Shiver

[thewickedquill]

Title: Shiver
Author: thewickedquill (Shay, untold_story)
Original Fiction (but fits DA fandom)
Prompt: #33 Snow
Character: Male
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The words belong to us all, the crafting is mine. And if you're viewing this as a fandom piece, I don't own the sandbox though I play in it from time to time.
Author’s Note: Written for prompt #33 Snow on fiction_drabbles @ DW
Additional Notes: This was actually inspired by fandom but is original and can by seen as either. Not my best, but I've been having a really hard time writing recently (being museless is useless!) so I suppose it's better than nothing!




Shiver

Snow unnerved him. It brought back the worst and best memories of his early years, of things he wished he could (but never would) forget. Snow symbolized solitude and beauty, peace, excitement... death. It also signified new beginnings.

He'd fled from the wintry regions as a way to move on with his life, but gazing out the window at the softly flurrying flakes defying the California climate and determinedly trying to gain a foothold, he sighed heavily. His past, it seemed, was intent on following wherever he went.

He only hoped that it wasn't a portent of things to come.

Insurance

[thewickedquill]

Title: Insurance
Author: thewickedquill (Shay, untold_story)
Fan Fiction [Alias]
Prompt: #22 Weapon
Character/s: Irina, implied Sark and Sydney
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The fandom sandbox isn't mine, though I play in it from time to time.
Author’s Note: Written for prompt #22 Weapon on fiction_drabbles  @ DW
Additional Notes: Perhaps it's my mind playing tricks on me, but I always saw the possibility that Irina shaped Sark for a specific purpose.




Insurance

She'd guided him through young adulthood, trained him as he transitioned from boy to man, innocent civilian to experienced operative. She poured her heart and soul into his making, shaping his future and sharpening his mind and instincts. He was a masterpiece wrought by her hand.

They thought him her protégé, heir to her empire.

She found that amusing. And disappointing, for not one of them considered her true motives, none had connected the dots.

She had not been grooming him to take over. He was simply a tool of her creation, her insurance.

The ultimate gift to her daughter.