5 Things Meme—of the Ficlet Variety
Aug. 4th, 2013 01:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scribblemynameGacked from penknife:
You post a topic, list, category, whatever, in comments. (examples: "Five SG-1 Mission Reports That Were Less Than Entirely Truthful", or "Five Times Bruce Banner Lost His Toothbrush," or "Five Ways Nikola Tesla Failed to Take Over the World"). I'll answer with a list of five things.
Ideally fandoms that I know something about, unless you want me to guess, which could be entertaining but probably not the way you want. Or (and preferably) original fiction. All storyworlds on the table, i.e. Seven Days, Kingdoms and Thorn, the Alliance, Vardin, etc.
Completed Ficlets & Scenes
Kingdoms and Thorn:
- Rachelle + Justus – Without a Reason
- Shift + Justus + Red Wolf – It's Own Absolution
- Rachelle + Justus – It Came Up
- Rachelle/Justus – Simply Because
- Rachelle + Justus – Defining Love
- Rachelle + Shift + Meld – Playing with Knives
- Killinger + Special Unit ensemble – Technicalities
- Killinger + Special Unit ensemble – Call Me If You Need Me
- Killinger + Special Unit ensemble – Element of Uncertainty
- Marc + Cate – A Simple Question
- Marc + Cate – The Nameless Below
- Killinger + Special Unit ensemble – Tracing Trouble
Originally published at Liana Mir. You can comment here or there.
Re: Forgetfulness Is Its Own Absolution [3/4]
Date: 2013-08-13 07:29 pm (UTC)Red Wolf was professional. The more Shift dealt with him, the more it became obvious that he was exactly like she was, in that he had never known anything different. She hadn’t really expected Justus’ reaction the first time her top four were assigned with Team Eight’s top four for an operation.
She couldn’t fault Justus’ composure, but there was that stony pause before he settled into his rank behind her. If Red Wolf noticed, he gave no indication.
They continued. Red Wolf quickly proved to prefer Kilter’s methods than her own. Shift’s second had always been steady, been the one to do things by the rules—he had a sense of right and wrong that Shift had long since found impractical.
“You’re suggesting we destroy the entire cell in combat,” Storm commented dryly. It was one thing to incapacitate terrorists; it was another altogether to slaughter them.
Shift shrugged from her seat, ignoring Kilter’s grinding teeth or the bland indifference in Whisper’s eyes. “I’ve done it before.” She had bloodied her hands enough.
“Destroying the cell is fine,” Red Wolf interjected, “but detonation would be a thousand times cleaner.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Shift’s grin was sharp.
Red Wolf’s recoil was well internalized, but something in his face and eyes closed up and his tone went cool. “I agree that we should wipe out the entire cell.”
Maker, his fourth, disagreed. “We’re talking about potentially having families with them.”
“As a blind,” Justus pointed out. “They want to keep their base a civilian target, but footage shows their children are learning the trade already.”
“We did,” Whisper said so quietly she might have been whispering, but she wasn’t, and the entire group fell silent at that.
Red Wolf leaned back a little from the table, looked at Shift with that keen gaze she had already figured out tied in with whatever special ability processing had given him. The man took intuition to a whole new level. “You’re brutal.” It was a plain statement, unadorned, unjudging, but absolute.
Shift bared her teeth in a razor-edged smile. “You just now figured that out?”
Justus shifted his weight from one leg to the other and shook his head. “You’re bloody.”
Nobody seemed to have expected the rejoinder, but Red Wolf contained his startlement in an instant and dispelled it with a matter-of-fact nod. “We’re a strike team. Our targets have earned death, and we deliver it. It’s as simple as that.”