Title: innocence
Fandom: Bioshock Infinite
Rating: G
In retrospect he wasn’t sure if she was actually anything like innocent.
Title: Snips and Snails
Fandom: Bioshock Infinite
Rating: G
Spoiler Level: almost nonexistent
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Elizabeth’s confusion is written across her face in bold strokes, the exact opposite of the tight scrawl of his mouth. “Is there something wrong, Mr. Dewitt?”
Miranda can count the number if times she’s been ABSOLUTELY SMASHED on one hand. She doesn’t do weakness, and impairing her judgement in front of people she trusts less than implicitly is not an option.
She’s a surprisingly happy drunk. Specifically, a martini guzzling, song-humming, olive-stealing little brat of a happy drunk.
Another of their enemies fell, a perfect hole between his eyes.
“Perfect!”
Miranda can’t help but shout it as she dives for cover, just a bit of laughter leaking into her voice. The surge of defiance and remembered fear that floods her veins (in the middle of a firefight no less) truly is funny.
The familiar weight of the pistol in her hands is heady as that first day on a Cerberus firing range. Designed to be perfect - from the very building blocks of her mind and body - but not for this. She was supposed to be the perfect weapon, above such vulgar, artificial power as guns. Maybe the potential was engineered into her DNA, but this skill was the result of long hours of training.
She squeezes off another shot (another combatant falls) and hastily snags a grenade from the air with biotics, sending it rocketing back.
“Return to sender!” Shepard crows. Miranda can’t help but roll her eyes. The Commander is a huge dork outside those inspiring speeches and heartfelt promises. It’s almost charming.
She’s not the first or last of her father’s daughters, but she’s the one who survived. Miranda is above all things a survivor.
This perfection is hers alone.
It was probably ironic, but she was reminded of her father by the very fact that air temple island had absolutely nothing that should remind her of him.
He had always been there - even when he was gone for work, she could go down to the workshop an feel his presence in the tools scattered about, in the diagrams scrawled hastily on every surface (Once he even drew directly on the table when he ran out of paper… the stains were still there.) and half-disassembled engines.
Hiroshi’s absence had the constant presence of lost tooth, leaving behind a sore empty space and the lingering taste of copper.
It broke her heart and made her seethe with anger all at once. How could her father be the kind of man who sided with Amon? How dare he lie to her for so long? How… how could he be a person she could hate, if he weren’t her father?
More importantly, how could she love and hate him so much at the same time?
- November 1
- , 2012
Some evenings after work, Fletch would push her aching muscles to perform one last feat. She scrabbled her way up fire escapes and windowsills, hauled herself over the edge to sprawl graceless and panting on the rooftop.
…the storied streets of good old Ba Bing Se, don’t seem welcoming today… I’m going home, to the city by Yue bay... Someone’s radio turned haunting by this distance, as if to emphasize that this slice of concrete was worlds away. …I left my heart in Republic City, I left my heart by the sea….
The horizon was so wide she could nearly believe a wrong step would send her plunging into the depths above. Water glinting silver and grey stretched up to brush the dimming sky.
As the sun sank it painted the clouds with streaks of red-gold fire, melting away in shades of butter and peach. She could almost feel the sun slipping below the horizon. One by one the stars flickered into life, mirroring the lights of the city below. Fletch only watched in silent wonder - still, for once. A moment of peace snatched from the jaws of night.
- August 16
- , 2012
Title: Book One: Air Dark Waters
Fandom: Legend of Korra/The Last Airbender
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Korra… and every-freaking-body on the show. Pairings not yet determined.
Chapter: 1/?
Same Universe: Shadows of Scars, Steam, Chance, Whispers to the Moon, Sight, Touch, and Stories
Kudos: Thanks to skoochythevagabond and peppermintwinds for chatting with me and pointing out horrible narrative flaws. You guys are the best!
Summery: In an alternate universe where Korra loses her bending, the world may just have to learn to live without the Avatar. Tensions rise, old and new friendships are tested. In order to save a city at war Korra must learn to accept the reality of her past, the possibility of her future, and find balance within herself.
(Chapter One: Shattered Atlas)
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Fandom: Legend of Korra
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Jinora/Skoochy
Summery: A series of snippets written for nosuchpromises and skoochythevagabond.
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Sometimes when the ground was cold or his stomach was making nice with his backbone, Skoochy took the memory out and turned it over in his mind.
