Six Sentence Sunday: Nonestic Tales: What Memories Can Bring
Nonestic Tales: What Memories Can Bring
BookWorm's Library | Ao3
She propped her head on her elbow and considered the nude man standing at the large window. The glow beyond the glass tinted his scarred muscles and fair hair green. Heat pooled in her belly as she remembered how those strong limbs had tangled with hers on this bed. But he seemed content to expose his glory to Central City below. "I married as exhibitionist."
His lips stretched into a grin. "Only for you."
Summary: Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around and snow in your hair. Now you're smiling out the window of that crummy hotel over Washington Square. Our breath comes out white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air. Speaking strictly for me, we both could have died then and there.
This short prequel story to the Tin Man miniseries had two germinating ideas. The first developed from my analysis of a scene we get in the miniseries:
So later after Jeb has said Zero killed Adora, after seeing Jeb has his own suit with his camp (and that must have made packing in a hurry a bitch. I hope it came in handy with interrogation sessions.), Cain has a nightmare of finding a time loop projection of Adora's death. Not even her real death, a projection of it! *Pause to snuggle issues!Cain*Okay, so now that we've established that we interpret these two scenes through Cain's macho POV, here comes the question that popped into my head. What if Adora was the one in the suit?
The second germinating idea was hear "Diamonds and Rust" by Blackmore's Night. The lyrics were haunting and for me fitted perfectly for a woman who lost her husband and the pain involved in the memories. And the story grew from there. I have linked it directly to the Nonestic Tales series, but it also works as a prequel for Dragons and Ninjas, Not His Kink, and Alchemy. Content warning for a suicide. I hope you enjoy this story.