Yes, one of those, where after 5 or so they give up.

Anyway, http://community.livejournal.com/fanfic100/profile is he challenge I've taken. Not that I've joined, I just needed a prompt list... XD

Anyway, first two are done. One Maya centric, one Fran/Adrian. Both may suck, but I liked writing them...

Title: Waterfall
Author: Ayries
Pairing/Characters: Maya
Word Count: 137 (Lol short.)
Warning: Zilch.
Prompt: Water

Maya had a sort of love-hate relationship with water.

On one hand, the waterfalls she had to stand under were absolutely freezing, and made her shoulders ache more than she would have thought possible, and the noise never failed to give her a headache. Well, except when it gave her a migraine. So generally water wasn't in her good books when she did the whole waterfall thing. She really wished waterfalls had thermostats, sometimes.

But then again, she loved the day after. Because the day after, aside from being just a little bit stiff, she felt powerful. Reviatalised. Ready to take on anyone and anything. It was as if some of that waterfall's raw power had blended into her own. And for someone who, just some of the time, felt useless and second best...

Well, like I said- love-hate relationship.

Edit: OK, I wrote another one. I'm on a roll tonight.

Title: Of pillows and kitchens
Author: Ayries
Pairing/Characters: Franziska/Adrian
Word Count: 381
Warning: Mentions two women sleeping in the same bed? Also, not beta-d. And I'm a bad speller...
Challenge: Independence

If there was one thing Franziska von Karma had always valued, and would always value, it was her independence.

Even at the tender age of thirteen she had had noone standing together with her in court. The moment she could move out, she did- her father had hardly been a father figure, at any rate, so she hadn't really lost anything from it. It had almost been like living alone anyway in the large, dim house.

So when she moved in with Adrian Andrews at long last, she wasn't quite sure what to expect from sharing her accommodation. Something of a new experience for her- but then, even though she would never say it out loud, the same feeling of inexperience had plagued her throughout the entire relationship so far.

So she was amazed at just how much had changed. And she was amazed even more by how easy the changes were to handle.

For example, sleeping together in the same bed every night. You could tell who slept where by now, because Adrian had a foolish amount of pillows for one person whereas Franziska just had the single slim blue one. She hadn't considered something like sleeping on the same side of the bed before to avoid having to change the pillows around. (But she quite liked it because when it was dark she knew what side she was on to get up.)

And when they ate. Franziska would be halfway though cooking when Adrian would come in and want to start cooking as well, resulting in the two bumping into each other foolishly and running out of oven space etc, etc, etc. So sometimes one or the other would get sick of it and have to find a dish they both liked and cook for them both. (She especially liked this because she could sit with Adrian as she cooked under the guise of wanting to ensure she didn't make a mess. Not that she'd ever say something so foolishly sentimental out loud, of course.)

But the oddest thing was the company. After so long alone, she just couldn't quite get used to someone randomly coming up behind her and giving her a nervous hug, or someone laughing at her muttered insults as she worked.

It was a sort of nice feeling, though. Odd, but... nice.

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Title: Second to the right
Author: Ayries
Pairing/Characters: Regina
Word Count: 155
Warning: Zilch.
Prompt: Star

When she was little, Regina had liked making up stories about the stars in the sky.

For example, the second star on the right that was only there in the winter because stars didn't like staying still. In her mind, when the star had been a person, it had been a she, and she had had long brown hair and brown eyes. And she'd had no siblings, and only a mother. And so on, and so on. Only then she'd missed her father and gone to join him.

Regina could amuse herself for hours like this, staring upwards until her eyes watered and the stars blurred together into one shining mass of souls. She only ever told her father once, when she told him the story of the girl with no siblings and a father. He'd looked strange and sad and asked if she missed her mother.

She never mentioned her game again after that.

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--POSSIBLE VAGUE GS3 SPOILERS FOR 3-5--







Title: About her head
Author: Ayries
Pairing/Characters: Phoenix/Iris
Word Count: 230
Warning: 3-5.
Prompt: A.C- Hair

Phoenix could brush Dollie's hair for hours and never get bored of it.

Her hair was molten lava- smooth, and shining, and that rich red colour had become his favourite now. The gentle waves it fell in, though, they reminded him of the ocean, and he could never decide if that made it like water, or the colour like fire. He liked the former though- it was cool and gentle and clean, just like her.

