Drabble: Fall | Flight (Batman, PG)

A momentary breather (actually, the day's shaping up better than I thought, and project!boss praised me just now), and a request drabble from too long ago. For kyrre: Bruce/Ducard, demons. 100 words, about 10 minutes tops.

FALL|FLIGHT

In the night, the mountains are silent. The campfire ricochets off the glaciers like neon and halogens at the entrance of Muder Alley. "I do not believe in demons."

Ducard’s fingers wrap around Bruce’s wrist before checking his grip on the rope. They’re close enough to hear each other’s heartbeat. "You should. You’re becoming one."

Bruce steps off the ledge into darkness. The rope is a whip, a command, finding purchase where there should be none. In the instant before gravity and legend grip him, a thought flashes through his head.

He can’t be a demon.

Demons fall.

FINIS

Drabble: Tresore (Van Helsing, PG)

For azarias: Van Helsing, Dracula, gloves. 200 words, 20 minutes due to M coming around with her new baby.



TRESORE

The memories come faster, sharper, after the ice fortress. They lead him, finally, to a handsome building in London. There was a red shield over the door once, though he cannot tell if that was fifty or three hundred years before.

The bankers are not surprised to see him, and he wonders what other deposits they keep in their vaults over centuries. They show him to a gilt-edged, plush-covered room and leave him with the box.

His fingers remember the puzzle, the catch, the poison sting, and then the box is open.

The gloves are white, black-streaked in letters that should make no sense to him. Seals of protection, eyes to see, shapes and words to guide his hands on their path. He wears the same symbols on his kerchief now.

He remembers making the gloves. He remembers how the dried blood came to be on the fingertips.

He picks up the gloves for the first time in four centuries. He wants to put them on, but there is no going back, and there is something in the way. He still wears it, even now that he remembers taking it. The dragon guides his hand now.

With this ring, I-

Drabble: Fractal Quantification (Get Backers, G)

For gisho: Makubex, clouds. 75 words.

FRACTAL QUANTIFICATION

For every object belonging to the class of clouds, set object colour white.

For every third cloud, set secondary colour grey.

For every next colour, randomize quantification. Call on Sierpinski fractal method. Roll the [bones] dice until they rattle.

The clouds roll and shape under his fingers. They are perfect, random, beautiful. An artificial approximation of life. Fractal approaching natural

Makubex looks at his sky. Some part of him thinks it’s enough.

Some: quantification, natural.

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