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3-Sentence Fic-A-Thon drabbles
Various fills from the 3-Sentence Fic-A-Thon meme!
Dance Central: Angel/Bodie, holding hands
The both of them are used to dancing with partners. A gentle hold over Miss Aubrey’s waist is as natural as a wink, and linking arms with Em to spin her around is as easy as laughter.
So when they walk across the boardwalk and Angel laces his fingers with Bodie’s, it’s really like no effort at all.
Assassin's Creed: Lafayette/Connor, French Revolution
Some weeks pass and Lafayette begins to feel his optimism fray at the edges, bit by bit until he wakes up one morning and finds himself so very close to giving up.
He is at a lost and does not know what to do, but that night though – that night when he holds back bitter tears and chokes down an entire bottle of wine, he is coherent enough to remember Connor’s soft voice in awe as they sit on a crumbling rooftop together.
“You are right,” Connor breathes, staring over Paris, “France is beautiful.”
Assassin's Creed: Kadar + Malik, if he'd lived
Malik’s severed head falls to the ground and from far away someone screams, thin and faint and full of despair.
Kadar cannot understand a word of it, but he knows it cannot be him.
It cannot be him because the only sound he hears is his voice ringing clear in his mind; if only I had died first, if only I had died first –
Assassin's Creed: Altair Ibn-La'Ahad/Malik Al-Sayf, disturb
The bureau is silent and still, but Malik has been frowning in Altair’s direction from across the chamber, his hand curled into a tight first on his desk.
“I cannot possibly be bothering you now,” Altair says, sharp and irritated, because he has been trying for weeks to leave a minimal presence – any less and he will likely disappear by magic all together.
“And yet you always do,” Malik replies, as if he does not quite understand it either, and the two of them fall silent once more.
Assassin's Creed: Desmond Miles, lost
Desmond loses a lot of things for time to time. He loses himself in New York at sixteen, and he loses Lucy when he can’t save her, and he’s pretty sure he’s lost his mind a long time ago.
Now Desmond reaches for the pedestal and for the first time in his life, he feels as if he’s finally won something.
Fire Emblem: Ike/Ranulf, domestication
“You’re not trying to tame me, are you?” Ranulf asks with traces of laughter in his voice.
They are indoors, in one of the castle rooms where the velvet drapes clash with the color of Ranulf’s hair, all the sparse furnishings still make the room look too small, and Ranulf’s hands are awkward over the fork and knife, though he smirks as if they weren’t.
Ike answers in a heartbeat; “Of course not,” and gathers up their plates so that they can have their meal outside.
Dance Central: Angel/Bodie, holding hands
The both of them are used to dancing with partners. A gentle hold over Miss Aubrey’s waist is as natural as a wink, and linking arms with Em to spin her around is as easy as laughter.
So when they walk across the boardwalk and Angel laces his fingers with Bodie’s, it’s really like no effort at all.
Assassin's Creed: Lafayette/Connor, French Revolution
Some weeks pass and Lafayette begins to feel his optimism fray at the edges, bit by bit until he wakes up one morning and finds himself so very close to giving up.
He is at a lost and does not know what to do, but that night though – that night when he holds back bitter tears and chokes down an entire bottle of wine, he is coherent enough to remember Connor’s soft voice in awe as they sit on a crumbling rooftop together.
“You are right,” Connor breathes, staring over Paris, “France is beautiful.”
Assassin's Creed: Kadar + Malik, if he'd lived
Malik’s severed head falls to the ground and from far away someone screams, thin and faint and full of despair.
Kadar cannot understand a word of it, but he knows it cannot be him.
It cannot be him because the only sound he hears is his voice ringing clear in his mind; if only I had died first, if only I had died first –
Assassin's Creed: Altair Ibn-La'Ahad/Malik Al-Sayf, disturb
The bureau is silent and still, but Malik has been frowning in Altair’s direction from across the chamber, his hand curled into a tight first on his desk.
“I cannot possibly be bothering you now,” Altair says, sharp and irritated, because he has been trying for weeks to leave a minimal presence – any less and he will likely disappear by magic all together.
“And yet you always do,” Malik replies, as if he does not quite understand it either, and the two of them fall silent once more.
Assassin's Creed: Desmond Miles, lost
Desmond loses a lot of things for time to time. He loses himself in New York at sixteen, and he loses Lucy when he can’t save her, and he’s pretty sure he’s lost his mind a long time ago.
Now Desmond reaches for the pedestal and for the first time in his life, he feels as if he’s finally won something.
Fire Emblem: Ike/Ranulf, domestication
“You’re not trying to tame me, are you?” Ranulf asks with traces of laughter in his voice.
They are indoors, in one of the castle rooms where the velvet drapes clash with the color of Ranulf’s hair, all the sparse furnishings still make the room look too small, and Ranulf’s hands are awkward over the fork and knife, though he smirks as if they weren’t.
Ike answers in a heartbeat; “Of course not,” and gathers up their plates so that they can have their meal outside.