She had once confided in him that it was dyed. She had been in a panic when he'd found her, because the dye had gone wrong. She'd muttered something about how hers wasn't dyed, and what if he- and then he'd asked who she meant. But she'd jumped out of her skin, and said it was nothing, and she was so sorry it looked so bad now.

But that didn't matter, because he'd helped her dye it again and it was perfect now, in braids around her head like the princess she was. And that was another thing he loved about it. She always looked like someone out of a fairy tale, a princess in some sort of tower. It almost worried him, really, because such perfect princesses were meant for princes and kings and he was just an art student who couldn't even find his friend.

But none of that really mattered, not when he brushed her hair.

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Very nice. I like it! :D The vague stuff is fun to read.

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Thanks! <3

Title: Of seasons, Mothers, Fathers, and the bridges between them
Author: Ayries
Pairing/Characters: Pearl. Morgan, Mia, Maya and Nick mentioned in passing.
Word Count: 448 overall.
Warning: Possible spoilers for game 2.
Prompt: Spring, fall (autumn), summer, winter.

4 drabbles that are linked for the 100 theme challenge. I wish more people did stuff on Pearly and her mother- it's really sad, but sad can be good!

Pearl liked spring. In fact, it was probably her favourite season, even above winter which had Christmas and snow. She liked watching all of the little green little bits turning into leaves on the trees, and all those little flowers as well, that made it look like it was raining flowers when it got windy. But now it made her sad as well, because it reminded her of when Mother had been here and sat with her looking at the trees. She had always told her how much she loved her then, and how proud she was of her, blooming like a flower on a tree.

Pearl missed that.

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She liked winter as well. She especially loved it when it had snowed, and everything had looked white and pure and crisp. She liked to try and be up early in winter, just in case it had snowed, so she could see it when it was all still new and fresh and untouched. And Christmas had been nice, as well- she knew a lot of people gave presents, but she hadn't ever done that- she had made Mother a card, though, different every year, but always with snow. It was nice giving them to Mr. Nick and Mystic Maya, but just not the same.

She still made mother one every year, though.

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When she started going to school, she was surprised how everyone liked summer. It took her a while to realise it was because of the holiday, but still, summer was so hot and sweaty and sticky and full of weird bugs that tried to bite you. She did like it when she went to the beach with Mr. Nick, though. And he and Mystic Maya had splashed around and been just like the lovely, perfect couple they were.

Sometimes she wondered what it would have been like if her father had been like Mr. Nick. Because he would never leave Mystic Maya, not ever.

Would he?

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She did quite like autumn though.

It was kind of sad, because the trees ended up bare, but before that they were really pretty, especially in the evening when the light went all gold as it shone through them. But it was especially sad at the end, when it was tradition to light a candle for people who you had 'lost'. She knew it was supposed to mean people who had died, so she always lit a candle for Mystic Mia, but she always wondered if her mother counted as lost.

But noone ever wanted to talk about it, so she just lit a candle twice, feeling guilty for blowing it out. But Mother wasn't lost for ever, was she, so the candle would be OK just being lit for a little while.

EDIT: OK my lovely beta person (<3 you Bekka) has mentioned that unless they have something in front, familial relationships have capitals. Fixed!

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Last edited by Ayries Kukku on Fri Nov 30, 2007 11:25 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Aww, poor Pearls! D: That was really touching. Can't wait for the next one!

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<3 That was very sweet. Pearl is just adorable. You captured her very nicely.

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Inspired by this perhaps?

Eitherwaythiswasjusttoosweet

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...Maaaaaaaaybe... XD

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Title: Blessing/curse
Author: Ayries
Pairing/Characters: Mia
Word Count: 101
Warning: 1-2.
Prompt: Spirit

It was a curious thing, being channeled.

The first few moments were so different from your previous existence that it was enough to make you pass out. Everything was so solid you felt like even the air was a brick in your chest. But after the initial shock, everything was almost... muted. Heavy, but muted. Heat was gentler, ice felt like a cool swimming pool and a pin in flesh took twenty seconds to even register let alone hurt.

She couldn't really decide if not having the memories of sensation when she left whoever was channeling her was a blessing or a curse.

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