signature that moved farther and farther away. She sighed, buried the gnawing ache in her chest, and took comfort in the knowledge that she was doing this for his own good.