The Short Fic Weekly Challenge Thread!
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09.29.2013 , 12:27 PM |
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@Kitar: *sigh*, waiting for more
@alaurin: Thanks, and I hope you'll forgive me
, maybe it helps that I felt very bad during writing this story.
And you are writing faster than I am able to comment
, I read everything, waiting for the next part, hoping Tia isn't badly wounded.
Ohoh, I was mistaken earlier, this pimpin'-business will make it much harder to decide what to read next
I'll buy Gummibärchen tomorrow to help me through the next parts of your story, during this one I totally forgot my coffee.
@sthrift: I'll buy lots of Gummibärchen!
I really like the picture bright posted! And your other pictures on the art forum too!
Telling Jorgan to shut up, that sounds familiar
@Striges: Great post, although it has absolutely no effect on me, because I already am a great fan of Cleaner One.
@marissalf: I think the SW says something like 'image the worst and then double it' about life at the Academy. Ru's life inbetween is probably worse.
Imho your story about the de-joining ist consistent with the glimpses you catch on Alderaan. I am eager to see what happens next.
@AgentJacen: Hopefully blood is really thicker than water.
@bright_ephemera: Love your story! So Kaliyo! And of course you're weird, we all are, ask my mom.
Reading your stories gives me the impression that there are a lot of little details you know about your chars.
@YoshiRaphElan: I like the way Kira starts to like the costume when she sees Jasin's reaction
Hope I didn't forget anyone.
I think Ru deserves a little rest and I'll pester the next Char
Prompt - Celebrations
Title - Graduation Party
Class - Trooper (Nikeo)
Words - About 580
Spoilers - no spoilers
Set before the Trooper story
Nikeo awoke in a tangle of limbs. What a party, at least the part he had any recollection of. His brain refused to share details on the rest of the previous night, but he had the feeling that moving would be a very bad idea. He cautiously opened his left eye, to see whose head was resting on his chest. Blond hair, crew cut — Mariella? He carefully skimmed the soft skin of her neck, to assert that he wasn’t dreaming. She purred and snuggled closer up to him. From the other side a hand crept in to feel for his face. He opened his other eye too and turned his head. Kara just raised her head and opened her eyes, to see whose face she was touching. She smiled as she recognized him and shifted into a more comfortable position. She rested her head on his right shoulder, breathed a kiss on his neck and closed her eyes again. Maybe he was dreaming after all.
On second thought if this was a dream, they probably wouldn’t all still be dressed, more or less at least. Kark! He sighed. Still not a bad way to wake up, provided you were able to ignore your headache.
From somewhere in the apartment — Mariella’s? — he heard a noise. A short while later the smell of caf wafted through the apartment. He disentangled himself from the girls and searched for the refresher. After his visit there he followed the smell of caf to the kitchen. Leaning against the door frame in his T-shirt and shorts he surveyed the battlefield. Among a mixed assortment of empty bottles — mystery of headache and partial amnesia solved — sat Ragan drinking caf and quietly talking to Lish.
The Twi’lek male looked up and greeted him with a grin. “Hey, you look worse than I am feeling!”
“Mornin’, Nik.” Lish said. The Zabrak got up, to fetch him a cup of coffee. Standing she easily dominated the small kitchen, being half a foot taller than he was.
“Mornin’.” He greeted them. “What happened to the rest of the boys?”
“Don’t know.” Ragan replied with a broad grin. “At some point of the party, we decided to sneak away with the girls. So they’ll probably be pissed.”
“You sure I was in the state of mind to make any decisions?”
Lish laughed. “You certainly were not. Blame everything on me. I kidnapped both of you. You are no match for me when your are sober!”
She handed him a cup of caf with a wink.
“And she had backing!” Mariella wriggled under his arm and purloined his cup of caf.
“It might have been a bit unfair how Nik piled on the agony.” Ragan stated. “But hey, it worked on you and Kara.”
Nikeo had no clue what Ragan was talking about.
Mariella smiled up at him. “Don’t listen to him. And I like the tattoo, absolutely worth to endure the pain!”
“Tattoo?” Bits of memory surfaced. He hurried to the refresher. Part of the face that greeted him in the mirror was coated with dried flakes of colto. He scrubbed them off and there it was. A tattoo. Big. Blue. Unmissable. Encircling his right eye and the scar that remained from an accident with Ragan.
“Next time somebody aims for your eye, they will have a much better mark.” The Twi’lek shouted from the kitchen and laughed.
Nikeo decided he would never ever again drink alcohol.
I think we all know the half life of those decisions.
...From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire... (Frost)