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Fandom: Digimon Adventure
Title: Not Yet Past Hope
Characters: Tailmon
Word Count: 200||Status: One-shot
Genre: General||Rated: G
Challenge: Written for the 2014 Advent Calendar Challenge, bonus prompt 'dreams'; Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, section A, #51, 200 word drabble
Summary: [one-shot, Advent Challenge, bonus, & Diversity Writing Challenge] Tailmon's dreams call to her.
Warmth surrounded her, warmth that she could hardly remember feeling when awake. Tailmon wanted to cuddle into it, to curl and purr shamelessly, to forget that every moment she lived in Vamdemon's castle was one where her very life was at risk if any of his lesser minions got the notion that reformatting her would bring them some kind of advantage.
She'd done it herself, taking out those weaker than her but higher up in the order of command. While she'd always had his favor to an extent, she'd had to fight and claw her own place out, and so she'd done.
But in her dreams, she didn't have to do any of that. She had a place that was hers because someone cared enough to share it with her, not because she'd killed for it. A gentle hand held her and there was plenty of food and laughs.
Tailmon wished she did not have to wake up. That she could remain in this place where warm eyes rested on her, and kept her safe from harm, as she kept them safe. Nothing less than a true partnership.
But morning always came, even in the lands of the undead king.
The End