Notes: A drabble is a short story exactly 100 words long, excluding title. They're also very addictive to write.
Suikogaiden belongs to Konami, not me, and we can all thank heaven for that.
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Servitude
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It was at these times that Nash wondered if he had chosen the wrong path in life.
He was kneeling in the Crystal Temple of Harmonia to the esteemed Bishop Sasarai, who had always acted pleasant enough outwardly. But Nash knew of the ruthless, terrifying side hidden behind that innocent facade.
He grimanced as Sasarai looked at his servant, smiling that particular smile. Nash knew what was coming next.
"Nash."
"My lord?"
"Did you know... that bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock?!"
"... Yes, my lord."
As Sasarai wandered off, humming to himself, Nash knew he was in for a very long day.
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Sin
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Her fingers gripped the windowsill, knuckle-white, as she drew in a shaky breath. She gazed down upon the remnants of her sin, her fatal loss of control. She tried to justify it to herself; a misunderstanding, simply a girl caught up in the moment. All of it fell to nothing like so much shattered glass. It was wrong; it had been /wrong/. And yet...
There was no going back. She knew that she would have to pay for this.
Footsteps, the sound of a door opening. Her mouth went dry. The game was up.
"Lena! Did you push Nash out the window /again/?"
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Confession
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"I love you."
Nash drew in a sharp breath, disbelieving. It was the moment he had hoped for and yet dared not to hope for at the same time; the same three words that echoed within his mind whenever he cast his eyes upon their radiant beauty. He reaches out, brushes his fingers against the softness that he had only dreamt about up until now, barely holding back his own tears.
It was all right, he knew. Everything would be all right now. He could finally say what had always wanted to for all of these long years.
"I love you, too... Dominguez."
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Eternity
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"This will never work."
"Why not?" he asks, harshly, and his voice pains her. The ring he holds in his hand shimmers in the moonlight with faint promises of what could be. But no, it was unacceptable; beyond that, it was unthinkable. He was still so young; still so achingly naive. Just like Rean had been. It would only be selfish of her to accept, knowing that he couldn't understand... no matter how much she may have wanted to say yes.
She whispers, barely audible, "We could never have eternity. You know that."
"No," he agrees, voice low, "but we do have now."
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Tension
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Married life, thought Nash, was not all it was cracked up to be.
It wasn't as though he regretted taking the bloodsucking fiend for a wife; of course not. On the contrary, he was all too happy he had persuaded her to finally do something about that crazy sexual tension that had been building up between them over the years.
What he was saying was that all women had nuances. Quirks. Some of which could drive a man batty - no pun intended.
He glared at her, arms folded.
"I am /not/ buying you another can of tomato juice!"
She electrocuted him on the spot.
Suikogaiden belongs to Konami, not me, and we can all thank heaven for that.
---
Servitude
---
It was at these times that Nash wondered if he had chosen the wrong path in life.
He was kneeling in the Crystal Temple of Harmonia to the esteemed Bishop Sasarai, who had always acted pleasant enough outwardly. But Nash knew of the ruthless, terrifying side hidden behind that innocent facade.
He grimanced as Sasarai looked at his servant, smiling that particular smile. Nash knew what was coming next.
"Nash."
"My lord?"
"Did you know... that bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock?!"
"... Yes, my lord."
As Sasarai wandered off, humming to himself, Nash knew he was in for a very long day.
---
Sin
---
Her fingers gripped the windowsill, knuckle-white, as she drew in a shaky breath. She gazed down upon the remnants of her sin, her fatal loss of control. She tried to justify it to herself; a misunderstanding, simply a girl caught up in the moment. All of it fell to nothing like so much shattered glass. It was wrong; it had been /wrong/. And yet...
There was no going back. She knew that she would have to pay for this.
Footsteps, the sound of a door opening. Her mouth went dry. The game was up.
"Lena! Did you push Nash out the window /again/?"
---
Confession
---
"I love you."
Nash drew in a sharp breath, disbelieving. It was the moment he had hoped for and yet dared not to hope for at the same time; the same three words that echoed within his mind whenever he cast his eyes upon their radiant beauty. He reaches out, brushes his fingers against the softness that he had only dreamt about up until now, barely holding back his own tears.
It was all right, he knew. Everything would be all right now. He could finally say what had always wanted to for all of these long years.
"I love you, too... Dominguez."
---
Eternity
---
"This will never work."
"Why not?" he asks, harshly, and his voice pains her. The ring he holds in his hand shimmers in the moonlight with faint promises of what could be. But no, it was unacceptable; beyond that, it was unthinkable. He was still so young; still so achingly naive. Just like Rean had been. It would only be selfish of her to accept, knowing that he couldn't understand... no matter how much she may have wanted to say yes.
She whispers, barely audible, "We could never have eternity. You know that."
"No," he agrees, voice low, "but we do have now."
---
Tension
---
Married life, thought Nash, was not all it was cracked up to be.
It wasn't as though he regretted taking the bloodsucking fiend for a wife; of course not. On the contrary, he was all too happy he had persuaded her to finally do something about that crazy sexual tension that had been building up between them over the years.
What he was saying was that all women had nuances. Quirks. Some of which could drive a man batty - no pun intended.
He glared at her, arms folded.
"I am /not/ buying you another can of tomato juice!"
She electrocuted him on the spot.
