quote drabbles: take one
These were all taken from 
unwritten_icons's quote post here. Fandoms will vary. And by "vary," I mean Geass and Zelda.
No. 1: Geass, K+, spoilers and blood. 234 words.
Nunnally can only remember her mother's shining face and her brother's bright deep eyes. And her mother smells very sweet, her perfume like rich wildflowers, and Lelouch playing with her and trying to teach her chess in his gently bossy way. Her father is imposing but there is kindness in the way he plays with her hair and watches her as she dances with Lelouch.
Then there is the blood of her mother, dripping down her arms and into her dress. Vivid and frightening. Pain everywhere, in her legs and in her heart. Her world goes black after that.
And years later, with Suzaku kneeling by her side with tired green eyes, their brilliance dulled by tears. She thinks of her mother and that metallic taste of blood on her tongue, and the smell of death on raven tresses. Sword in hand and wicked mind whirring as she plotted the destruction of the human race alongside her husband — my father, the man who watched me dance and abandoned us, she thinks. The smell of death on them, on all of them, is too appropriate. And I should not doubt him — she says with a quivering voice — but is that bright little boy the true face of my brother?
There is nothing but blackness between her childhood and the present. And she is left with nothing but questions even after receiving all of the answers.
No. 2: Geass, K+, spoilers. 309 words. (Not quite a drabble, but close enough.)
Everyone has always fallen back on Schneizel.
He has silenced rebellions and ended wars with mere words — wars his father started the same way a child picks fights. He binds people to his side with smiles and charm — and Cornelia grants him a rare soft smile and says, I'm glad you're here, Schneizel; everything is so much easier with you around. He is the only one who has beaten Lelouch at chess — years later, he will still have that honor.
It is Lady Marianne's assassination and Lelouch and Nunnally's subsequent exile to Japan that begins it. Lady Marianne, bullet holes hidden beneath a veil of heavenly white, her blood washed away — the wide traumatized eyes of her children and Nunnally's crippled legs, Lelouch's eyes on fire — these memories ring in his mind again and again, like a deafening gong.
It is one of the few problems he cannot solve, and he feels he could have — they are dead, he thinks plaintively to himself, and I could have done something. I should have done something.
He convinces himself that he will solve the world's problems.
He will solve them no matter the cost.
If anyone can solve them, it is him.
(He is the only one who can solve everything — he has no reason to doubt otherwise.)
Lelouch smiles at him triumphantly on the monitor: Emperor Charles sought the past. You seek the present. But what I seek is the future.
A hand is on his shoulder. Lelouch with Geass glowing in his eyes. Fear tingling down Schneizel's spine — for now he sees beyond the mask of tyrant and victor, and beneath them is a mask he cannot see the edges of.
You shall serve Zero, Lelouch commands.
(And as his world goes scarlet, Schneizel realizes, with gray resignation, that he cannot even see the edges of his own mask.)
No. 3. Zelda. K+, spoilers, character death (and angst). 198 words.
Daphnes had always known her as proud and tall, hair shining like sunlight, eyes like blazing sapphires. A gentle and fair ruler, warm and calming when she hugged him, and he took comfort in her scent. Untouchable. Nothing could shatter her wisdom or her confidence. He loved his mother as much as he admired her.
Zelda on her deathbed was surreal. Her glowing skin was pale and sickly, her hair like dull sunbeams, eyes hollow. Looking at the plans for the statue of the Hero of Time to be built, clutching the Ocarina of Time to her chest. And rivulets of tears staining her sick-gray skin. She is dying of sadness, they all said. So young and so tragic. And they all mourned and wore black for months on end.
After the statue of the Hero was built, before the Queen could grace the statue herself, Zelda died with eyes full of sorrow.
It had to be a disease they didn't bother to cure, Daphnes thought indignantly at the time. They let my mother succumb! Surely it is impossible to die of sadness and regret alone!
