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Icon/fic meme!
Comment to this post, using an icon that you'd like me to drabble about. Doesn't have to be a fandom/pairing icon, I'm capable of writing original drabbles as well.
Edit: Also, to those people that I was talking about how YGO never has police in it or government figures? I wrote a fic based around that here, which is open to as much concrit as you'd like to throw at it. Clearly, I'm in a writing mood today.
Edit Two: Don't feel obliged to repost the meme. XD I know lots of you are really busy, so you can request without needing to repost.
Edit: Also, to those people that I was talking about how YGO never has police in it or government figures? I wrote a fic based around that here, which is open to as much concrit as you'd like to throw at it. Clearly, I'm in a writing mood today.
Edit Two: Don't feel obliged to repost the meme. XD I know lots of you are really busy, so you can request without needing to repost.
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Right, I know nothing about the fandom (or the gender of the person in your icon) so...
Her blood pounds along her body, and thums like a thousand running feet, marching in rapid synchronization. The air she breathes in is stale but tangy, like metal dipped in cold water. Both hands in front of her, wrapped around a sword, she doesn't watch her opponent's blades but rather, his eyes.
Fight.
The cry from the crowd goes up, spectators kept just out of reach by the iron bars of the cage. It's black around her, dark enough that she can't make them out beyond glimpses of pale skin and white teeth against wide-open, scream-birthing mouths. It doesn't matter. They're not who she needs to focus on.
Fight!
The bell rings, and she strikes forwards, steps into her opponent's personal space, fast and determined and vicious. The flat of his sword hits the side of her bed and clangs like her skull is empty and there is no cushioning flesh between the bone and the blade. She breathes in, a shocked gasp, then launches into another attack.
The bars hit her back, and she can feel hands on her, grabbing at her. She doesn't pay them any attention. Her world is narrowed to herself, her blade, her opponent and her opponent's blade.
Later, there'll be victory and bruises and a trophy.
That's not important. The result is nothing compared to the process.
For now, there's only the fight.
She glories in it -- lives in it, dances it, twists and bleeds for it.
And one day, she'll die for it.
There's no better way to die.
Re: Right, I know nothing about the fandom (or the gender of the person in your icon) so...
Re: Right, I know nothing about the fandom (or the gender of the person in your icon) so...
Glad you liked it!