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everlastingsoul) wrote2006-03-30 02:52 pm
everlastingsoul) wrote2006-03-30 02:52 pm
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La la la... At work again...
Slow loading times for this online research survey I have to edit... Guess I'll just write randomly between things...
Drabble, maybe? I think so...
Title: Sarcasm
Fandom: Suikoden IV/Tactics (Rhapsodia)
Characters: Elenor Silverberg and Kika
Prompt: Drink
Word Count: 388
Rating: 13+ for sensitive topics (death)
Author's Notes: Spoilers to Kika’s past and references to Suikoden Tactics/Rhapsodia.
Started: March 30, 2006 (2:56 PM)
Finished: March 30, 2006 (3:46 PM)
"He was a fool."
She raised a brow at her unexpected visitor, her hand still on the door handle. "And hello to you, too. Would you like to come in? Did you bring a new shipment from Kanakan?"
Her sarcasm was, as usual, ignored. "He went ahead and got himself killed. That bastard was always inconsiderate." Her visitor stepped into her unkempt home, exuding anger that would not manifest itself. "We ran into Steele again. He decided it was time to 'end it.' What the hell is it with men and this heroic pride of theirs?!"
Somehow, she was not surprised it had come to this. "And you, of course, told him to be careful."
"He promised he'd come back." A frustrated scowl graced the other's face. "How was I supposed to know he'd come back in a box? I give up on men. They're all idiots."
"You don't mean that."
There was a pregnant silence. She could practically feel the tension in the air falter.
"... No, I don't."
A nod of approval. "Have you slept at all? You look worse than Peck with a hangover."
"Couldn't. How can I sleep in his bed?"
"Hmm." She glanced towards her own bed, then back at her guest. "Come on, then. Let's get you drunk."
"I hate getting drunk. You know that."
Of course she knew that. But there was always a point to it, wasn't there? "I have a few bottles left. It should be enough to do the job."
The other was amazingly easy to coax towards the table; she must have not slept for at least a day, not counting the trip from the den to her home. "Dario wants to give him an ocean funeral. I don't know what to do. It's too soon."
"Tell him to shut his trap, then. It's never stopped you before." She retrieved a glass and set it down, then proceeded to pour the wine. "Drink up. You're no lightweight, so this might take awhile."
"You're too kind."
There was some of that familiar sarcasm. Perhaps there was still hope of recovery.
"You know, it's okay to cry, Kika."
Their eyes met briefly, and she smirked at the glimmer of annoyance that had nothing to do with her loss.
"Don't coddle me. Just keep pouring, Elenor."
She would be okay.
Drabble, maybe? I think so...
Title: Sarcasm
Fandom: Suikoden IV/Tactics (Rhapsodia)
Characters: Elenor Silverberg and Kika
Prompt: Drink
Word Count: 388
Rating: 13+ for sensitive topics (death)
Author's Notes: Spoilers to Kika’s past and references to Suikoden Tactics/Rhapsodia.
Started: March 30, 2006 (2:56 PM)
Finished: March 30, 2006 (3:46 PM)
"He was a fool."
She raised a brow at her unexpected visitor, her hand still on the door handle. "And hello to you, too. Would you like to come in? Did you bring a new shipment from Kanakan?"
Her sarcasm was, as usual, ignored. "He went ahead and got himself killed. That bastard was always inconsiderate." Her visitor stepped into her unkempt home, exuding anger that would not manifest itself. "We ran into Steele again. He decided it was time to 'end it.' What the hell is it with men and this heroic pride of theirs?!"
Somehow, she was not surprised it had come to this. "And you, of course, told him to be careful."
"He promised he'd come back." A frustrated scowl graced the other's face. "How was I supposed to know he'd come back in a box? I give up on men. They're all idiots."
"You don't mean that."
There was a pregnant silence. She could practically feel the tension in the air falter.
"... No, I don't."
A nod of approval. "Have you slept at all? You look worse than Peck with a hangover."
"Couldn't. How can I sleep in his bed?"
"Hmm." She glanced towards her own bed, then back at her guest. "Come on, then. Let's get you drunk."
"I hate getting drunk. You know that."
Of course she knew that. But there was always a point to it, wasn't there? "I have a few bottles left. It should be enough to do the job."
The other was amazingly easy to coax towards the table; she must have not slept for at least a day, not counting the trip from the den to her home. "Dario wants to give him an ocean funeral. I don't know what to do. It's too soon."
"Tell him to shut his trap, then. It's never stopped you before." She retrieved a glass and set it down, then proceeded to pour the wine. "Drink up. You're no lightweight, so this might take awhile."
"You're too kind."
There was some of that familiar sarcasm. Perhaps there was still hope of recovery.
"You know, it's okay to cry, Kika."
Their eyes met briefly, and she smirked at the glimmer of annoyance that had nothing to do with her loss.
"Don't coddle me. Just keep pouring, Elenor."
She would be okay.
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