Years later, as the ocean swallows him and Ganondorf, he thinks differently.
unwritten_icons's quote post here. Fandoms will vary. And by "vary," I mean Geass and Zelda.No. 1: Geass, K+, spoilers and blood. 234 words.
Nunnally can only remember her mother's shining face and her brother's bright deep eyes. And her mother smells very sweet, her perfume like rich wildflowers, and Lelouch playing with her and trying to teach her chess in his gently bossy way. Her father is imposing but there is kindness in the way he plays with her hair and watches her as she dances with Lelouch.
Then there is the blood of her mother, dripping down her arms and into her dress. Vivid and frightening. Pain everywhere, in her legs and in her heart. Her world goes black after that.
And years later, with Suzaku kneeling by her side with tired green eyes, their brilliance dulled by tears. She thinks of her mother and that metallic taste of blood on her tongue, and the smell of death on raven tresses. Sword in hand and wicked mind whirring as she plotted the destruction of the human race alongside her husband — my father, the man who watched me dance and abandoned us, she thinks. The smell of death on them, on all of them, is too appropriate. And I should not doubt him — she says with a quivering voice — but is that bright little boy the true face of my brother?
There is nothing but blackness between her childhood and the present. And she is left with nothing but questions even after receiving all of the answers.
No. 2: Geass, K+, spoilers. 309 words. (Not quite a drabble, but close enough.)
Everyone has always fallen back on Schneizel.
He has silenced rebellions and ended wars with mere words — wars his father started the same way a child picks fights. He binds people to his side with smiles and charm — and Cornelia grants him a rare soft smile and says, I'm glad you're here, Schneizel; everything is so much easier with you around. He is the only one who has beaten Lelouch at chess — years later, he will still have that honor.
It is Lady Marianne's assassination and Lelouch and Nunnally's subsequent exile to Japan that begins it. Lady Marianne, bullet holes hidden beneath a veil of heavenly white, her blood washed away — the wide traumatized eyes of her children and Nunnally's crippled legs, Lelouch's eyes on fire — these memories ring in his mind again and again, like a deafening gong.
It is one of the few problems he cannot solve, and he feels he could have — they are dead, he thinks plaintively to himself, and I could have done something. I should have done something.
He convinces himself that he will solve the world's problems.
He will solve them no matter the cost.
If anyone can solve them, it is him.
(He is the only one who can solve everything — he has no reason to doubt otherwise.)
Lelouch smiles at him triumphantly on the monitor: Emperor Charles sought the past. You seek the present. But what I seek is the future.
A hand is on his shoulder. Lelouch with Geass glowing in his eyes. Fear tingling down Schneizel's spine — for now he sees beyond the mask of tyrant and victor, and beneath them is a mask he cannot see the edges of.
You shall serve Zero, Lelouch commands.
(And as his world goes scarlet, Schneizel realizes, with gray resignation, that he cannot even see the edges of his own mask.)
No. 3. Zelda. K+, spoilers, character death (and angst). 198 words.
Daphnes had always known her as proud and tall, hair shining like sunlight, eyes like blazing sapphires. A gentle and fair ruler, warm and calming when she hugged him, and he took comfort in her scent. Untouchable. Nothing could shatter her wisdom or her confidence. He loved his mother as much as he admired her.
Zelda on her deathbed was surreal. Her glowing skin was pale and sickly, her hair like dull sunbeams, eyes hollow. Looking at the plans for the statue of the Hero of Time to be built, clutching the Ocarina of Time to her chest. And rivulets of tears staining her sick-gray skin. She is dying of sadness, they all said. So young and so tragic. And they all mourned and wore black for months on end.
After the statue of the Hero was built, before the Queen could grace the statue herself, Zelda died with eyes full of sorrow.
It had to be a disease they didn't bother to cure, Daphnes thought indignantly at the time. They let my mother succumb! Surely it is impossible to die of sadness and regret alone!
Years later, as the ocean swallows him and Ganondorf, he thinks differently.