Tag Archives: getbackers
dreamscapes
Ban, over the years, has become a master of crafting dreams. When the split-second window of the Jagan opens and he looks inside a person’s soul, he knows instinctively what to go after, what sort of weaknesses or joys he … Continue reading
Could’ve Been Worse
“Well?” The intermediary–Hevn, Ban had introduced her as–crossed her arms over her ample chest and smirked. “What do you think?” Ban snorted and leaned back in his seat, arms crossed behind his head. His glasses slipped down his nose a … Continue reading
Assorted Drabbles (from lj)
The cutest thing about humans is how hard they try to ignore their fragility: they struggle to the bitter end, battering their tiny bodies of ash and dust like it could mean something. Sebastian personally finds it charming. His tiny … Continue reading
various genderswitch
Firefly (Mal) It ain’t that he’s got a problem with women in charge — his momma’d whup him good if she ever heard him saying gorram idjit things like that — it’s just that the woman who’s tryin’ to bargain … Continue reading
lemon party
Ingway/Mercedes (Odin Sphere) Ingway remembered Queen Elfaria, dimly: a tall statuesque woman, heavy at the breasts and hips, with lovely grave eyes and an elegant hand. She’d handled her crossbow with careless ease, but there had been no calluses upon … Continue reading
Trick or Treat — 2007
Loveless: on gossamer wings he flies “Oh look,” says Yuiko. “A butterfly.” — It rains all throughout the end of the month, and only on the very last day does the sun break through. It’s almost too late in the … Continue reading
Birthday Mathoms — 2007
Ahiru finds Fakir in his studio, tottering in on the new legs he has written for her. She keeps a hand pressed to the wall for balance, watching as he goes through the long arching stretches of warmup. Without looking … Continue reading
Trick Or Treat 2006
i. Zombie Jamboree [Halloweentown’s annual burning] In previous years, Jack’s return had always been greeted by the robing ghosts, who would swaddle him up and hoist him onto the signpost, to wait for the Burning. They were pleasant as ghosts … Continue reading
puzzle pieces
Ginji thinks that people are puzzle pieces, just like knowledge, or understanding. Each one has its own unique place to settle into, unique to themselves. When Ban touches him just so, featherlight and burning hot, bright eyes wholly focused on … Continue reading
Not At Home
Secretly, Ginji doesn’t like hotels. Oh, the beds are nice, and the food is good; it’s good to be able to stretch out completely, uncramped by the tiny car. He likes the fact that being in a hotel means that … Continue reading
purity/beauty
He once met a man who claimed killing was art, that the sculptor of a single human death was to be elevated, exalted as a creature to be venerated and emulated. This man believed, with the bloodshot eyes and spit-flecked … Continue reading
Mythology
Sometimes, he looks at Ren and he thinks of Galatea, formed so perfectly from the illusion of a woman, exactly as her creator wanted. When she sleeps, he will look at her and touch her face, and know: this is … Continue reading
miles to babylon
There were no set time for Beltline raids. Its people struck as need or whim dictated, and those were both fickle masters. Ginji needed both hands and feet to count the number of times he’d been jostled awake by Teshimine-san’s … Continue reading
Just Another Day
He should’ve taken his awakening as a sign of things to come. It started with Ginji having a dream that involved more thrashing around than the Subaru’s tiny interior could handle. Ban woke after one of Ginji’s arms flung out … Continue reading
