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Title: Tender Touches
Author:
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Characters/Pairings: Claudia/Heather
Rating: PG
Prompt: Silent Hill, Claudia/Heather: Unexpected Tenderness – “You remember? When we were sisters?”
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 136
Her touch.
Claudia hoped for it the most in this despondent and tainted world.
The warm touch of the Holy Mother.
Perhaps too merciful and generous to a sinner like Claudia. With her oaths to Alessa broken. The pure hatred and disdain that was now directed towards her was evidence of such.
Soothing touch of her dear, sweet sister.
The familiar words and sickeningly-sweet names of endearment are contradicted by her scornful eyes and rusty-coloured stains of once-blood upon her features.
Her once ashen hair now a filthy blonde and fooled into undertaking such a miserable alias – assumingly pledged by that man; that Harry Mason.
Any touches she would possibly receive could only be those laced with bitter contradiction. And of blunt edges, burning bullets, and sweet, sweet blood.
Alessa’s touch.
Something Claudia could never have.
Author:
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Characters/Pairings: Claudia/Heather
Rating: PG
Prompt: Silent Hill, Claudia/Heather: Unexpected Tenderness – “You remember? When we were sisters?”
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 136
Her touch.
Claudia hoped for it the most in this despondent and tainted world.
The warm touch of the Holy Mother.
Perhaps too merciful and generous to a sinner like Claudia. With her oaths to Alessa broken. The pure hatred and disdain that was now directed towards her was evidence of such.
Soothing touch of her dear, sweet sister.
The familiar words and sickeningly-sweet names of endearment are contradicted by her scornful eyes and rusty-coloured stains of once-blood upon her features.
Her once ashen hair now a filthy blonde and fooled into undertaking such a miserable alias – assumingly pledged by that man; that Harry Mason.
Any touches she would possibly receive could only be those laced with bitter contradiction. And of blunt edges, burning bullets, and sweet, sweet blood.
Alessa’s touch.
Something Claudia could never have.
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Date: 2008-02-22 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-25 09:37 pm (UTC)Claudia is just so intriguing and horribly sad in the game, I was really hoping I could try and stretch that a bit.
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Date: 2008-02-29 01:49 pm (UTC)Thank you for the fic!
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Date: 2008-03-01 02:21 pm (UTC)Heehee, you're welcome!