#300wst

[ayyydra]

THREE-HUNDRED WORD SNIPPET THURSDAYS

Title: The Makings of a Nun in the Eye of Michael Words: 297 Warnings: Discussion of menstrual cycles and mentions of female reproductive organs and system. THIS WORK IS A WORK IN PROGRESS.

Context/Summary: Nicholas and Simela are being mentored by their respective teachers in the Eye of Michael, Chapel (Nicholas) and Mirofora (Simela). They are both young adolescents here. The period pain that Simela experiences is intense and this is thanks to the experiments, serum infusions and training. It is so painful, that she's fainted during a training session. Again.

Simela and Nicholas fell silent for a moment. They both knew all too well what it was like, to be forced to train to the bone in the firing range and training room only to collapse from the pain and exhaustion of trying to exceed the limits of their bodies. To be physically present in the moment while bearing the pain and discomfort of the experiments and serum infusions being conducted on them whilst trying to lay still on the operating table, but be mentally elsewhere.  "Hey, Simela, what’s a 'period' anyway?" Nicholas asked, tilting his head as he leaned back in his chair and rested his hands in his lap. Simela sighed, careful to not move too much as she shifted beneath the sheets of white clinical linen to make herself comfortable. "Wait, don’t you know from your theory lessons on human biology? Well, if you wanna know... Urgh..." She winced, "...It's the regular discharge of blood and mucosal tissue from the inner lining of the uterus through the… through the vagina…” Simela turned away from Nicholas, her cheeks lightly burning with embarrassment upon realisation of the words she used to explain a natural biological function. ‘Why did he want to know about periods anyway?’ She thought. ‘Why does he care? He's just a boy…’   "Uhuh, I see." Nicholas nodded as he scratched the back of his head. "...Is it supposed to be so painful that it puts you in the infirmary every time you get it?" Simela whipped her head towards Nicholas at his question, she wasn’t quite sure herself. She honestly thought that the periods she was experiencing were the norm. She never knew better or otherwise. "You know what Nico? I really don't know..." She replied, staring blankly up at the white ceiling. Divider credit.

[ayyydra]

THREE-HUNDRED WORD SNIPPET THURSDAYS

Title: Before the Fall (SECTION: The Dragon and the Crimson Nail). Words: 293. Warnings: None. THIS WORK IS A WORK IN PROGRESS.

Context/Summary: Simela recalls her initial mission as a Gung Ho Gun to seduce Vash the Stampede, and how their friendship blossomed into love, as she prepares to scale a part of the fallen ark's wreckage to go to Vash. She notes how much of her has changed ever since meeting him.

It had no longer been her role for quite some time now, to continue showing Vash – under direction from his twin brother, Knives – that the invasive and parasitic species called ‘humans’ were not worth and far from saving, on this barren desert planet. That they had to be excised for the crimes of exploitation committed on his sisters for the last one-hundred and fifty years. To force him to see what he refused to admit to, or look at, for himself. To come to his brother’s realisation and finally take his side after decades of ‘chasing’ an empty dream. She then recalled her conversation with Nicholas prior to their departure for the orphanage. “What do you see in that needle noggin of his anyway? From the moment Simela met Vash, he had treated her with nothing but kindness and respect from day dot. Nothing he said or did to her had any malicious intent attached, a platonic hug was a hug, words of affirmation were words of affirmation, and he was so, so gentle, kind and sweet.  Even after admitting to him the rather unsavoury parts of her past that had her killing to survive, Vash still saw the goodness in her heart where other men would have run for the nearby sand dunes and rocky mountains. It was as if he had forgiven her for her sins at that very moment. “You keep saying the worst things about humanity, yet here you are, a nun providing guidance to those who have lost their way, assistance to the old and frail, and giving bread from your bag to the hungry children of every town you go to. You’re a good and kind person, Simela. You are a part of the good of humanity.” Divider credit.

[ayyydra]

THREE-HUNDRED WORD SNIPPET THURSDAYS

Title: A Quick Reprieve. Words: 344 Warnings: Sexual content and themes. Minors are kindly requested to NOT interact.

THIS WORK IS A WORK IN PROGRESS.

Context/Summary: A friends-with-benefits piece between Simela and Nicholas. Just one of their few sexual encounters together before they formally become an item. This one is set to come months after the "Help A Friend Out?" fic that I am working on.

