Writing challange

[narcasse]

Since I’ve reached 100 Trinity Blood fics at Sunsets, it’s Nuit Blanche, I’m meant to be writing pr0n and we’re into the countdown to International Narsus Month: drabble/ficlet/maybe even something longer requests are open. Prompts such as fandom, character, prop or location are welcome or name a genre, a point in the canonical storyline etc. Crossovers are fine too: I’ll see what I can do with them.

Fandoms I can probably write in at the current time being: Meine Liebe, Trinity Blood, The Matrix, Sherlock Holmes, Yugioh AU, Sunshine, Batman, The Hellbound Heart, Stargate, XXXholic, Greek myth, Saiyuki. There may be more that I’m missing from that list too so try me.

Not limited to one request per player since I’m in the mood to be writing.

Comments

1) Meine Liebe

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

I’m not convinced that Werner and Beruze left together at all because the second series uses so much reflection imagery that I took the reflection to mean that it was Werner thinking about Beruze instead. Still, if they did:


They get as far as Switzerland before Beruze suddenly vanishes. Werner wakes up one morning in his hotel room knowing that if he crosses the hall he will find only an empty room, bed linen stripped, hotel staff busy, lacking any evidence that his brother was ever even there.

“…somewhere neutral.”
“Switzerland.”
He’d laughed and booked the train journey anyway.

What he’d thought that they could do next he doesn’t know. All that had mattered to him was keeping his brother safe, keeping him from harm had mattered more than official family reputation.

He stays in the hotel for another week, knowing that Beruze will not return yet unable to find it in himself to go anywhere else. He talks to other guest, hotel staff, the staff at the local cafes, even the locals themselves. Everybody comes to know him: Werner, a man who has fled Kuchen.

By the end of the week a messenger arrives, an official from the Russian Consulate, who hands him a manila envelop full of instructions. There are train tickets, directions, hotel reservations and finally an address in Moscow. There is also a letter:

My dear brother,

Since you make it very clear that you have no wish to return home and instead intend to make yourself a highly visible target for any amount of unpleasantness I am compelled to rectify the matter. The courier will have delivered to you the means to cross the continent and arrive safely in Moscow. The address I have provided is that of my own home. I will not be there when you arrive or for the foreseeable future but my colleagues will see to your wellbeing in my absence.
Do try to keep yourself out of trouble in the meantime.

Beruze

P.S. If you encounter any trouble from the Lüneburgs do remind the Pfalzgraf-in-waiting that he owes me since I took the fall for him.

Re: 1) Meine Liebe

[ladyassassin27.livejournal.com]

because the second series uses so much reflection imagery that I took the reflection to mean that it was Werner thinking about Beruze instead.

Actually this is what I understood the first time I watched Weider, I think it was after someone pointed it out to me that I realzied that is what they actually meant.

That aside, I really like this, especially that the Lüneburgs were behind the whole thing. By Pfalgraf-in-waiting I assume you mean Camus?
But why do I get the feeling the Werner doing everything short of painting a bullseye on his back was intentional?

Re: 1) Meine Liebe

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

I really don’t buy the idea that they were both there in Werner’s car, mostly because Beruze would have been a wanted criminal by that point so he really wouldn’t be able to risk being seen in public or at least not so blatantly outside Rosenstolz.

By Pfalgraf-in-waiting I assume you mean Camus?

Yes, he’s starting to play his hand seeing as at this point they’ll become Strahl very soon. The aftermath would probably play out quite interesting amongst the Strahl candidates too:

“You know something!” Nicholas shoved Orpherus back against the wall, gripping him by the shoulders hard enough to bruise.
“You know nothing!” Orpherus hissed back though he didn’t try to break the other boy’s hold.
Nicholas stepped back, shaking his head at the whole dammed situation.
Orpherus strode past, pausing a few inches distant, his back to Nicholas still. “If you follow my lead you might even learn something.”

In the almost empty classroom Daniel watched Naoji suspiciously. The Japanese boy had been staring out of the window, a faint smile playing about his lips for a while.
Opening his mouth to speak Daniel found himself subjected to an expression that he could only describe as cruel.
“Have you heard the line: No prince ever lacked good excuses to colour his bad faith?”
Naoji began to laugh softly before Daniel could even think to reply.

Elmunt knelt beside the flowers, not really seeing them. “You lied, didn’t you?”
“Never without reason.” Ludwig’s voice cut across what Elmunt had presumed a private conversation.
Camus smiled and moved away to talk privately to his cousin.
Standing up Elmunt was surprised by the comforting touch of a hand to his shoulder.
“You’ll get used to it.”
“I…”
“If you want to be Strahl.” Eduard’s friendly admonishment had a little too much force to it.