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Title: Marked Man
Challenge: Tattoo
Word Count: 100
Team: Weiss
Pairing: Crawford/Schuldig
Rating: PG

It wasn’t visible to the naked eye, yet he knew it was there. Traced by long slender fingers, mapped out precisely, thoroughly ingrained on his flesh, seared through to his very core. He still felt the warmth of the touch, the almost superheated sensation of being marked, more permanent than if it had been done with ink and dye. Each caress leaving another layer of the design on his skin. It had burned, ached, throbbed as though a needle were pricking him over and over leaving an intricate design in multi-coloured layers that would never disappear, never fade away, indelible.
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Challenge: Language of Flowers
Title: Fragile
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Yohji/Aya
Warnings: SAP

A/N: This is what happens when I start feeling sorry for the characters.

Yohji didn’t pine. He tried drowning his sorrows in the fleshpots of Tokyo. A different bar, a new partner every night. Some were tall, lean with hard muscle, some had a hint of red in their hair, some were small, soft, totally unlike what he longed for. He left early and came in late. Omi brought him tea and aspirin, Ken covered his shifts, and Aya was quiet. He was through with love.

He almost missed it, the jonquil lying alone on his pillow among sheets tangled in sleepless nights. Slender stem, pale-yellow flower, fragile and beautiful as first love.
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Title: Rejection
Challenge: Language of Flowers
Team: Weiss
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Yohji/Aya
Warnings: Angst

Red roses first, then camellias, every coloured petal announcing love, devotion, desire, more followed. He kept them, collected from his pillow, atop a book, pinned to his apron in the shop, all the myriad places they were left; never catching the anonymous giver.

It didn’t take genius to know where they came from, or their meaning; he was surprised the sender knew the language. Roses smelled sweet, but reminded him of death. The camellia’s scent seemed to cover the sickly odor of decay and decadence.

When the offerings withered and dried he returned them, adding a single yellow carnation.
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Title: Hit Send
Challenge: Paperwork
Word Count: 100
Team: Weiss
Character: Omi

No forms in triplicate, nothing written, just the soft tap-tap-tap of his computer-keyboard. Type and hit Send; easy, uncomplicated. Neat and tidy, nothing that included the blood and pain. Nothing clean and simple about killing living, breathing people; plenty of muss and fuss. The whole thing reduced to a few simple words and phrases. Information acquired…. mission completed…subject terminated. Nothing to indicate the hours of lying in wait, the gut wrenching fear that one of his teammates would be injured or killed, nothing to show but a few words sent across the void to end up in someone’s In-Box.

March 2017

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