A series of prompt-fill drabbles. No unifying theme overall beyond the world of Divergent, though most will either star or feature Tris. Eris as a relationship is also featured. These have been up on my blog as well as AO3 and I decided to finally move them over to here as well. I'll probably post one a day until I'm caught up.
Prompts vary from fluff to angst. They're all based on what I'm sent, so feel free to request what you like in the reviews section or by sending me an ask on my Tumblr.
Also feel free to check out my other Divergent pieces.
Nimadge prompted: Tris, after a couple of years in Leadership looking at the new initiates.
Ripples
I have to leave the office. I have to get up, move my legs, and exit this tiny room. But my feet feel frozen to the ground, my arms to the desk, my back to the chair. Looking back at me are the faces of the next generation. The next line of defense against anything that gets thrown our way.
The old guard was gone. Stripped of their ranks and either rehabilitated through work or exiled from the city. Dauntless was a fraction of its former glory and it was up to me to decide if these new initiates have what it takes to belong.
My heart is in my throat as I scan the names. A lot of familiar faces stare back at me from Dauntless, following in their parents' footsteps to join the ranks of the brave and the bold. Not everyone stayed, though. There's a noticeable gap in the "K" section where the Kennedy twins would have been. A gap-toothed Abnegation boy and a wide-shouldered Candor girl came up next.
I lingered on the boy's file, scanning his listed grades and aptitude test result. Abnegation. My stomach dropped even lower. Would he regret his decision? Would he be able to adapt?
I cringed as I sorted the list by prior faction. Six Erudite, five Candor, a pair of Amity, and another whopping five Abnegation. Those final listings were my greatest worry. Were they simply following in the footsteps of a fool who had wandered into the lion's den?
Wandered in and become one of the beasts.
Sighing, my eyes flicked over to the clock on the wall. I was out of time to waste. It was my turn to greet them, to tell them the stakes. Let them know it took more than a few drops of blood to survive.