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drabble: trusting strangers (Soulcalibur)
Title: Trusting Strangers
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Amy, Raphael
Rating: G
Words: 200
Summary: A chance meeting between two very different kinds of outcasts.
Notes: Hey, remember that Destiny calls double-drabble series I was doing ages ago?no? In a fit of unexpected inspiration I actually wrote some new things for it. Also gave the series an actual name (and tag): We Were Meant to Wander.
The initial meeting between Amy and Raphael is waaaay overdone at this point but I wrote about it (again) anyway. :x
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Ours was a chance meeting. Under different circumstances we surely would have taken no heed of one another. Even as a child, I understood pride; I had already decided I would not squander it by begging for empty generosity.
As for Raphael? A street urchin was, essentially, invisible. Indeed, when he stumbled upon the alleyway where I rested, he did not notice my presence. His attention was on the approaching militia.
Curiosity, not concern, prompted me to leave my hiding place.
The stranger was irresolute. A glint of steel caught my eye; his hand curled around the hilt of a rapier. He was thinking to challenge his pursuers, I realized - a battle he could not win.
I felt a kinship in his defiance. Perhaps that is why I stepped out and told him to sink deeper into the shadows, why I misled the loathsome guards.
When I turned back, he stared at me as though I were as rare as a fallen star. I expected him to bolt, to seek safety.
Instead, he fell to his knees.
“Thank you,” he whispered reverently.
He had never known kindness. I had never known gratitude.
Our bond was formed in that moment.
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Amy, Raphael
Rating: G
Words: 200
Summary: A chance meeting between two very different kinds of outcasts.
Notes: Hey, remember that Destiny calls double-drabble series I was doing ages ago?
The initial meeting between Amy and Raphael is waaaay overdone at this point but I wrote about it (again) anyway. :x
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Ours was a chance meeting. Under different circumstances we surely would have taken no heed of one another. Even as a child, I understood pride; I had already decided I would not squander it by begging for empty generosity.
As for Raphael? A street urchin was, essentially, invisible. Indeed, when he stumbled upon the alleyway where I rested, he did not notice my presence. His attention was on the approaching militia.
Curiosity, not concern, prompted me to leave my hiding place.
The stranger was irresolute. A glint of steel caught my eye; his hand curled around the hilt of a rapier. He was thinking to challenge his pursuers, I realized - a battle he could not win.
I felt a kinship in his defiance. Perhaps that is why I stepped out and told him to sink deeper into the shadows, why I misled the loathsome guards.
When I turned back, he stared at me as though I were as rare as a fallen star. I expected him to bolt, to seek safety.
Instead, he fell to his knees.
“Thank you,” he whispered reverently.
He had never known kindness. I had never known gratitude.
Our bond was formed in that moment.