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faded_mosaique2017-04-17 05:18 am
rhodanum) wrote in faded_mosaique2017-04-17 05:18 am
[drabble] ► as the fires stir
Disclaimer: All characters and settings portrayed in this work of fiction belong to Kazuki Takahashi and Nihon Ad Systems. I'm merely fooling around with their creations and will put them back with as little wear and tear as possible.
Collection Title: .fragments of a bent horizon
Drabble Title: .as the fires stir
Character(s): Yuki Judai, Marufuji Sho, Marufuji Ryou
Rating: T (PG-13). Rating may go up in later drabbles.
Prompt: 1sentence prompt .23 – fire. Gamma prompt table.
Author's Note: All of these drabbles are set within the confines of the Katabasis universe and are written in order to flesh it out more.
Judai was furious – feeling the burn of such a wild emotion after countless forgotten years. It had skillfully sneaked upon him, bit by careful bit, forcing the appearance of cracks within the ice and the impassivity and the dead calm in which he had enshrouded himself. He was furious because they hadn't listened when he'd claimed that Camula was his, hadn't stood aside when they'd needed to.
And now Sho was weeping uncontrollably next to him – and to Judai it was personal for the first time in years, as he held the Kaiser's doll in a savage grip.
Collection Title: .fragments of a bent horizon
Drabble Title: .as the fires stir
Character(s): Yuki Judai, Marufuji Sho, Marufuji Ryou
Rating: T (PG-13). Rating may go up in later drabbles.
Prompt: 1sentence prompt .23 – fire. Gamma prompt table.
Author's Note: All of these drabbles are set within the confines of the Katabasis universe and are written in order to flesh it out more.
Judai was furious – feeling the burn of such a wild emotion after countless forgotten years. It had skillfully sneaked upon him, bit by careful bit, forcing the appearance of cracks within the ice and the impassivity and the dead calm in which he had enshrouded himself. He was furious because they hadn't listened when he'd claimed that Camula was his, hadn't stood aside when they'd needed to.
And now Sho was weeping uncontrollably next to him – and to Judai it was personal for the first time in years, as he held the Kaiser's doll in a savage grip.