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Hello! For the fifth anniversary Drabble Bingo, I decided to continue my Kieran fix by getting a card of prompts related to my boy and his Many Issues. For some bonus fun, I also challenged myself to make each of the drabbles exactly 100 words.
So far I've only done enough to get a bingo, but I do intend to write drabbles for all of these prompts at some point! Keep an eye out here if you're interested in seeing the rest.
The Meaning of Strength
Strength was like the ogre. Triumphing when outmatched. Not caring about being shunned and alone.
Kieran wasn’t strong, of course. But maybe one day, if he became stronger, then…
Except he never could. Because the one with real strength had got there first.
Real strength was like Juliana. Casual confidence. Amazing Pokémon. Being able to go anywhere, do anything, have everything. Being untouchable.
He was still weak; she’d proven that. But he needed the strength she’d shown him. He needed to find it for himself, no matter what.
Because most of all…
Having strength meant nothing would ever hurt again.
White Lie
“Nothing’s wrong, Sis. I’m fine.”
He couldn’t miss her sceptical look each time he said that. Like she thought he was lying to her.
Ironic. As if he’d ever…
(But was he, really? After everything that’d happened, he couldn’t possibly be—)
She wouldn’t understand, anyway. She might act worried, but she wouldn’t care. How could she – how could either of them?
Besides, it was going to be true one day. It was. He was working on it, working on nothing but that.
So… it was just a white lie, no more. Because he wasn’t like them.
(He couldn’t be.)
“Just You Wait”
Just you wait, Juliana…
No matter what it took, he’d reach her level. He had to.
…Even though someone like her shouldn’t have to wait for him.
(She didn’t even know. He hadn’t had the guts to say it to her face, to hear her laugh at the very notion.)
But, still…
Just you wait.
No matter how long it took.
And it had. It’d been months, just to surpass the Elite Four. Yet being Champion wasn’t enough. She’d have grown even stronger.
He needed more. More strength. More time.
Just you—
—For how much longer?
(Forever, at this rate.)
Starting Over | Champion | Mask |
The Empty Den | Carmine and Kieran as Kids | Humanizing Juliana |
So far I've only done enough to get a bingo, but I do intend to write drabbles for all of these prompts at some point! Keep an eye out here if you're interested in seeing the rest.
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The Meaning of Strength
Strength was like the ogre. Triumphing when outmatched. Not caring about being shunned and alone.
Kieran wasn’t strong, of course. But maybe one day, if he became stronger, then…
Except he never could. Because the one with real strength had got there first.
Real strength was like Juliana. Casual confidence. Amazing Pokémon. Being able to go anywhere, do anything, have everything. Being untouchable.
He was still weak; she’d proven that. But he needed the strength she’d shown him. He needed to find it for himself, no matter what.
Because most of all…
Having strength meant nothing would ever hurt again.
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White Lie
“Nothing’s wrong, Sis. I’m fine.”
He couldn’t miss her sceptical look each time he said that. Like she thought he was lying to her.
Ironic. As if he’d ever…
(But was he, really? After everything that’d happened, he couldn’t possibly be—)
She wouldn’t understand, anyway. She might act worried, but she wouldn’t care. How could she – how could either of them?
Besides, it was going to be true one day. It was. He was working on it, working on nothing but that.
So… it was just a white lie, no more. Because he wasn’t like them.
(He couldn’t be.)
~~~
“Just You Wait”
Just you wait, Juliana…
No matter what it took, he’d reach her level. He had to.
…Even though someone like her shouldn’t have to wait for him.
(She didn’t even know. He hadn’t had the guts to say it to her face, to hear her laugh at the very notion.)
But, still…
Just you wait.
No matter how long it took.
And it had. It’d been months, just to surpass the Elite Four. Yet being Champion wasn’t enough. She’d have grown even stronger.
He needed more. More strength. More time.
Just you—
—For how much longer?
(Forever, at this rate.)
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