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Planning (Rachel gen)
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flareonfury's The Summer of Blues & Love MULTIFANDOM Drabble-a-thon
Length: 248
Fandom: Animorphs
Prompt: Animorphs, Rachel, tree
Title: Planning
Author: rhap-chan
Pairing/Characters: Rachel gen
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Animorphs belongs to K.A. Applegate. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Sometimes they talked about what they wanted to do afterwards. Well, Afterwards. After the War. It earned all the capital letters they could give.
Sometimes they talked about what they wanted to do afterwards. Well, Afterwards. After the War. It earned all the capital letters they could give.
Marco wanted a mansion, a butler named Weatherby, fame and fortune. That was Marco. He didn't think they'd make it, half the time, but still he dreamed.
Jake and Cassie just wanted peace, to fade away into the darkness when all of this was done, to be freed from responsibility. Ax wanted to go home. Tobias wouldn't plan. He wasn't sullen about it-- just practical. Unlike Marco, he rarely voiced the opinion that they would all die, but Rachel knew he thought about it.
Sometimes in the evening she would lay out on the grass, contemplating the earlier mission or the mission tomorrow or the one the day after. Rachel didn't think of time in terms of days any more. She counted the times they avoided dream. So did Tobias. He would sit in the tree above her and tell her all the stories he had, as if she hadn't been there too. He didn't expect them to pass into history. Even no longer a nothlit, he had no illusions about living a normal human life.
Perhaps, Rachel thought, Afterwards, she would lay under this tree for a long time. And she wouldn't think about the missions or the sisters who were strangers to her now. She would breathe. That was all she wanted.
Maybe she would grow a little. Afterwards. If they lived.
flareonfury's The Summer of Blues & Love MULTIFANDOM Drabble-a-thonLength: 248
Fandom: Animorphs
Prompt: Animorphs, Rachel, tree
Title: Planning
Author: rhap-chan
Pairing/Characters: Rachel gen
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Animorphs belongs to K.A. Applegate. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Sometimes they talked about what they wanted to do afterwards. Well, Afterwards. After the War. It earned all the capital letters they could give.
Sometimes they talked about what they wanted to do afterwards. Well, Afterwards. After the War. It earned all the capital letters they could give.
Marco wanted a mansion, a butler named Weatherby, fame and fortune. That was Marco. He didn't think they'd make it, half the time, but still he dreamed.
Jake and Cassie just wanted peace, to fade away into the darkness when all of this was done, to be freed from responsibility. Ax wanted to go home. Tobias wouldn't plan. He wasn't sullen about it-- just practical. Unlike Marco, he rarely voiced the opinion that they would all die, but Rachel knew he thought about it.
Sometimes in the evening she would lay out on the grass, contemplating the earlier mission or the mission tomorrow or the one the day after. Rachel didn't think of time in terms of days any more. She counted the times they avoided dream. So did Tobias. He would sit in the tree above her and tell her all the stories he had, as if she hadn't been there too. He didn't expect them to pass into history. Even no longer a nothlit, he had no illusions about living a normal human life.
Perhaps, Rachel thought, Afterwards, she would lay under this tree for a long time. And she wouldn't think about the missions or the sisters who were strangers to her now. She would breathe. That was all she wanted.
Maybe she would grow a little. Afterwards. If they lived.