Katy (leviathanmirror) wrote in forsakengardens, @ 2010-05-10 11:06:00 |
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Fiction Post #8
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Prompt: Yuffie, Vincent, crystal.
It rolled, in the too dim light, across her palm and around her fingers. Three, four passes and he recognized it. A tiny crystal heart, one of the many decorative baubles Marlene had given to Tifa over the years.
"Tifa will be angry if you break that."
She gives him a look that might have been wry on another face. On her it just looks mischievous; her lips, too accustomed to smiling, are turning up at the edges, eyes too bright and open to be judging so harshly.
"I'm not going to break it, Vinnie."
The little heart flashes between her fingers. Marlene will be heartbroken if it shatters. Tifa will be furious. He doesn't think she should be so reckless with something that doesn't belong to her but he's given her a warning. He's absolved of an crime if the delicate little thing breaks.
She keeps rollng the bauble over her hand. Again and again he watches the fragile heart appear, shining between calloused, careless fingers and disappearing back into her grasp.
Three, four passes and her fingers slip. He doesn't breathe in the second it takes for the crystal to hit the floor. He imagines. The explosion of tiny shards, the sound seemingly too loud for such a small thing followed by the delicate tinkling noise of crystal splinters scattering across hardwood floor. The look on Marlene's face and the look on Yuffie's as she faces her. Maybe she would finally understand guilt.
But there is no shattering. Just a solid thump and the little bmpbmpbmp of the awkward shape rolling across the floor.
"See? Not broken!" she enthuses, grabbing up the bauble and holding it up for his inspection.
"You were reckless nonetheless. That isn't yours to risk destroying."
Her grinning expression flickers, a look of inscrutable intent passing her features. Then the mischief is back full force and she's telling him, "Sometimes a little recklessness is good for you."
She's gone before he can respond, the little heart just where it was before she picked it up; glittering prettily and completely unharmed.
Fandom: Lackadaisy
Prompt: Ivy and Viktor, "There are so few words that never grow old"
When she was younger - and there are days when she was sure it was honest to God lifetimes (several of them!) ago - Viktor had started calling her "dievka."
She'd begged, pleaded, blackmailed, and given her best hurt kitten look (her best!) but he still wouldn't tell her what it meant. Eventually, she'd found out on her through a dedication to searching that any of her professors would wish she had for their lessons. It meant "girl." Bland and uninteresting - better than what he had called her before - but from Viktor it was special. It was affection without affection, even when she was doing her best to frustrate and distract him.
Now it meant that she was still just a child to him. She would always be "dievka," always be "girl." Not Ivy. Certainly not a woman. Absolutely not someone who would care for and protect him. Just... "girl."
All the non-affection in the world couldn't make that less hurtful, less infuriating. She was Ivy Pepper and she was no one's "girl." Not even Viktor's.