20 sentences (Layla/Warren): shallowness
Sky High, PG. Layla/Warren.
Summary: Somewhere
between the evil twins and the evil-natured robots, they fell in love. A fic of 20 sentences.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, and I make no profit from this fan fiction.
Notes: I thought I’d try my
hand at the sentence fic genre, and these two seemed
like the perfect couple for it. I meant to do 50, but only managed 20. With
thanks to Pyroblaze 18 for the beta, all the idiocies
are mine.
20 sentences (Layla/Warren):
shallowness
1. Possibilities
2. Help
This isn’t Save the
Citizen, it’s Zach hanging off the ledge by his
fingertips, and all Layla has to work with is a scrap
of moss, but
3. Scent
He turns to her - she’s as
fresh as a garden in spring while he smells of ash, but the same exhaustion
from fighting the bad guys is on their faces.
4. Want
Her hair is so dark a red,
it's brown, and Ayla's eyes are hard, but Warren
closes his eyes and lets her slowly kiss her way up his neck like he's always
wanted Layla to do.
5. Join
Warren grabs her hand,
because he knows the way out of the warehouse, forcing Layla
to follow, breathless at his pace, but when they reach outside and she gets
some oxygen into her brain, she notices he hasn't let her hand go.
6. Silence
He never thought he'd miss
it, the constant chatter, the latest lecture about what's wrong with the world
and how to make it better, but Layla isn't talking,
and silence from her feels like Arctic winter, so
7. Transform
He's got used to her coming
over, occasionally with stuff she’s rescued from flea markets for him, to make
up for dissecting the death throes of her relationship with Will, stuff that
Warren would never have picked, but most of which he puts to use, and one
night, she's so busy suggesting further alterations to his apartment that she
never mentions Stronghold.
8. Sharp
They’re welcomed by a blade
rotating towards them; Layla too far ahead of
9. Comfort
Layla doesn’t give him chicken soup, just vegetable soup,
her cool hands linger on his face for too brief a time as he burns up without
flaming, night and day, three days running, always there.
10. Confusion
Layla pulls back from Warren fast, not sure where the
fervor of the kiss came from - embracing, fine, that she gets, she was glad
that her friend was alive after the 'quake, but how did that turn into kissing
him?
11. Suspicion
"Are you doing this to
make Stronghold jealous?" he asks, voice raspier than it was before, Layla stills, clutching his shirt with one hand, the other
palm outstretched, supporting her against the wall.
12. Mystery
She's not sure what he's thinking
on their second date, or first real date, and she wishes she'd suggested
something other than a visit to a competing restaurant, he isn't a vegetarian,
he's going to hate it, and all Layla's ebullience
that Warren actually turned up is fading away when he smiles as he holds the
door open for her.
13. Message
Ms Williams is a little
shorter than Layla when they're both bare footed and
she has the same sweet smile, but
14. Beauty
Warren's getting better at
saying something when Layla dresses up, and then she
gives him that radiant smile and he wishes he'd said it better, wishes he had
the power to turn back time and say that she looks beautiful.
15. Restraint
It was easy to tell Will
and herself that she wasn't ready, easy and true, she thought then, and now
here is Warren, waiting on her decision, ready or not, and the truth is...what,
Layla?
16. Hair
It’s come to something when
he’s powering up, creating fireballs because they sometimes flicker the same
shade as Layla’s hair.
17. Possess
18. Oppose
The moment before the
onslaught begins...Layla spares
19. Scream
It rings around and around
in his head, the sound that ripped out of her when she saw Will's body; Warren
hasn't heard her speak since and it's so wrong - he's the quiet one, she's the
talker - so he stays close, hoping to be the first to hear her whispering,
speaking, whatever, anything to take the place of that noise.
20. Imagine
The branch cradles Layla more snuggly than a hammock, the wind is in her hair,
but she doesn’t notice, day-dreaming about what she’ll do to Warren when he
comes back from saving Hong Kong.
Fin.
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