Linden Grove

When the Daydream set him on the shore, the cold sunless sky did little to cheer Armand. His feet were on his native soil again, and he could feel no joy in it, only the fierce determination–nay desperation–of his purpose. So he put his back to the safety and comfort of his only tie to England and walked inland.

Pym watched the unhappy younger man demolish a bowl of groats. He considered as Roic's lips covered the spoon, slipping the cereal into his mouth, then a pink tongue cleaned away the residue. Decision made, Pym stood. "Roic, a private word, please?"

When Roic joined him in the hallway, Pym pushed him against the wall, leaning to kiss the startled armsman, all elegant lines bending to meet strapping bulk.

"You should have asked an expert."

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Mood: disappointed

One day the acting chairman of Ohtori Academy received a letter, followed by a phone call. As far as Utena knew, this was the first time Akio and Anthy took a trip. With some concern for her well-being, they advised her that she should stay in the regular campus dormitories while they were gone.

“Stay with Wakaba. She’d like the company,” Anthy suggested, her smile blankly cheerful.

“We have to hurry,” was all Akio added after that. “Our plane leaves soon.”

If there was any significance in the hand squeeze Anthy gave her before she left, Utena couldn’t guess it, even though she felt as if Anthy had squeezed her heart instead. She could only watch them drive away in Akio’s red car. His hair streamed back in the wind of their speed, but Anthy’s was too tightly curled to be caught in the breeze. Soon they were out of sight.

Mood: determined

Prompt: Akio Ohtori (Revolutionary Girl Utena) - wind
100 words

Ohtori Academy was so isolated from the rest of the world that Akio sometimes marveled that it had weather like ordinary places did. It would not be real if it didn't, he knew, but the sight of storm clouds rushing in across a darkening sky or a mist rising as the dew burned off in the morning sun sometimes found him wishing he could have his better days back. But then the fickle wind would bring him a whiff of roses. He'd gag, and then he'd know he couldn't be Dios again. Ever. Worse, he knew whose fault it was.

He felt tired enough the next day that Armand wanted to put off talking to his sister. He knew she wouldn't be proud how of he'd spent the few hours after her party ended, so he avoided her again. He avoided everyone. Again. Avoidance was becoming a habit with him.

He awoke with incredible pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw a gray sky directly above and the heights of the barricade dimly around him. As soon as he tried to free his shoulders from the rough hands that grasped them, he heard someone call loudly, "Over here! This one's not dead!"

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