Unexpected Drabbles
Mar. 14th, 2006 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Eep, the no-time for writing thing is killing me. The inspiration for Spike's drabble came from a line in the Fullmetal Alchemist Manga
Spike - No Rain
It was raining inside his crypt that was the only thing Spike could think of to explain the wetness on his cheeks. He was not crying for some mortal woman, he simply wasn’t. He was the Big Bad.
To hell with the fact that Joyce used to sit up nights and have tea with him. Or the nights he’d come to the gallery and just talk while she did inventory. She was the only one to treat him like a real person. In truth she might have been the first real friend he ever had. Damn her for dying.
Holtz - Fearful Weather
“Shh, son, it’s just a little bit of weather, it can’t hurt you.” Holtz told Steven rocking the baby, knowing it was a lie as he moved deeper into the cave. The sky was red as blood. If this was Earth, he’d be looking for the four horsemen.
The rain had felt hot on the skin, dissolving holes in his clothing, raising blisters. Could it actually rain oil of vitriol here? The air smelled of sulfur. Holtz knew this was the price of vengeance. He looked into Steven’s little face; too bad the child had to pay along with him.
Spike - No Rain
It was raining inside his crypt that was the only thing Spike could think of to explain the wetness on his cheeks. He was not crying for some mortal woman, he simply wasn’t. He was the Big Bad.
To hell with the fact that Joyce used to sit up nights and have tea with him. Or the nights he’d come to the gallery and just talk while she did inventory. She was the only one to treat him like a real person. In truth she might have been the first real friend he ever had. Damn her for dying.
Holtz - Fearful Weather
“Shh, son, it’s just a little bit of weather, it can’t hurt you.” Holtz told Steven rocking the baby, knowing it was a lie as he moved deeper into the cave. The sky was red as blood. If this was Earth, he’d be looking for the four horsemen.
The rain had felt hot on the skin, dissolving holes in his clothing, raising blisters. Could it actually rain oil of vitriol here? The air smelled of sulfur. Holtz knew this was the price of vengeance. He looked into Steven’s little face; too bad the child had to pay along with him.
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Date: 2006-03-15 07:52 am (UTC)i love spike and joyce bits.
er..not literally their "bits". But you know what i mean.
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