Fics, Memes, and Drabbles

[wightknight]

A collection of all the writing I've done for my characters over the years in memes.  Also a place to request a fic.  Respond wih one of your characters, one of mine, and a one-sentence or one-word prompt and I'll write a short fic.

Fics by Character
Lucas | Mother 3 (9)
Yuki Nagato | The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (4)
Susan Sto Helit | Discworld (17)
Grimsley | Pokemon (3)
Beast Boy | Teen Titans (1)
Ivan | Golden Sun (1)
Palom | Final Fantasy IV (1)
Miscellaneous | Characters Never/No Longer Played (2)

Comments

Susan/Slugger | For Good | Music Meme 10/24/11

[inthebones]

"Well."

She looks down at the red-capped boy and briefly wonders if it would kill him to keep his face unobscured for once in his life. ...Existence. They both stand silently, mutually taking refuge in the pause. As per their personal preferences of expressing the emotion of Awkward, Slugger averts his eyes and Susan keeps hers fixed like a hawk's. After a time, she clears her throat. It is her role as the adult to make this kind of thing bearable.

She hated being the adult, sometimes.

"I suppose this it, then."

She didn't need to ask why Slugger wanted to stay. In a place where black mages gallivanted about slaughtering unicorns and time-traveling little boys wrecked dances alongside anthropomorphics of despair, Slugger was free to be whatever - and whoever - he liked. She was glad for it. Better than whatever fate waited him at home, where he was destined to always be a 'what' and never a 'whom'.

"You know I can't stay."

He nods mutely.

"I have... duties."

He nods again.

"The world to save. Again."

Another nod. She is aware that the pleading desperation isn't as well masked as she would like it to be. Another pause again, before she slowly kneels and pulls his cap off his head.

"My one failure is that I never got your hair to smooth down properly." A soft, cool touch as she attempts exactly that. "I suppose styling gel is out of the question." Slowly, the cap is settled back onto his head, the brim much higher than he normally wears it. She continues to fuss absentmindedly with his clothes. "Don't be a stranger. Look both ways before you cross your street. Brush your teeth twice daily. All 127 of them."

And she stands.

"...Be good, Slugger." And if she had said anything else, her voice would have gone hoarse. Susan Sto Helit did not go hoarse. With a final nod, she slowly turns away, the her cloak lightly rippling back and forth in the gentle breeze. An edge brushes against his cheek before she begins to walk away.

He catches it.

She stops.

"Bye."

A perfect moment lasts forever. She isn't sure who initiates the embrace, or how long it lasts, or even how many times she softly presses her lips against the top of his head. Only that this memory, the feel, the smell, the sight, the emotion, would stay with her for as long as Time allowed. When they break away, she knows it is finally time.

Susan Sto Helit inclines her head, lifts her bags... and, in a whirl of black cloak and white hair, is gone.