sentence meme;

[acperience]

SENTENCE MEME.
(I've reached the point where 'sentence' no longer looks like a word.)

Stolen from various people—give me characters and/or a pairing (LIKE ANY EXIST...) and a prompt and I'll write you a sentence in return!

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[inlets]

Dune & Naga, sleep
Sasa, aim

In celebration of the expansion of the TVTropes page.

[kalisona]

zohra + peria + pia ; trust, domination, goals

minato + tiir ; worldly, naive

[kogetsu]

Hollywood/Sunflower (?) - Yarrow:

"You think you're some bigshot because you beat me?"

With a brand of coarseness undeniably coming from one Arafune Tetsuji, a voice sounds out from Ko's phone, almost embarrassingly loud in Border's cafeteria.

The real, present Arafune quickly shuts off the phone, practically slamming it down on the table—a reminder that this is Ko's phone, not his, and being better than that restrains him so as to not break the device. Ko would forgive him without any problems (he has no right not to, considering his teammate), but still.

"Why do you have that on your phone?" Arafune finally manages to find his voice. "I thought that was recorded on Kuruma-san's!"

"I transferred the file," Ko replies in that all too calm tone, in spite of Arafune's growing awkwardness.

"I can see that, you idiot, but why?"

"Because it's important to me."

Murakami Ko is a moron who overthinks things, Arafune knows. Maybe it's one of his charm points, as it lends to an air of serenity (serenity that Arafune knows to be a dirty lie, because who was it, again, that cried in a closet when he thought Arafune quit being an Attacker because of him?). Sometimes, Ko's not always wrong; their presence has attracted the attention of some naive C-Ranks. In particular, Arafune's heard—and no doubt so has Ko—whispers of isn't that the No. 4 Attacker (no one whispers, hey, isn't that the guy aiming to become the next perfect All-Rounder, but then again, Arafune doesn't televise that to the world).

Murakami Ko is a moron who is a celebrity, a mythical figure, in a way that's almost hilarious to Arafune. To him, Ko is just Ko, the guy he taught how to use Kogetsu. For better or for worse, the majority of Border won't see him the same way. It's not perfect. It can never really be, but it's reality.

Arafune will never know what it's like to have a Side Effect. Knowing how Ko feels about his, he doesn't think he wants one, either. That means that he'll never quite know what it's like to be in Ko's shoes, but maybe, he doesn't need to know.

If a speech he made up on the spot—if nothing but his sincere feelings on the matter are enough to make Ko happy, then that's already something, isn't it?

[gaian]

Karl & Otome - Camellia:

Don't come near me—

Otome has faced all sorts of beings; beings who should've had the power to alter the course of humanity. She's lived through death, and witnessed how the laws of the world aren't so set as the populace believes them to be.

In that way, she has learned that, above all, there is sometimes nothing so powerful as a single person.

The air is cold, and growing colder still. It's not the first time that this has happened with Karl, but at least then, he has had more control—more than he does now, in this storm of ice. At its perimeter, as long as it remains contained, she is relatively safe, even as it chills her to the bone.

That's hardly what matters.

She doesn't have her phone with her: no spells, no demons. Only her, as she is, with nothing to defend herself but skills that matter little in the face of demonic power. As she steps forward, into the freezing tempest, it will have to be enough.

"Otome," Karl says; Otome already knows what his next words will be. He's so predictable, in that sense. "I told you not to—agh... Don't—"

Otome wonders if Karl honestly expects her to listen, or if he even realizes how much he's hurting his case, when pain leaks into his voice or, at the center of the storm, his appearance flashes—from a demon to a human and then back again (but still Karl, most of all). The storm rages on; Otome is calm, even with the steady beating of her pulse.

"Otome!"

Karl really should know by now, that Otome wouldn't think of turning her back on this (on him).

"I don't want to end up hurting you—"

"Will you?" Otome asks. "Do you really think you'll hurt me?"

It may not be his decision to make. But in some ways, she thinks it is, or that at the very least, he needs to believe in that much. This isn't an innocent burst of rain, or accidentally attacking someone he thought to be a threat. This is something at the core—she doesn't know how to put it into words, but her will is her weapon and shield, and she believes that it can be his as well, if he'd let it.

