Winter Scenes #8: First
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newyearcntdownTitle: First
Author/Artist:jordannamorgan
Length: 300 words.
Summary: The Kotetsujo crew await the new year’s first sunrise.
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. :)
Just as a hint of gray light was creeping into the sky on the morning of New Year’s Day, people began emerging onto the outer decks of the Kotetsujo. Bundled in whatever coats and blankets they had, they braved the wind-whipped chill of winter, in order to see the first sunrise of a new year.
The light of that dawn would not fall on a world without monsters, or even the rebuilt walls of Aragane Station. Still, for every soul aboard the train, just being there to see this sunrise was a victory. They had survived not only the Kabane, but a nomadic and uncertain way of life that station-dwellers could never dream of. They had adapted to it, learning to harden against the challenges they faced on the rails, and to soften toward the Kabaneri protectors they had come to trust.
Standing on the prow deck, Ikoma studied the friends surrounding him. Miss Ayame smiling behind a fur coat collar, Kurusu hovering close at her side. The orphans forsaking Kajika to huddle around Mumei’s warmth. Yukina and Sukari bickering, Kibito grinning as he watched them. Suzuki wiping his fogged-up goggles… and Takumi, leaning on the railing beside Ikoma with a smile.
Ikoma was not the person he had been when the sun last rose upon a new year. He was better; but it wasn’t because he had become a Kabaneri.
It was all because of them.
“This year we will reclaim Aragane Station,” Miss Ayame asserted, almost in a whisper, as the sunrise washed over the horizon in streaks of pink and orange.
His heart lighting with a determined glow like the rising sun, Ikoma clenched his fist over the cherished stone in his palm… and smiled fiercely.
I’ll do whatever it takes to make that wish come true.
2021 Jordanna Morgan
Author/Artist:
jordannamorganLength: 300 words.
Summary: The Kotetsujo crew await the new year’s first sunrise.
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. :)
Just as a hint of gray light was creeping into the sky on the morning of New Year’s Day, people began emerging onto the outer decks of the Kotetsujo. Bundled in whatever coats and blankets they had, they braved the wind-whipped chill of winter, in order to see the first sunrise of a new year.
The light of that dawn would not fall on a world without monsters, or even the rebuilt walls of Aragane Station. Still, for every soul aboard the train, just being there to see this sunrise was a victory. They had survived not only the Kabane, but a nomadic and uncertain way of life that station-dwellers could never dream of. They had adapted to it, learning to harden against the challenges they faced on the rails, and to soften toward the Kabaneri protectors they had come to trust.
Standing on the prow deck, Ikoma studied the friends surrounding him. Miss Ayame smiling behind a fur coat collar, Kurusu hovering close at her side. The orphans forsaking Kajika to huddle around Mumei’s warmth. Yukina and Sukari bickering, Kibito grinning as he watched them. Suzuki wiping his fogged-up goggles… and Takumi, leaning on the railing beside Ikoma with a smile.
Ikoma was not the person he had been when the sun last rose upon a new year. He was better; but it wasn’t because he had become a Kabaneri.
It was all because of them.
“This year we will reclaim Aragane Station,” Miss Ayame asserted, almost in a whisper, as the sunrise washed over the horizon in streaks of pink and orange.
His heart lighting with a determined glow like the rising sun, Ikoma clenched his fist over the cherished stone in his palm… and smiled fiercely.
I’ll do whatever it takes to make that wish come true.
2021 Jordanna Morgan
