Ink's Ramblings

[Ink.Knight]

A single thread for me to post any and all the little random one-shot or unfinished pieces that I feel like sharing. If any of them are connected to each other over time I'll make sure to note it in the post but they likely won't be.

 

[Ink.Knight]

First up is this weird little dystopian one-shot that came out of me in a haze of three Rise Against albums and a chilly afternoon walk with my dog. I don't usually write in second person but that's just sort of how it happened and it feels mostly okay, which is part of what makes it weird.

You remember things that other people don't. Like the day someone blew up City Hall, and the very next morning it was like it had never happened. No one else recalled it, despite the rubble and the 'Under Construction' signs where it used to stand. A few spoke of watching the wrecking ball take out the old stone building, excited to see what they built in its place. But no one else remembered the smoke and dust and red-orange flames reaching for the sky. It was like the event was erased completely. Things like that happened all the time, but no one ever remembered. And the times you made the mistake of speaking up, of questioning it, you were sent to the school therapist who told you it was just a dream and prescribed pills that left you in a fog for days and made those memories fade into fuzzy dream-like recollections. You don't bring it up to other people anymore.

Then there was the girl. You didn't see her often, only when you were running late for curfew usually. She had dark hair and fierce eyes, and when she saw you looking at her she flashed you a crooked grin before disappearing into the shadows. She wasn't always alone either, sometimes accompanied by another girl or a couple of boys. All of them young and all of them with the same wild eyes and crooked smiles, something bright and sharp about them that you'd never seen on anyone else. You saw them most often before something happened, before something blew up or broke down and everyone forgot about it.

So you started to put the pieces together, realizing they caused the events no one ever remembered. That was when you started to break the rules, curiosity driving you to sneak out after curfew in hopes of seeing them. It was hit and miss, but the girl started taking notice when you kept showing up in their path long after curfew. She frowned at you as she passed, fierce eyes thoughtful. But you always rushed home afterward, afraid of some consequence you'd never actually seen enacted. No one broke curfew after all, so you'd never seen what happened when they did. Except apparently people did, people who were good at not getting caught. Good enough that you never realized you were being followed, that the alarms didn't go off when you found the girl in your room one night.

She frowned at the posters on your wall, the comforter bunched against the wall on your bed, the cluttered desk in the corner with its' sleeping computer. But she frowned even more at you, arms crossed over her chest and head tilted to one side like she couldn't quite figure out what to make of you. You were too startled to do anything but close your door, something inside you warning that she couldn't be found here. That it would be bad for both of you.

"You remember me." She said bluntly, fierce-wild eyes focused on your face. "When you see us, you remember."

You nod, swallowing nervously under her scrutiny. She walked over to you, each step made with purpose, and pushed your hair back to look behind your ear. Her fingers, strong and calloused and warmer than any touch you'd ever felt, ran over the faint scar from your implant. The same implant everyone had, to promote peace and understanding. She seemed even more confused when she stepped away, like she'd been expecting something different.

"Who are you?" You finally ask, fighting back the way her steady gaze made you feel like running. Like a rabbit under the eyes of a hawk. She gave you a mysterious smile and shook her head.

"Just a shadow." And then she was gone, out the window and into the night to leave you dazed and even more confused than ever in her wake.

By morning you were sure it was just a dream. Until you saw the sooty black dust left where she'd been standing. The same kind of dust that accompanied the explosion of City Hall and others like it. That pretty much proved your theory that the girl and her companions were the ones causing these things. But you didn't know why they did it. Or why no one ever remembered. So the next night you gathered your courage and went out to look for the girl again, walking from the comfortable roads you'd followed all your life onto streets you didn't know existed. Streets where the windows on buildings were boarded up and harsh words were painted on the walls. Where there were no carefully tended flowers or trees to brighten the atmosphere. Where everything was sharp like the girl, where it all felt strangely more real than anything else.

"I told you she was different." The girl's voice rang from one of the broken windows and you spun to face her, watching her step through the shattered glass onto the street. Other's followed, slipping from shadows and alleyways to surround you. They moved together, a group that was more like a single entity than many. And yet they were all individual as well, bright and independent while also be a part of a whole. The girl smiled at you and that was the last thing you saw before there was a sharp pain on the back of your head and everything went dark.

When you woke your head ached, and the spot behind your ear where your implant had been hurt more than the rest. Reaching up to rub it you found a bandage there and a bump on the back of your head. A small sound had you looking around to see the girl sitting on a chair a few feet away and you took a moment to study your surroundings. There was the cot you were laying on, shoved into the corner of a small room with cabinets full of medical supplies and a small table with a couple of chairs where the girl was sitting. Looking back at her you realized she was watching and you sat up.

