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kisahawklin ([personal profile] kisahawklin) wrote in [community profile] 15_minute_ficlets2010-03-21 11:38 pm

Prompt #25

If you wish to do this as a spontaneous exercise, don't look at the word until you're ready to write (I recommend having Write or Die open in another tab). If you're going to mull over the word and write later, peek away.

Once you've completed your ficlet, please either comment here, or post a link to it, if you're posting on your own journal. Feel free to reference the community or number of the prompt in your outside posts, but if you use the actual word, please put it under a cut to avoid spoiling others, should they want to write spontaneously.

Today's word is: bruise
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[personal profile] purkledragon 2010-03-23 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Fandom: Weiss kreuz
Warnings: slight post violence description (non-graphic)



The mottled skin, black with outlines of blue and purple against the bright orange hair seemed almost too much. Crawford watched as Nagi patched up the worst of Farfarello's marks before attempting to touch Schuldig. Silently sighing Crawford walked into the other room, separating himself from the spectacle. He'd seen it coming, knew they would stop Takatori before any real damage was done to either one, but it still pissed him off. No one. No one touched what was his. He hadn't even been able to forewarn Schuldig or the whole thing would have gone wrong and Takatori wouldn't have fallen so perfectly into their hands.

Schuldig walked into to the room, ice pack on the back of his head. "So, was this worth it? Thought we'd gotten past the point where I come crawling to you after playing someone else's punching bag."

There wasn't going to be a verbal apology, Schuldig knew better than that. It wouldn't mean anything, wouldn't help anything, and Schuldig wouldn't believe it in any case.

"Yes, he's playing right along the lines we've set out for him."

"Good." There was nothing else to be said, everything they did was for the end result, even if they weren't in on the plan. It wasn't as if Schuldig could talk much, his lip split open again blood flowing.