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Fandom: Repo! The Genetic Opera / Æon Flux
Characters/Pairings: Æon, Shilo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nothing like a girl's first explosives.
Notes: These are fun. XD
Ten, nine...
She had to keep moving. The charges she'd set would go off before long and that wasn't the kind of statement she wanted to make. Self-destruction was a waste, a pure expression of ego. Not that Æon was without ego, of course. But the moment, the blinding flash when another gear of the machine was forcefully put into disrepair was better than self-sacrifice any day.
Three, two...
"Æon ! Wait!"
As long as she'd remembered, she'd worked alone. Isolated in such a way that she was the sole master of her fate and the world around her. Even as she had worked for Monica she had really always worked for herself. For the freedom. It wasn't exactly deep, after all.
One.
"Get DOWN Shilo!"
Her reflexes were good, or else the girl would have been a smudge on the sidewalk. There was a part of her that wanted to just let it happen, go back to the bliss of isolation. But Æon couldn't. And she didn't exactly know why.
"S-sorry." The smoke cleared and they could look up.
"What did I tell you about staying out of my way."
"You were taking too long! I wanted to make sure it was going alright."
"It always goes alright. And when it doesn't I can get myself out of it."
She didn't have time or inclination to be a figure for this girl; parent, friend, or mentor. So Æon shoved a block of C4 at her.
"If you want to do something, Shilo, just do it."
Shilo lit up, and Æon could see that the point had finally come across.
Characters/Pairings: Æon, Shilo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nothing like a girl's first explosives.
Notes: These are fun. XD
Ten, nine...
She had to keep moving. The charges she'd set would go off before long and that wasn't the kind of statement she wanted to make. Self-destruction was a waste, a pure expression of ego. Not that Æon was without ego, of course. But the moment, the blinding flash when another gear of the machine was forcefully put into disrepair was better than self-sacrifice any day.
Three, two...
"Æon ! Wait!"
As long as she'd remembered, she'd worked alone. Isolated in such a way that she was the sole master of her fate and the world around her. Even as she had worked for Monica she had really always worked for herself. For the freedom. It wasn't exactly deep, after all.
One.
"Get DOWN Shilo!"
Her reflexes were good, or else the girl would have been a smudge on the sidewalk. There was a part of her that wanted to just let it happen, go back to the bliss of isolation. But Æon couldn't. And she didn't exactly know why.
"S-sorry." The smoke cleared and they could look up.
"What did I tell you about staying out of my way."
"You were taking too long! I wanted to make sure it was going alright."
"It always goes alright. And when it doesn't I can get myself out of it."
She didn't have time or inclination to be a figure for this girl; parent, friend, or mentor. So Æon shoved a block of C4 at her.
"If you want to do something, Shilo, just do it."
Shilo lit up, and Æon could see that the point had finally come across.
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