Harley x Argilla: Crack or no?

Another art-inspired piece (check it out here)

Look at - admire - the whole thing, but it's the first of the middle pictures (Number 3) that inspired this tiny drabble:

Her senses, so sharp, her finger hovering over the trigger; there's someone else, here, she knows, but where?

She can't look everywhere at once, but if she's quiet - boot heels sliding seamlessly across the stone, like water on ice - the idiot will show himself. They always do. Just wait; the sniper's trade is patience and silence: the target never knows you're there until it's too late.

Another step backward, another measured breath blown from between her parted lips, perfect soldier, perfect sniper, he'll step into the crosshairs and then he's hers-

She touches something with her back and buttocks, whirling around with a whistling of her long hair-

Wait. That's not her hair whiffling through the air. It's the sound of a cowl.

A cowl laced with green.

She meets his grey eyes - like hers, familiar, flashing, steady, beautiful - and Argilla knows it's too late.

As I mention to the artist, Marureenu, my characterization is way off with this one, but it's the moment that evokes this feeling in me.

I always like the way that looking at artists' work can get the little gears churning in my head, even when I have no or very little background with the fandom in question. This is an example of that, where the artist's pen (or, in Marureenu's case, Copic markers) can elicit emotion and inspire. :)

Inspiration drabble

cross-posted at deviantART

This one isn't really a dump, but it is too short to do much of anything with. It was inspired by Rukitella's oh-so-darling

"Persona 4: Yosuke x Chie" piece. Take a look, leave a comment, and Favorite it (just like I did)!

I've always loved this kind of "surprise" declaration of affection, as Rukitella does so well here...
...although, why do I get the feeling that the seconds immediately following this would be comprised of something like:

Despite his arm around her waist, Chie yanks herself away as though pulling her hand from a fire.

"Mm-wha-?" Yousuke starts, and the next second later she nearly takes his head off, with a stinging slap across his cheek that he can feel is already leaving its hot imprint on his skin.

He whirls back to her, in an instant capturing and memorizing the look of her: amber eyes wide and staring, snub nose twitching, and her face flaring bright and beautifully pink, like a colorful beacon in the fog.

"What the hell-?!" he starts to say, but she cuts him off again...when she grabs him by the collar and wrenches his shoulders down to hers, pressing her suddenly-seeking lips to his.

Like chocolate left on a windowsill in summer, he melts in that kiss, humming and sighing against her mouth. He puts his arms around her again and tilts his head just slightly to the side, to get a better taste of her, when she abruptly - inexplicably - maddeningly - shoves him away again.

Another slap stings his cheek (in the exact same place, damn it; her aim is uncanny), and this time he turns back to her slowly, wary of what crazy thing she might do next.

"No tongues," she tells him in firm declaration. Then she gives a little shake of her head, straightening her hair, and smirks at him.

Yousuke touches his fingers to his cheek, and, despite the ringing in his ear, smiles wickedly at her. "Yes, ma'am," he murmurs, and the next time that they step away from each other, the only pain that he feels is the delightfully lingering tingling in his lips, from the sweet press of hers.

Not really worthy of a story posting, but this is just further proof that the art around places like deviantART can really inspire me...or you!

Thanks again to Rukitella for the sweet pic!