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Nico

tagged Nico

Forgetting

Genre: Fantasy
Summary: Martin thought Nico was dead. There is an awkward conversation.
Content Notes/Warnings: follows Freaked Out. Is nearly as old. I've been going through deep recesses of my accumulated files.
Words: 276

Fiction tags: Flash Fiction Fantasy Nico

A Light

Setting: ?
Genre: Fantasy
Summary: Grey has seen better times, and is loathe to waste what little he has.
Notes: inspired by a prompt from Thimbleful Thursday
Words: 96

Fiction tags: Microfiction Nico Sylvie Daaren
tagged Nico

Zoo

Setting: ?
Genre: fantasy or scifi
Summary: Nico is at the zoo. For an undetermined time.
Notes: prompted by Becky and Stefan
Words: 100

Fiction tags: Drabbles Nico
tagged Nico Music

Silly

Setting: ?
Genre: Slice of life
Summary: There may be a slight language barrier/connotation problem...
Notes: prompted by Herm, Stefan and Deirdre
Words: 100

Fiction tags: Drabbles Nico
tagged Nico

Obviously

Setting: ?
Genre: fantasy
Summary: Nico is just drunk enough to ask rude questions.
Notes: prompted by Eliza and Herm Baskerville
Words: 100

Fiction tags: Drabbles Nico
tagged Nico

Money Down The Drain

Setting: ?
Genre: Crime
Summary: Trying to steer a revolution towards unbloody.
Notes: prompted by Herm Baskerville
Words: 100

Fiction tags: Drabbles Nico
tagged Nico

Skating on the Edge

Setting: ?
Genre: Adventure?
Summary: Nico got bored, and decided to go ice skating.
Notes/warnings: Do Not Try This At Home (or anywhere else) :P Also, prompted by Royce Day
Words: 172

Fiction tags: Third person Nico
tagged Nico

Fancy

Setting: ?
Genre: Slice of life, humour
Summary: Short-notice invitations may cause trouble with appropriate dress.
Warnings: none
Note: Something like "fancy dress at the wrong party" was a prompt by Laura Boutet.
Words: 100

Fiction tags: Third person Drabbles Nico
tagged Nico Sylvie

A Touch of Friendship

The inn at Crossed Roads wasn't home, but when Sylvie returned to it after a few days' jaunt to explore, it felt closer to one than most places she had been to.

Nico seemed to be at home everywhere and with everyone. Over the weeks preceding their expedition she had snuck under the walls Sylvie had built around herself by simply acting like them becoming friends was natural. The casual touches—a hand to the elbow to get attention, a pat on the shoulder—had shown Sylvie how she had distanced herself from people, simply because these things had become so unusual to her.

The few days of trekking through wilderness meanwhile had shown Sylvie that she wasn't used any more to carrying her whole gear on her back. She would take care of that as soon as she put the pack down in her room.

Hellos and welcomes slowed that down a bit, but thanks to Nico promising a full report later they made it through.

"Not a very informative trip, but thanks for coming," Sylvie said on the doorstep.

"At least it was entertaining. Would you like a shoulder-rub?"

Startled by the sudden change of topic without a change of tone, Sylvie stopped rubbing the back of her neck and couldn't think of the proper answer.

"You would not be imposing. If you'd like to be talked into it, just nod." Nico kept prattling on, grinning, right over Sylvie’s stifled laughter, “And I’m good at it, or so I’m told, and doing something you’re good at tends to be fun, and doing something that makes a friend feel good tends to do the same—”

“All right, I’m convinced.”

They shed packs, shoes, and jackets and ended up sitting on the bed, near the edge. Sylvie folded her hands loosely in her lap and tried to relax. She could feel Nico’s knee lightly touching her thigh, warmth seeping through the cloth. Warmer still were Nico’s hands, gently kneading the tension out from between Sylvie’s shoulders.

But in turn her chest seized up. Sylvie took deep, even breaths, trying to smooth away that attack of nerves. She didn’t want to cry, even less than usual when she couldn’t even explain why.

“Hey,” Nico said gently, concern shimmering through her tone, “this exercise is meant to relax you. Am I doing something wrong?” Her hands rested lightly on Sylvie’s shoulders.

“No. I don’t know.” After an unsteady breath, Sylvie noticed that she was leaning into Nico’s touch, and said the first thing that came to mind. “Could you just hold me for a bit?”

“Sure. Let me just…” Without loosing touch of Sylvie, Nico scooted back against the wall and stuffed the cushion in the small of her back.

Sylvie followed her slight pull and leaned against the smaller woman’s chest.

“Comfy?” Nico put an arm around Sylvie’s back.

Sylvie shifted a little, nestling her face against Nico’s neck. “Mhm. You?”

“Me, too.” She stroked Sylvie’s back lightly.

“I’m sorry—”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” Nico almost whispered. “You can have as much of my time as you want.”

Sylvie relaxed. She listened to Nico’s heartbeat, and moved with her breath. Soon she was breathing in when Nico breathed out. The rhythm of the strokes on her back fit in there somewhere. When she cried, it was not painful, just her eyes flowing over with warm tears. Breath, heartbeat, thoughts, everything slowed.

Feeling warm and protected and accepted, Sylvie drifted into sleep.

Freaked Out

When Nico turned from the market stall with a bundle of carrots, narrowly avoiding buying a live chicken, she came almost face to face with a man so wide-eyed she could see the whites all around his irises. He seemed to have trouble breathing.

“Hey, you need help?”

“Nico?!”

“Yes?” She drew out the word and leaned back almost imperceptibly, not recognising the man yet.

“But you were in a section of the station that depressurised and exploded. You’re dead!”

That tumbled some old memories into the light. “Martin.” She looked around. “Long story. Let’s talk somewhere more private?”

I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. "F is for Freaked Out" came from Royce Day.
Drabbles for G and H are written, but if you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.

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