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rainbowfic2015-06-01 01:19 am
crossfortune) wrote in rainbowfic2015-06-01 01:19 am
Entry tags:
nothing but a closing door
Name: Mischa
Story: as if words could be undone
Colors: octarine (asking someone to repeat a phrase you'd not only heard very clearly but were also exceedingly angry about was around Defcon II in the lexicon of squabble), bistre (It didn't make sense, not really; but truths of the heart owe nothing to logic), halloween orange (Don't think I've ever been betrayed, for that was never true)
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Word Count: 188
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none needed, I think
Summary: Ilya seeks out Mikha again, who has more of the same answer for him.
Notes:
Ilya is clearly an idiot, because he’s sought her out again, when she’d already told him not to bother.
“I thought that I made myself clear,” Mikha says, taking a step forward, closer to Ilya: the man holds his ground, even if he would rather be anywhere else. “Do I need to repeat myself with smaller words?”
She has utterly no idea what Mira found so attractive in him: tall and handsome enough, she supposes, as far as men go, but there is no shortage of handsome men in the world. He’d flirted with enough handsome men and beautiful women and hadn’t loved any of them. So what made this one so special - what about him had captured Mira’s heart? She has no idea.
Ilya takes a breath as she stares angrily up at him. “I just want to tell him-”
“Tell him what?” Mikha jabs him in the chest with her hand, hard enough to hurt. “Haven’t you done enough? What are you going to tell him? ‘I’m sorry?’ That whatever stupid, hurtful thing you said you didn’t mean? You clearly don’t understand - you can’t take words back. It isn’t so easy.”
For a moment, Ilya is silent, struck speechless.
"Never ask me where Mira has gone again.You had your chance. I won't let you hurt him again."
Story: as if words could be undone
Colors: octarine (asking someone to repeat a phrase you'd not only heard very clearly but were also exceedingly angry about was around Defcon II in the lexicon of squabble), bistre (It didn't make sense, not really; but truths of the heart owe nothing to logic), halloween orange (Don't think I've ever been betrayed, for that was never true)
Supplies and Styles:
Word Count: 188
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none needed, I think
Summary: Ilya seeks out Mikha again, who has more of the same answer for him.
Notes:
Ilya is clearly an idiot, because he’s sought her out again, when she’d already told him not to bother.
“I thought that I made myself clear,” Mikha says, taking a step forward, closer to Ilya: the man holds his ground, even if he would rather be anywhere else. “Do I need to repeat myself with smaller words?”
She has utterly no idea what Mira found so attractive in him: tall and handsome enough, she supposes, as far as men go, but there is no shortage of handsome men in the world. He’d flirted with enough handsome men and beautiful women and hadn’t loved any of them. So what made this one so special - what about him had captured Mira’s heart? She has no idea.
Ilya takes a breath as she stares angrily up at him. “I just want to tell him-”
“Tell him what?” Mikha jabs him in the chest with her hand, hard enough to hurt. “Haven’t you done enough? What are you going to tell him? ‘I’m sorry?’ That whatever stupid, hurtful thing you said you didn’t mean? You clearly don’t understand - you can’t take words back. It isn’t so easy.”
For a moment, Ilya is silent, struck speechless.
"Never ask me where Mira has gone again.You had your chance. I won't let you hurt him again."
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I really like that Mikha is standing her ground here.
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Even if no one else will, Mikha always will.
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She's definitely one of my favorites.