May. 14th, 2010

wordsworn: My clockwork heart counts the seconds; I have no time for anyone but myself. (Default)
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I was actually thinking that this would be part of a longer one-shot fic that's about half done, and it might still be, but when I realised that this snippet was exactly 100 words (Official Drabble Length!), I had to post it on its own. And I think it sort of stands by itself rather well.


Flynn, Yuri. "In The End"

“I wonder…is it our actions or our intentions that we are judged by in the end…” His eyes, pensive and troubled, slide sideways towards his best friend. “What do you think, Yuri?”

Yuri meets his gaze unflinchingly, his expression grim. “Our actions,” he says at once, without a pause for either consideration or hesitation.

“Yes.” Flynn’s voice is soft, and abruptly he looks away, unable to maintain eye contact for more than one reason. The sword at his side suddenly feels very heavy, the armour encasing him stifling and restrictive and oddly hard to breathe in. “I think so, too.”

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