As they switched positions, twisting and turning around their hotel room, Nicholas made sure that his back faced the bed every time they inched closer to it. He put up very little resistance to Simela when she would manage to manoeuvre them closer to the bed, Nicholas’ way of practically non-verbally begging her to take charge and dominate him in bed. Simela quickly caught on to his non-verbal request as Nicholas hit the foot of the bed, a mischievous grin tugging at Simela’s lips as she pulled away but remained mere inches away from his lips.  “Oh? So you want me to dominate you? Is that why you’re acting like this?” She murmured, her lips brushing against his. Nicholas sighed, his breath tickling her lips, “Y-Yes...” He confessed. “Alright~! But next time, just ask me. Okay?~” Simela chuckled before pushing him back onto the bed. As Nicholas fell back onto the bed, he shuffled up towards the pillows and propped himself on his elbows. He watched as Simela stripped down, taking off her black pleather shorts and cotton panties together, her body now completely bare and naked. His cock twitched at the beautiful sight before him, his pants now becoming unbearably tight, his pupils blown wide as he watched Simela crawl onto the bed towards him.  Nicholas’ eyes followed Simela as she straddled him, her long black hair curtaining around their faces as she dipped down to kiss him, her gold necklace tapping his chin. He was at her whim and mercy, his hands rubbing her waist and hips as they kissed. For a while now, he had only dreamed of being beneath Simela. She was the only person in the world he could trust to be this vulnerable around anyway. The fact that his little dream - or desire - was becoming a reality above him was making his head spin. He was so weak for his friend, but at the rate things were going between them, there was no doubt that something more was already brewing beneath the surface and deep within their hearts.

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[ayyydra]

THREE-HUNDRED WORD SNIPPET THURSDAYS

Title: Ascending July Words: 383 Warnings: None.

THIS WORK IS A WORK IN PROGRESS.

Context/Summary: Simela bumps into her colleague, Midvalley the Hornfreak, upon being summoned by Millions Knives for an important mission. But yay! Midvalley mention! :D He's quite fun to write.

“Say, Simela… Haven’t ever thought about ditching your current schtick to go out and live a life of your own? To live freely from this? I mean, you’re a pretty, young woman… A fine thing such as yourself surely shouldn’t be doing work like this?” A snicker left Simela’s lips followed by a heavy sigh as leaned back in her seat, looking up at the ceiling of the lift. Of course she thought about leaving everything behind to have a life of her own, free as a bird, far from everything, especially this city. However, she had been in this for a lot longer than Midvalley had, and had been conditioned from a young age in the Eye of Michael to be able to do this type of work. As much as she wanted to voice her true thoughts and opinions on the matter, she couldn’t; it would pose a far too grave safety risk to the both of them. “Midvalley…” Simela began, “You and I both know that this is a dangerous conversation to be having. From that alone, I think you can gather what my response to your question would be, and I’d be putting both of our lives at risk if I opened my mouth. You know full well that he’s listening, even if he’s not present. He has ears everywhere in the city.” “You don’t get along with very many of us, do you?” “No, I’d say you’re the first -” “First?” Midvalley questioned, raising a brow. “I’d say I’m the second, sweetheart.” He grinned, oozing confidence as he leaned back in his seat. The colour drained from Simela’s face, her eyes darkening as her colleague continued to look at her with a smug smile on his face. “The Punisher is the first, and I’m the second.” He counted on his index and middle finger, maintaining his grin. “You know, I’ve seen the way you act around him, all happy-go-lucky, and not your usual cold self. But don’t worry your pretty little head, I won't say anything to anyone.”

“How do I know I can trust -” “Simela, deep down, we both want the same thing. My piece of advice to you is to be more careful, after all, he has eyes and ears in almost every corner of this city.”

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[ayyydra]

THREE-HUNDRED WORD SNIPPET THURSDAYS

Title: Help A Friend Out? Words: 352 Warnings: Implied sexual content and themes. Minors are kindly requested to NOT interact.

THIS WORK IS A WORK IN PROGRESS.

Context/Summary: Based on the personal head canon of mine that Simela's first sexual encounter was with none other than her close friend, Nicholas D. Wolfwood.

What better way to have someone show you the ropes than a good friend of yours?

“And just how many of these missions have you been on so far, priest?” Nicholas humoured her in his response, “Exactly two, nun.” “...So these missions are likely to happen.” “Yes, but again, don’t worry about it.” Simela’s demeanour changed. How could she not worry about it? Sure, her standing as a nun meant that there was a high chance of a mission like that never occurring, but there was always a possibility of it happening. What would happen to her then? “So, what would you do in the event that you have to do it?”  “Huh? Well, I really don’t know.. I’ve never had sex or gone out of my way to. I’ve been too scared to act on it. Again, getting in bed with a complete stranger doesn’t sound very… sexy.” “So you’re not comfortable with strangers, that’s understandable. How would you feel if a friend showed you what to do? Taught you how to please a man?” “That actually doesn’t sound like a bad idea-... Hang on.” Nicholas smirked at Simela. “I can show you what to do.” Her golden eyes became as wide as saucers at his suggestion. He was joking, right? It’s not that Simela was wholly against the idea, of course she would be a lot more comfortable if a friend showed her the ropes. Nicholas was cute - no, he was handsome - and there were times when her mind wandered - and even fantasised - about taking things further for curiosity’s sake. It didn’t help that his shirt and suit were open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. “I… are you okay with that?” “Yeah. The question is are you okay with that?” “I am.” She nodded.

