Dee Moyza

Originally written April 3, 2018

Standing waist-deep in the river, beneath the summer stars, she offers him water to drink, and is not surprised when he returns that fall, suitcase and ring in hand.

Had she known that the silt would choke him, that he’d seek to kill the taste with cheap whiskey, and burn a hole in himself to bleed out their love, she might not have made him drink. But tonight she knows only a delicious shiver as her fingertips push past his lips, her hands tilting to pour a devastating future into him. “You’ll be back,” she purrs. “You’ve drunk the water.”

Title: "Butterflies"
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Characters/Pairings: Relm Arrowny
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Relm tests the limits of her magic.
Notes: Cross-posted to 100words and anythingdrabble

Relm discovered the limits of her magic early on, when, tired of painting copies of butterflies, she attempted to paint a family for herself. She'd always wondered what a real family felt like: real parents to keep her warm and safe, so she didn't always have to act so tough. But no matter how vivid her daydream, no matter how desperate her yearning, nothing came from her brush but static, childlike figures.

She could mimic life, she realized, but not create it. She took this disappointment in stride, sliding another brick into her walls, and turned back to the butterflies.

Title: "Anticipation"
Fandom: Transistor
Characters/Pairings: Sybil Reisz
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Sybil prepares to welcome Red to the Sandbox
Notes: Cross-posted from 100words.

Sybil's hands trembled as she fluffed the cushion on her hammock. Everything had to be perfect; in a few hours, Red would be here — shocked, crying, but hers, at last. That pesky bodyguard would finally be out of the way, disappearing before their eyes, and in the ensuing confusion, she would take Red by the arm and lead her back here, to grieve, to heal, to realize who truly loved her. If she could grab the Transistor as well, great, but a few lines of code would lock the others out, and her and Red in their own little paradise.

Title: "Waking Up in the Country" (100 words)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transistor
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Character: Farrah Yon-Dale
Summary: In her capacity as a skypainter, Farrah worked with every color she could imagine. The colors outside of Cloudbank, however, went far beyond that.
Notes:Cross-posted from 100words

She'd painted the sunsets, once. She'd created enchanting romantic evenings, tranquil morning skies, blazing orange solstices. Whatever the people asked of her, she delivered, with grace, with passion, with every color imaginable at her fingertips.

But Farrah could never have dreamed up the colors she saw when she opened her eyes now. The gold of the wheat that tickled her skin, the endless blue spreading overhead, the weather-beaten red of a building far away.

These colors filled her heart, and broke it; she instinctively knew they were not hers to touch, or control. Alien, unknowable – yet, somehow, deeply, achingly, familiar.

He sits on the windowsill, half-hidden by the blinds, his plastic plumage fading, but his posture still as proud. Not quite forgotten, but not oft-remembered, he nevertheless continues his work, diligently, tirelessly, from the first rays of the sun to the last. His tiny wings flap in a steady rhythm, laying the cadence for the march of time.

Click, click, click, the day is fading.

Click, click, click, the future is now.

Click, click, click, savor the moment, for it passes in the flap of a wing.

Click, click, click, remember I'm here, watching the sun, driven by its glow.