And with that, her heart a wall of steel against the ice, she moves forward.

[afflictive]

Fujimaru & Korra - marigold:

In the bleakness of Haven, Korra learns that the world does not end with a bang, or a whisper, but with an absence.

Life goes on, of course. But when she wakes up to find someone gone (Conner), it feel as though, surely, in that moment, everything is over. Victory feels so far, and she feels so alone. It grows only worse when she is forced to lie, and when she deals with the repercussions (she knows she meant well, and she only ever has—still, she can't blame her friends for their anger). Haven is twisting her into someone she doesn't know if she wants to be.

Maybe that's the true trick of it all: to, in the end, isolate them all.

"We'll win, right?" she asks. She doesn't entirely expect an answer.

"Yeah." Fujimaru's fiddling with one of his devices at the moment, and so Korra can't be sure if he's actually listening to her, or to the voices only he hears (does that help circumvent the loneliness, she wonders).

"Mm." She has nothing to say. Words are only words, after all. Victory is still distant.

She stares at the ground from where she's sitting, opposite to Fujimaru and his mess of a bed. Assuming that's that, she doesn't expect something to hit the side of her head—the metal bit falls to the floor with a clatter.

Holding a hand up to where she was struck (it doesn't hurt, but still), she frowns. "Hey! What was that for?"

Fujimaru sighs, putting aside his device. "Listen, I don't know what you're thinking right now, and I'm not gonna pretend I'm any good at the crap—" He's as eloquent as always. "—but just keep on doing what you've always been doing, all right? Things suck. I know. They always do."

Korra raises an eyebrow, to which Fujimaru scowls.

"Don't look at me like that! What I'm saying is just... geez, don't think too hard about the future. It'll only wear you down. What matters is what you're doing in the present, and you're doing okay, y'know?"

Fujimaru only looks increasingly annoyed at his own attempts at finding words, before he abruptly stands up. "You know what? Never mind. Beating me up makes you happier right? Let's have a lesson, or whatever."

Without waiting for her reply, he stalks out of the room, which Korra takes to mean that he's too embarrassed to see what she has to say.

She wouldn't put it that way, but...

... Ha.

She smiles.

[kogetsu]

Hollywood/Sunflower + Barky - sweet pea:

Arafune can generally tell how his okonomiyaki is going to turn out based on whether or not he hears intelligible yelling while it's being cooked.

"... Is everything okay?" Ko asks. Ah, yeah. He hasn't been here often enough to receive the occasional Kage experience.

"Yeah, this happens once in a while," Arafune replies. "Not every time, though. If it did, I bet he'd be fired by now, family or not."

"I heard that, you bastard!"

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Arafune calls back. He's resigned to a burnt okonomiyaki, contenting himself with the knowledge that Kage isn't doing it on purpose (probably). (He's definitely burning Inukai's on purpose, though.) If only Ko's state of zen could be transmitted and calm down their angry friend in charge of cooking their meal, but unfortunately, that's not Ko's Side Effect.

"If mine turns out fine, we can trade," Ko tells him. "I don't mind."

(Why can't all of his friends be more like Ko? Why can't Kage be more like Ko? Actually, no, he takes that back—Ko has his moments of being a little shit too.)

"Nah, I'll take whatever I get." It's not fair to Ko that Kage isn't meant to be an okonomiyaki chef. "I'm kind of used to it by now, anyway..."

"Here!" Kage slams down two plates in front of them: one decent-looking okonomiyaki that, perhaps un-coincidentally, is placed in front of Ko, while the other stares at Arafune in the face.

To describe his food would require the use of some bizarre adjectives, but suffice to say, Arafune's pretty sure that his earlier comments pushed Kage's destruction from accidental to intentional. His eyes meet Kage's, the latter's matching his trademark scowl before his (currently ex) friend turns and stalks away, off to burn some more okonomiyaki.

Arafune groans and buries his face in his hand.

"I take it all back. Next time, we're getting zaru soba." Far, far away from Kage.

Ko pats him consolingly on the back.