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[Puella Magi Madoka Magica] itching to doubt (Kyouko/Sayaka)
Title: itching to doubt
Fandom: Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Length: 327 words
Prompt: comment_fic: Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Kyouko/Sayaka, Palm Sunday
Pairing: Kyouko/Sayaka
Other: I'm not really sure where this would fit in canon. A missing scene or one of Homura's lost AUs maybe. Oh well. Religious themes.
Excerpt: Sayaka doesn't know that she's ever met a Christian before. Or whatever Kyouko counts as. She's pretty sure that it's impossible to maintain faith when you know that you're the cause of it. Maybe Kyouko thought of herself like a god. That would explain her attitude sometimes.
Sayaka doesn't know that she's ever met a Christian before. Or whatever Kyouko counts as. She's pretty sure that it's impossible to maintain faith when you know that you're the cause of it. Maybe Kyouko thought of herself like a god. That would explain her attitude sometimes.
They end up in the ruins of the church after a particularly difficult battle. It's Kyouko's safe place, somehow. Nothing comes here that doesn't have to. The feel of death is too strong.
Kyouko scuffs the ground with her boot and bites into an apple. Sayaka has stopped asking where they come from. She accepts one wordlessly, although she just cups it in her hands. She thinks she's too tired to eat.
"It's Palm Sunday," Kyouko said, tone matter-of-fact. "The day that guy rode into the city and everyone stood in the streets and cheered." She laughs, but there's no humor in it.
"What's funny?" Sayaka asks anyway. She runs a thumb over the smooth red skin of the apple, buffing away an imaginary smudge. Kyouko swallows and climbs to her feet. She moves effortlessly, without a hint of what they've faced today and what they'll face tomorrow. Sayaka wishes she could be that strong. She has the same unreal body that Kyouko does, so why does everything come easier to her? It's like Kyouko is as sharp and bronzed as her weapon. She's unbreakable, and Sayaka cannot help but lean on that strength.
She could be resentful, but Kyouko offers a hand and yanks Sayaka to her feet too. "Because he was dead by Friday," Kyouko says. "I told my dad it sounded like a trap, but he said that it's not a trap when you know it's coming."
"People walk into traps on purpose all the time," Sayaka says. Kyouko's fingers tangle briefly in the soft hair at the back of her neck.
"That's human nature for you," Kyouko says. "Are you going to eat your apple?"
Sayaka hands it over.
Fandom: Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Length: 327 words
Prompt: comment_fic: Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Kyouko/Sayaka, Palm Sunday
Pairing: Kyouko/Sayaka
Other: I'm not really sure where this would fit in canon. A missing scene or one of Homura's lost AUs maybe. Oh well. Religious themes.
Excerpt: Sayaka doesn't know that she's ever met a Christian before. Or whatever Kyouko counts as. She's pretty sure that it's impossible to maintain faith when you know that you're the cause of it. Maybe Kyouko thought of herself like a god. That would explain her attitude sometimes.
Sayaka doesn't know that she's ever met a Christian before. Or whatever Kyouko counts as. She's pretty sure that it's impossible to maintain faith when you know that you're the cause of it. Maybe Kyouko thought of herself like a god. That would explain her attitude sometimes.
They end up in the ruins of the church after a particularly difficult battle. It's Kyouko's safe place, somehow. Nothing comes here that doesn't have to. The feel of death is too strong.
Kyouko scuffs the ground with her boot and bites into an apple. Sayaka has stopped asking where they come from. She accepts one wordlessly, although she just cups it in her hands. She thinks she's too tired to eat.
"It's Palm Sunday," Kyouko said, tone matter-of-fact. "The day that guy rode into the city and everyone stood in the streets and cheered." She laughs, but there's no humor in it.
"What's funny?" Sayaka asks anyway. She runs a thumb over the smooth red skin of the apple, buffing away an imaginary smudge. Kyouko swallows and climbs to her feet. She moves effortlessly, without a hint of what they've faced today and what they'll face tomorrow. Sayaka wishes she could be that strong. She has the same unreal body that Kyouko does, so why does everything come easier to her? It's like Kyouko is as sharp and bronzed as her weapon. She's unbreakable, and Sayaka cannot help but lean on that strength.
She could be resentful, but Kyouko offers a hand and yanks Sayaka to her feet too. "Because he was dead by Friday," Kyouko says. "I told my dad it sounded like a trap, but he said that it's not a trap when you know it's coming."
"People walk into traps on purpose all the time," Sayaka says. Kyouko's fingers tangle briefly in the soft hair at the back of her neck.
"That's human nature for you," Kyouko says. "Are you going to eat your apple?"
Sayaka hands it over.