“Alright. Once you finish your drink, we’ll find a place to do this.”. What? It was going to happen now? Or soon, rather. Well, it was either now or never. What better person to do this than with Nicholas, a long-time friend and someone she could trust? “Sure. Sounds good.”

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[ayyydra]

THREE-HUNDRED WORD SNIPPET THURSDAYS

Title: Tales from the Eye of Michael (SECTION: Photos) Words: 297 Warnings: Mention of still birth and implied obstetric death. THIS WORK IS A WORK IN PROGRESS.

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Simela lay wide awake in her private chambers, going through the faces in her head and the names that they belonged to. Initially, her visions were clouded, but as she recited their names out aloud, their features became as clear as day. “Theodore Simeonidis…” Her beloved father, the man who would sing her songs with the Black Sea fiddle in hand. The one who taught her about the plants and their importance in keeping the town up and running, the one who took her for many rides in the carriage of his vespa. The scent of stale cigarette smoke and amber seemed to accompany the memories of him.  “...Sofia Simeonidis…” Her kind, caring and doting mother. The one of whom she had been in awe of her baking skills. The one who carried her for nine months and more, the one who loved her - along with her father - from the moment she knew of her existence in the womb. And whose final words she never forgot, “Never forget who you are and where you come from, Simela…’ It was as if she could see her mother, still drenched in sweat and skin burning up from the infection that came with the stillbirth of her brother, her breathing labored, telling her those final words.  “Simon… Simeonidis…” The little brother she knew for only moments before his death. Who only saw a glimpse of his tiny, wrinkly hand before everything crashed and burned from then. Ever since that day, she had wondered what her life would have been like if her little brother survived. Maybe they both would have been sent to the orphanage together. But her stomach churned at the hypothetical thought of him being sent to the Eye of Michael to suffer the same fate, or even worse.

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[ayyydra]

THREE-HUNDRED WORD SNIPPET THURSDAYS

Title: Tales from December (SECTION: Beginning of the End) Words: 257 Warnings: None. THIS WORK IS A WORK IN PROGRESS.

Context/Summary: Pelagia Simeonidis, Simela's aunt, is a nun who volunteers and helps out Miss Melanie at the orphanage in December. She is contacting the Eye of Michael to send off her only living family member, Simela Simeonidis, to become a nun for the Eye of Michael.

Pelagia’s hands shook as she held the receiver in one hand, and the piece of paper with the few scribbled digits in the other. If her brother Theodore were still alive, he would have no doubt killed her for what she was about to do. But what choice did she have? Running off with her only living niece and guaranteeing the destruction of the entire orphanage and the murder of countless innocent little lives, or giving up her only remaining family member to save all the children at the orphanage?

Putting the piece of paper down onto the wooden bench, she began, slowly but with much apprehension, at dialing the number. Once finished, she listened for the ring tone.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

She prayed to God over and over that no one would pick up, and just when she thought her prayers had been answered, someone had picked up on the other end after the eighth ring. “Hello?” Pelagia squeezed the receiver. “Give me one more week with her, please, I beg of you. You can take her, I just want more time with her before I let her go. Please…” she begged. “Thank you, Sister Simeonidis. We will see you and Simela in a week.” Pelagia waited for the person on the other line to hang up. Once they did, she dropped the receiver, leaving it off the hook as she fell to her knees and sobbed. She buried her face in her hands, her screams silent so as not to wake the sleeping children. Divider credit.

[ayyydra]

THREE-HUNDRED WORD SNIPPET THURSDAYS

Every Thursday (at around 10:30pm, GMT+10) I will be posting a three-hundred word snippet from a piece of fan fiction that I am working on at any given time!

These snippets will also be reposted at the same time the following day on Friday in the same time zone (GMT+10).

The snippets themselves will range between 150 - 300 words depending on the section I want to share!

I have decided to do this as a step to share my personal work a little more often than I usually do. In doing this, I hope to write more regularly, whether that be writing/planning/drafting dialogue and/or plot, or working on pre-existing fics either nearing completion or in the beginning stages.

These posts will be tagged with the following, 'adra writes' and, '300WST'.

Stay tuned!