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tvkworks2012-01-12 11:05 pm
scorpiospider) wrote in tvkworks2012-01-12 11:05 pm
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Only a Concept to Fade
Title: Only a Concept to Fade
Fandom: The Velvet Key
Character(s): Vriska Serket
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Introspective
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some blood and swearing
Summary: The Dark Hour ends.
It was always deafening right after the Dark Hour ended in all the wrong ways. The blood rushing through her ears started to take on a different note (she could always tell), and silence pressed in around her as the sounds of the Shadows disappeared. It stopped her cold, pavement to her back as she looked up at a sky and moon not her own.
Her head always hurt right after the Dark Hour ended. Sometimes it was because of a blow to the head. Issei said she'd get a skull fracture from the motorcycle, ha. The Shadows were more likely to give her one before that machine. But it was almost always due to the sudden lightness. How hadn't she realized it when she arrived? Her head was so light it hurt, her horns no longer a familiar and proper weight.
Everything was so different after the Dark Hour ended. She raised her hands, imagining Shadow pieces under yellow claws mixing with the blue and red blood already on them. Her arm hurt today too - one of the bastards had gotten her good. The blue blood was right, proper, even on pink skin like this. The red- she shuddered. An Imperial Drone wouldn't even care. It would have just culled her.
Culled her, and lightened the ranks of the pitiable race by one troll.
Vriska placed her hands over her eyes, lifting her glasses off her nose. Her head hurt far too much. She rubbed at them, smearing the red and blue across her face as she sat up. She was just hungry, needing breakfast. Issei always fed her. And if not him, she was used to finding her own food.
She'd survive. She always did.
Fandom: The Velvet Key
Character(s): Vriska Serket
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Introspective
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some blood and swearing
Summary: The Dark Hour ends.
It was always deafening right after the Dark Hour ended in all the wrong ways. The blood rushing through her ears started to take on a different note (she could always tell), and silence pressed in around her as the sounds of the Shadows disappeared. It stopped her cold, pavement to her back as she looked up at a sky and moon not her own.
Her head always hurt right after the Dark Hour ended. Sometimes it was because of a blow to the head. Issei said she'd get a skull fracture from the motorcycle, ha. The Shadows were more likely to give her one before that machine. But it was almost always due to the sudden lightness. How hadn't she realized it when she arrived? Her head was so light it hurt, her horns no longer a familiar and proper weight.
Everything was so different after the Dark Hour ended. She raised her hands, imagining Shadow pieces under yellow claws mixing with the blue and red blood already on them. Her arm hurt today too - one of the bastards had gotten her good. The blue blood was right, proper, even on pink skin like this. The red- she shuddered. An Imperial Drone wouldn't even care. It would have just culled her.
Culled her, and lightened the ranks of the pitiable race by one troll.
Vriska placed her hands over her eyes, lifting her glasses off her nose. Her head hurt far too much. She rubbed at them, smearing the red and blue across her face as she sat up. She was just hungry, needing breakfast. Issei always fed her. And if not him, she was used to finding her own food.
She'd survive. She always did.