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newyearcntdownTitle: Long Night
Author/Artist:jordannamorgan
Length: 300 words.
Summary: Winter nights are especially long for Ikoma.
Rating: G.
Warnings: None.
Notes: The title is the prompt used.
Fandom: Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress
Disclaimer: They belong to Kabaneri Committee. I'm just giving them love. :)
Ikoma was beginning to discover that long winter nights were boring.
Provided he was healthy and well-nourished, his Kabaneri body didn’t crave as much sleep as it had when he was human. It was typical for him to remain awake hours after his friends had nodded off, and rise before anyone else did. Mumei wasn’t like this, he noticed; she could fall asleep practically at will. However, she clearly had a different and rather more problematic relationship with sleep. Besides, she was still a child with a lot of growing yet to do.
In summer, Ikoma’s wakefulness was something of a blessing. It allowed him to concentrate on weapon schematics and research notes when there were no distractions… but now in the twilight of the year, the nights were too long to maintain his focus on work. His mind eventually went numb, in need of stimulation to refresh him. Unfortunately, there was little diversion to be had when everyone else was asleep, bundled in blankets to pass the cold of the nights in warm oblivion. Books may have helped, but he was fairly sure he’d already read every book aboard the Kotetsujo—and when it was hard enough just keeping the passengers fed and the train in proper repair, new books were an unaffordable luxury.
Such was the long night of the solstice, when Ikoma pushed away his notebook after its words blurred into a haze. He flopped back on his bunk with a sigh, still too-awake, his mood dull and gray as the underside of the upper bunk he found himself staring at.
He was surprised when Takumi leaned over the side of that bunk, grinning.
“Wanna play a game of shogi?” his best friend whispered.
Ikoma’s bright smile in return was all the answer he needed to give.
2021 Jordanna Morgan
Author/Artist:
jordannamorganLength: 300 words.
Summary: Winter nights are especially long for Ikoma.
Rating: G.
Warnings: None.
Notes: The title is the prompt used.
Fandom: Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress
Disclaimer: They belong to Kabaneri Committee. I'm just giving them love. :)
Ikoma was beginning to discover that long winter nights were boring.
Provided he was healthy and well-nourished, his Kabaneri body didn’t crave as much sleep as it had when he was human. It was typical for him to remain awake hours after his friends had nodded off, and rise before anyone else did. Mumei wasn’t like this, he noticed; she could fall asleep practically at will. However, she clearly had a different and rather more problematic relationship with sleep. Besides, she was still a child with a lot of growing yet to do.
In summer, Ikoma’s wakefulness was something of a blessing. It allowed him to concentrate on weapon schematics and research notes when there were no distractions… but now in the twilight of the year, the nights were too long to maintain his focus on work. His mind eventually went numb, in need of stimulation to refresh him. Unfortunately, there was little diversion to be had when everyone else was asleep, bundled in blankets to pass the cold of the nights in warm oblivion. Books may have helped, but he was fairly sure he’d already read every book aboard the Kotetsujo—and when it was hard enough just keeping the passengers fed and the train in proper repair, new books were an unaffordable luxury.
Such was the long night of the solstice, when Ikoma pushed away his notebook after its words blurred into a haze. He flopped back on his bunk with a sigh, still too-awake, his mood dull and gray as the underside of the upper bunk he found himself staring at.
He was surprised when Takumi leaned over the side of that bunk, grinning.
“Wanna play a game of shogi?” his best friend whispered.
Ikoma’s bright smile in return was all the answer he needed to give.
2021 Jordanna Morgan