"Where am I?" She gave you that crooked smile, sharp and fierce and bright enough that you thought it could burn you.

"Welcome to the shadows."

 

[Ink.Knight]

A little snippet of a scene between my OC Leah and her girlfriend before said girlfriend's death in a tragic end to one of their heroic missions. I may do more of these as time goes on. They can be seen as a sort of look into the character if you're interested in rping with her.

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Danielle had been giving Leah the silent treatment for the past day, since Callum had cleared her as healed from the injuries she'd gotten on their last mission. So it wasn't a surprise that when the redhead finally spoke it was only a single terse command.

“Strip and in the corner.” Leah didn't respond verbally, simply doing so and placing her clothes neatly in the hamper before stepping into the corner that had been chosen as their punishment spot when they'd first worked out the rules of this part of their relationship. Facing the corner with her hands behind her back, all she could do was listen as her girlfriend got out whatever toys she'd decided on for this session. Finally Danielle stepped up behind her and let her feel the gentle touch of leather against her skin as she cuffed one hand and lifted it up to the hook on the wall.

“You know why you're being punished sweetheart?” She asked softly, repeating the actions with her other wrist and nudging her feet a little further apart before stepping back again.

“I was unnecessarily reckless and got injured when waiting for back up would have been a more effective plan.” Gentle hands were back, running down her legs as her ankles were carefully cuffed to a spreader bar that was then locked in place to keep her open.

“Exactly. And what's the punishment for unnecessary endangerment of your life?” She shivered at the steel in the redhead's voice, knowing this was one of the most grievous offenses to her.

“Ten strikes with the hard paddle and half an hour of reflection.” Despite the feeling of guilt that grew in her gut over upsetting and disappointing her domme her voice was steady. She heard said paddle lightly slap Danielle's thigh behind her and took a slow breath, preparing herself for it to land on her own bare skin. It only came once she let the air out in a slow exhale, the wooden paddle with a thin leather cover landing sharply on her left ass-cheek and making her draw in a sharp breath at the initial sting that spread into the deep ache underneath the skin. The pattern continued, each strike landing on alternating sides as she exhaled her pained breaths. Tears were already starting to burn in her eyes as the fifth landed, and by the tenth the combination of pain and guilt had her quietly crying. She heard the paddle get set down and then felt cool, gently fingers brush over the red marks on her ass. The lotion that was lovingly rubbed into the growing bruises felt good, but she knew her punishment wasn't yet over. Her wrists were let down from the wall to be connected behind her back, and the spreader bar similarly removed from between her legs even though the soft leather cuffs were left on her ankles.

“Kneel now sweetie, I'll be on the bed reading while you think about what you could have done differently.” Danielle's voice was soft and loving in her ear as she helped her sink to her knees and linked a short chain between her ankles and wrists. Not because Leah was likely to move from the position but because it was something that worked for both of them. Danielle liked seeing her like this, and Leah felt secure when Danielle put restraints on her.

“Yes ma'am.” She said softly, closing her eyes and listening to her putting away the paddle and spreader before settling on the bed with a book. Then she turned her mind to the mission, playing through the events that had led up to her decision to charge into the situation without waiting for the others. There'd been no real reason not to wait, no hostages or bomb or other direct danger to innocent lives. No, she'd simply been cocky and impatient. And she'd gotten injured for her trouble. Once certain that her decision had been a mistake she spent the rest of the hour going over alternative plans that she could have used. Even ones that she could have implemented alone if she'd really not wanted to wait, without the unnecessary risk of going in hand to hand. She lost track of time as she thought, and was slightly startled by the feel of fingers gently combing through her hair.

“Do you understand your mistake?” Danielle's voice was soft, not breaking the weight of the punishment as Leah nodded.

“Yes ma'am. I should have waited for you or the boys. And if I absolutely couldn't I should have come up with a better plan than simply rushing in.” She could practically feel the approval coming from the other woman as she finished speaking and basked in it even as the chain and cuffs were undone to free her. Danielle helps her stand, her legs stiff from kneeling for so long, and gently lays her on her front on the bed before setting to massaging the tension from her legs.

“You worried me so much, but I know you'll be more careful next time.” There was love in her voice as she spoke and Leah sighed happily, nuzzling at the blankets that smelled like the two of them and closing her eyes to bask in her girlfriend's love.