Some Three Sentence Fics
The Three Sentence Ficathon is well underway, and I've been having a fun time with it, as usual. I may still do a few more fills for it, but I probably really ought to turn my attention back to working on my Chocolate Box story, instead. So I figured I'd post what I've done for it here now. I think a couple of these, honestly, are ideas I've kind of already done elsewhere, but I'm refusing to care about that too hard. Condensing stuff down to three sentences is a fun challenge! Well, OK, technically one of them is three sentences plus a title, but that's more than good enough.
Any, Any, "But demons can't feel love, can they?" (Good Omens, Crowley)
God is love, that's what Heaven says, and Heaven claims the power to define everything. But Crowley has seen how Heaven loves: with flood, and threat, and sneering condescension. He will not label what he feels with such a tainted word.
any, any, "Better a pig than a fascist."
(h/t Porco Rosso) (Disco Elysium, Harry)
Fascism Quest: Uncompleted
In the end, he can't make himself look in the mirror. He knows he won't see the savior of Revacholian Nationhood there, any more than he'll see the man who inspired that apricot-scented letter. He can only be what he has made himself now: a damaged man, a decent cop, someone who has been granted a single, precious chance to leave the past behind for good.
any, any, tell all your friends I'm crazy and drive you mad (Disco Elysium, Harry/Kim)
Kim has worked his entire life to present a smooth, featureless professional surface to the world, to leave only the most superficial, unconcealable parts of him open to their judgment, to keep all the secret strangeness in him safely hidden away.
It's bad enough, a voice inside him warns, that he admits to being homo-sexual when he's asked, but it is unthinkable, intolerable, deeply frightening to let the world see that he is capable of losing his heart not just to a man, but to this man: ridiculous, disheveled, larger than life, completely insane, and utterly incapable of keeping any part of his life a secret.
"Ah, well, fuck it," he says, and he kisses Harry anyway.
Disco Elysium, Harry &/ Kim, maintenance on the Kineema
He takes such good care of this vehicle, a voice in your head tells you as you turn the wrench under Kim's calm and watchful guidance, because he loves it deeply, and wants the best for it, and hopes to keep it with him for as long as he possibly can.
Kim flashes you a smile, a real, full smile as you finish and says, "Your hands are so steady now; it's clear that all those changes you've made are really paying off!"
Much of that is thanks to him, another voice says, because of course it's Kim who dumped out all the booze in your apartment, who drives you to your meetings, who brings you lunch when he knows you've forgotten to eat again... and suddenly you find yourself internalizing a new, and startling, and terrifyingly hopeful thought.
Undertale, Toriel/Asgore, I'll sing you a song of a love gone wrong
Even after the worst happens, Asgore never stops humming to himself, and at first Toriel is glad to know that he, at least, can still find some residue of cheerfulness in his soul. But in the end, it is the humming that breaks her. She can love a man who hums to comfort himself after the death of his children, but not one who does so as he plots to murder others'.
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Any, Any, "But demons can't feel love, can they?" (Good Omens, Crowley)
God is love, that's what Heaven says, and Heaven claims the power to define everything. But Crowley has seen how Heaven loves: with flood, and threat, and sneering condescension. He will not label what he feels with such a tainted word.
any, any, "Better a pig than a fascist."
(h/t Porco Rosso) (Disco Elysium, Harry)
Fascism Quest: Uncompleted
In the end, he can't make himself look in the mirror. He knows he won't see the savior of Revacholian Nationhood there, any more than he'll see the man who inspired that apricot-scented letter. He can only be what he has made himself now: a damaged man, a decent cop, someone who has been granted a single, precious chance to leave the past behind for good.
any, any, tell all your friends I'm crazy and drive you mad (Disco Elysium, Harry/Kim)
Kim has worked his entire life to present a smooth, featureless professional surface to the world, to leave only the most superficial, unconcealable parts of him open to their judgment, to keep all the secret strangeness in him safely hidden away.
It's bad enough, a voice inside him warns, that he admits to being homo-sexual when he's asked, but it is unthinkable, intolerable, deeply frightening to let the world see that he is capable of losing his heart not just to a man, but to this man: ridiculous, disheveled, larger than life, completely insane, and utterly incapable of keeping any part of his life a secret.
"Ah, well, fuck it," he says, and he kisses Harry anyway.
Disco Elysium, Harry &/ Kim, maintenance on the Kineema
He takes such good care of this vehicle, a voice in your head tells you as you turn the wrench under Kim's calm and watchful guidance, because he loves it deeply, and wants the best for it, and hopes to keep it with him for as long as he possibly can.
Kim flashes you a smile, a real, full smile as you finish and says, "Your hands are so steady now; it's clear that all those changes you've made are really paying off!"
Much of that is thanks to him, another voice says, because of course it's Kim who dumped out all the booze in your apartment, who drives you to your meetings, who brings you lunch when he knows you've forgotten to eat again... and suddenly you find yourself internalizing a new, and startling, and terrifyingly hopeful thought.
Undertale, Toriel/Asgore, I'll sing you a song of a love gone wrong
Even after the worst happens, Asgore never stops humming to himself, and at first Toriel is glad to know that he, at least, can still find some residue of cheerfulness in his soul. But in the end, it is the humming that breaks her. She can love a man who hums to comfort himself after the death of his children, but not one who does so as he plots to murder others'.
This entry was originally posted at https://astrogirl.dreamwidth.org/1022607.html. Comment here or there, whichever you like.