Director Philip J. Coulson (
vintageset) wrote2015-06-05 04:15 pm
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╟○┬┴┼◉─◖╞DRABBLE CHALLENGE╡◗─◯┬┼◌╢
So, I'd like to see if I can do a set of drabbles for these 25 topics that are all set in Ryslig's setting. These may or may not run with Game Canon. These may reflect incidents that have happened, some things that are hand-waved, or things that are not related at all but are fitting to the world anyhow. For the most part I want to keep it relative to the current events until I finish this. IF i finish this I might pull up another 25 for fun :D
(25 Drabbles) TABLE SET #1
#01 - Strength | #02 - Music | #03 - Cold | #04 - Lies | #05 - Talent |
#06 - Heart | #07 - Fire | #08 - Nervous | #09 - Blue | #10 - Friendship |
#11 - Forever | #12 - Late | #13 - Moment | #14 - Forget | #15 - Scream |
#16 - Passion | #17 - Alone | #18 - Fear | #19 - Courage | #20 - Wait |
#21 - Writer's Choice | #22 - Writer's Choice | #23 - Writer's Choice | #24 - Writer's Choice | #25 - Writer's Choice |
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#4 - Lies
Almost. He knows... he knows first hand, just how bad Fitz would be. Or he thinks he's be that way again. Seven months away shouldn't have changed him that much that he wouldn't be a wreck over it. That he wouldn't be a complete mess over the fact that Jemma Simmons, his best friend, partner and possibly more... was missing.
There was no reason to tell him this.
None.
So he lies when the boy asks how everyone is doing in his own timeline.
He lies to protect him, because he knows, he knows if they get back home, back to their timelines. He knows that Fitz will fall apart, even if just for a little while, while they try to find Jemma again. He knows, and he doesn't think his heart can handle seeing it happen again.
He lies and tells him that everything is alright.
He hates the feeling of the lie less then the truth at least.
#7 - Fire
So it burned, the feeling of muscles pulling to the point that they ripped, the feeling of bones in his body shifting while nothing else did, pushing, pulling, stretching to an inhuman size in a normal human sized body. He could feel parts of his frame protrude against thinly stretched skin, could feel the density of bones thicken as if he were becoming something much larger then he really was.
The next time he changed it was easier. His flesh was a bit more used to the movement, but it still burned, like someone else a fire to every ounce of blood he had inside. The blackened bruises left behind for the first hour appearing to be the result of that fire.
Every night it got easier, but the fire as always there, even for the first few moments.