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Challenges 034, 035, 036, 037 and 038
Story title: Drabble collection
Author: Ingvild
Word count: 500 (505 with titles)
Rating and warnings: For everyone who can handle drabbles.
Characters and/or pairing: Quatre, OC, Catherine, Trowa, Relena, Heero
Summary: A collection of drabbles set during series canon (except the last one, set partly afterwards).
Piano
There’s a piano standing in the recital hall in the east wing in the palace in the Sank Kingdom. It stood there and gathered dust long before the invasion where the king and queen were killed, and the prince and princess disappeared. The entire east wing had fallen into disuse, all recitals took place in the more glamorous north wing, and no-one in the royal family itself played.
So when the lid is lifted by the tentative hand of a disheartened young Gundam pilot, it’s severely out of tune. No matter. Soon, Quatre will be coaxing sweet music from it.
Slow
The Aries pilots ruled the sky. No-one else, not the pilots of the fighter planes, not the other mobile suit pilots, no-one, could match them. The Aries was the best for air-to-air combat, and when the squad of mobile suits appeared in the sky, it took another squad of Aries to match them. And the only ones who had access to the Aries were Oz.
Control the skies, and you control the battlefield. Oz reigned supreme.
Until the Gundams showed up. The Aries was outdated, slow, and all too soon, the Aries pilot died, unable to conquer this new threat.
Sleeve
“Nothing up my sleeve,” the conjurer said, shaking them to prove it. Then he started pulling yard after yard of brightly colored scarf from his pocket, delighting the watching children.
Ten-year-old Catherine Bloom had seen the show many times, but couldn’t figure out how he did it. He had promised to tell her when she got older, but she had realized that he would never deem her old enough for his secrets.
She remembered him now, as she wrapped a blanket around Trowa. Trowa’s face was blank, his memories gone. And Catherine had no tricks up her sleeve to help.
Welcome
Relena paused in front of the large building. The government of the country neighbouring the Sank Kingdom met here. It was the first stop on her ambassadorial journey.
This was where she would begin spreading her message. It was both easier and harder than many other countries would be. It had been close enough to Sank that a lot of their thinking had been similar, but they had still allowed troops to pass through on the day when Sank had fallen and Relena’s parents had been killed.
Would they recognize her authority?
“Welcome, princess Relena”.
She wondered if she was.
Card
He tore up the invitation to her birthday party, distancing himself from her attempts to reach out. She tore the card that came with her birthday present, asking him to see her in person next time. Two similar acts, two different meanings. Both times, she reached out, and while he rejected her the first time, the second it was more a question of “not now, maybe later”.
And now it is later, and he is standing in front of a stand of cards, wondering if he should buy one. If he delivers it into her hands, will it remain intact?
Author: Ingvild
Word count: 500 (505 with titles)
Rating and warnings: For everyone who can handle drabbles.
Characters and/or pairing: Quatre, OC, Catherine, Trowa, Relena, Heero
Summary: A collection of drabbles set during series canon (except the last one, set partly afterwards).
Piano
There’s a piano standing in the recital hall in the east wing in the palace in the Sank Kingdom. It stood there and gathered dust long before the invasion where the king and queen were killed, and the prince and princess disappeared. The entire east wing had fallen into disuse, all recitals took place in the more glamorous north wing, and no-one in the royal family itself played.
So when the lid is lifted by the tentative hand of a disheartened young Gundam pilot, it’s severely out of tune. No matter. Soon, Quatre will be coaxing sweet music from it.
Slow
The Aries pilots ruled the sky. No-one else, not the pilots of the fighter planes, not the other mobile suit pilots, no-one, could match them. The Aries was the best for air-to-air combat, and when the squad of mobile suits appeared in the sky, it took another squad of Aries to match them. And the only ones who had access to the Aries were Oz.
Control the skies, and you control the battlefield. Oz reigned supreme.
Until the Gundams showed up. The Aries was outdated, slow, and all too soon, the Aries pilot died, unable to conquer this new threat.
Sleeve
“Nothing up my sleeve,” the conjurer said, shaking them to prove it. Then he started pulling yard after yard of brightly colored scarf from his pocket, delighting the watching children.
Ten-year-old Catherine Bloom had seen the show many times, but couldn’t figure out how he did it. He had promised to tell her when she got older, but she had realized that he would never deem her old enough for his secrets.
She remembered him now, as she wrapped a blanket around Trowa. Trowa’s face was blank, his memories gone. And Catherine had no tricks up her sleeve to help.
Welcome
Relena paused in front of the large building. The government of the country neighbouring the Sank Kingdom met here. It was the first stop on her ambassadorial journey.
This was where she would begin spreading her message. It was both easier and harder than many other countries would be. It had been close enough to Sank that a lot of their thinking had been similar, but they had still allowed troops to pass through on the day when Sank had fallen and Relena’s parents had been killed.
Would they recognize her authority?
“Welcome, princess Relena”.
She wondered if she was.
Card
He tore up the invitation to her birthday party, distancing himself from her attempts to reach out. She tore the card that came with her birthday present, asking him to see her in person next time. Two similar acts, two different meanings. Both times, she reached out, and while he rejected her the first time, the second it was more a question of “not now, maybe later”.
And now it is later, and he is standing in front of a stand of cards, wondering if he should buy one. If he delivers it into her hands, will it remain intact?