A/N: Intrigued greatly by Pepper/War fic (courtesy of the great afrai whom I look up to from a great distance down. I am greatly humbled) So, voila:
Warnings: femslash, as in Pepper/War.
Scent
Pepper doesn't like boys. They smell like smoke and fire and sharp metal. Some like Brian even smell like gunpowder that burns her nose. Pepper prefers earth and grass and crushed apples. And that's how she fights-with fists like stones, rolling under the sun, warm and personal.
Pepper isn't a beauty. She'll never be more than vivacious and handsome and striking. But that's all right. Her personality with its vim and snap and sheer fury coupled with her defiant hair more than make up for it.
So that's maybe why War likes her so much. War is a beauty, but Pepper is alive in a way that beauty can't be. And she is interesting in ways that shouldn't be, but just were. Like how she liked her coffee with condensed milk and four and a half lumps of sugar (she'd fought an old man in what could only be a mackintosh last Monday for the last can) and how one corner of her mouth would curl up in a sneer. War knew she was in trouble, as sure as her hair was red, but she didn't give a damn.
And Pepper? Pepper decided long ago, face buried in rich pigeon-blood strands, that she didn't mind smoke and fire and metal and the occasional sharp bite of gunpowder.
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Heh. R&R very good. Me will give much, including liver, gallbladder, and what remains of my brain. And one half of a Hershey's chocolate bar.
And I have a sneaking suspicion that it is WAY too much like afrai's fic. oops. If this quirks ppl's interest, go read her fics, and then come back and flame my blatant and horrific and callous and unsophisticated redition of her fics. *hides under a rock*
Warnings: femslash, as in Pepper/War.
Scent
Pepper doesn't like boys. They smell like smoke and fire and sharp metal. Some like Brian even smell like gunpowder that burns her nose. Pepper prefers earth and grass and crushed apples. And that's how she fights-with fists like stones, rolling under the sun, warm and personal.
Pepper isn't a beauty. She'll never be more than vivacious and handsome and striking. But that's all right. Her personality with its vim and snap and sheer fury coupled with her defiant hair more than make up for it.
So that's maybe why War likes her so much. War is a beauty, but Pepper is alive in a way that beauty can't be. And she is interesting in ways that shouldn't be, but just were. Like how she liked her coffee with condensed milk and four and a half lumps of sugar (she'd fought an old man in what could only be a mackintosh last Monday for the last can) and how one corner of her mouth would curl up in a sneer. War knew she was in trouble, as sure as her hair was red, but she didn't give a damn.
And Pepper? Pepper decided long ago, face buried in rich pigeon-blood strands, that she didn't mind smoke and fire and metal and the occasional sharp bite of gunpowder.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heh. R&R very good. Me will give much, including liver, gallbladder, and what remains of my brain. And one half of a Hershey's chocolate bar.
And I have a sneaking suspicion that it is WAY too much like afrai's fic. oops. If this quirks ppl's interest, go read her fics, and then come back and flame my blatant and horrific and callous and unsophisticated redition of her fics. *hides under a rock*