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tanagerTitle: Mastery
Warnings: Violence (not graphic)
Word Count: 100
Notes: Written for the prompt "Free" at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fiction_drabbles. I may write more in this world.
The dream promised freedom.
…from the anxiety that clung like fog to every street and word. A grocery run tugged at spider-threads of alliance and enmity. Chances to kill and gain, exposed―by you? for you? He half-remembers constables, laws, another world's naïve playthings.
Someone was always stronger until no one was. Not this idiot, scavenging the Master's shed. She shatters, begging for her life.
He shuts her up.
Years upon years of freedom, from everything, to do anything. Take―or receive splendid tributes. Command―or accept solicitous service, hear artful ingratiation. Bound in silky ennui, he aches for the bite of fear.
Warnings: Violence (not graphic)
Word Count: 100
Notes: Written for the prompt "Free" at
fiction_drabbles. I may write more in this world.The dream promised freedom.
…from the anxiety that clung like fog to every street and word. A grocery run tugged at spider-threads of alliance and enmity. Chances to kill and gain, exposed―by you? for you? He half-remembers constables, laws, another world's naïve playthings.
Someone was always stronger until no one was. Not this idiot, scavenging the Master's shed. She shatters, begging for her life.
He shuts her up.
Years upon years of freedom, from everything, to do anything. Take―or receive splendid tributes. Command―or accept solicitous service, hear artful ingratiation. Bound in silky ennui, he aches for the bite of fear.
