Drabble #60, AKA the Guilt Fic
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sagesariaPrompt: #81: Relieved
Fandom: Second City/Atop the Fourth Wall
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Notes: I hereby call this the Guilt Fic. I play Judas Liz on Second City, who tricked Linkara out into the open by pretending to be Iron Liz. This really took an emotional toll on him, no surprise, so this is my apology to him, so at least in some way he's getting a happy ending. Hopefully it'll make his mun smile too XD I apologize if he's OOC in any way.
Linkara's eyes opened slowly, blinking as he suddenly didn't recognize the room he woke up in. It wasn't his hotel room in the Blackstone. But in the dark as he sat up quickly to look around, he could barely make out some of his own things. A few of his posters lined the walls. Across the room was a shelf of his comics. But, this wasn't even his room back home. He started to climb out of bed to try to figure this out when-
He was startled as the weight in the mattress shifted. He looked back, there was a muffled groan as the body lying next to him moved. He gaped as he recognized the head of disheveled curly hair, and Iron Liz turned and lifted her head to look at him.
"Linkara, it's three in the morning..." she grumbled in a tired whisper. He didn't answer for what must have been almost a minute, staring in disbelief as she rubbed her eyes, looking up at him confused and perhaps a bit irritable at being woken up.
"...Liz?"
"Yeah?" she only blinked at him, staring right back as he looked her up and down, "What's wrong?"
He stared at her, then looked around the room again, then back at her. He had no explanations for this, nothing he could think of, and after another few seconds he eased himself back into the bed, shaking his head.
"...Nothing...just a bad dream."
At that, Liz rolled over, draping an arm around his torso and going back to sleep, burrowed against his side. Instinctively the arm underneath her curled around her shoulders. He still couldn't stop looking between her and his surroundings. It was Liz, alright, every detail exactly how he remembered, and how much he'd missed. And while this room was unfamiliar, he definitely recognized the assorted Power Rangers toys and weapons that cluttered the room. Was this a glimpse of his future? Or a dream...?
He dug his nails from his free hand into his cheek. That definitely hurt, which was a pretty good indication it wasn't a dream. That still left so many questions as to what the hell happened, but...
He wrapped his other arm around Liz, pulling her close into a tight hug and pressing a soft kiss against her hair.
Fandom: Second City/Atop the Fourth Wall
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Notes: I hereby call this the Guilt Fic. I play Judas Liz on Second City, who tricked Linkara out into the open by pretending to be Iron Liz. This really took an emotional toll on him, no surprise, so this is my apology to him, so at least in some way he's getting a happy ending. Hopefully it'll make his mun smile too XD I apologize if he's OOC in any way.
Linkara's eyes opened slowly, blinking as he suddenly didn't recognize the room he woke up in. It wasn't his hotel room in the Blackstone. But in the dark as he sat up quickly to look around, he could barely make out some of his own things. A few of his posters lined the walls. Across the room was a shelf of his comics. But, this wasn't even his room back home. He started to climb out of bed to try to figure this out when-
He was startled as the weight in the mattress shifted. He looked back, there was a muffled groan as the body lying next to him moved. He gaped as he recognized the head of disheveled curly hair, and Iron Liz turned and lifted her head to look at him.
"Linkara, it's three in the morning..." she grumbled in a tired whisper. He didn't answer for what must have been almost a minute, staring in disbelief as she rubbed her eyes, looking up at him confused and perhaps a bit irritable at being woken up.
"...Liz?"
"Yeah?" she only blinked at him, staring right back as he looked her up and down, "What's wrong?"
He stared at her, then looked around the room again, then back at her. He had no explanations for this, nothing he could think of, and after another few seconds he eased himself back into the bed, shaking his head.
"...Nothing...just a bad dream."
At that, Liz rolled over, draping an arm around his torso and going back to sleep, burrowed against his side. Instinctively the arm underneath her curled around her shoulders. He still couldn't stop looking between her and his surroundings. It was Liz, alright, every detail exactly how he remembered, and how much he'd missed. And while this room was unfamiliar, he definitely recognized the assorted Power Rangers toys and weapons that cluttered the room. Was this a glimpse of his future? Or a dream...?
He dug his nails from his free hand into his cheek. That definitely hurt, which was a pretty good indication it wasn't a dream. That still left so many questions as to what the hell happened, but...
He wrapped his other arm around Liz, pulling her close into a tight hug and pressing a soft kiss against her hair.
