Ficlet: "Restart"
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nevannaFandom: Scott Pilgrim
Characters: Ramona (past Ramona/Gideon)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and I do not profit from their use.
Summary: In this city, Ramona can be whatever she chooses.
Words: 160
Notes: Written for the "master and servant" prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comicdrabbles.
Restart
Ramona has made a list of things to do tomorrow: buy groceries, look for a job, dye her hair pink or orange (she hasn’t decided yet), and find out what bands are playing this weekend.
You do that. Gideon’s drawl is so clear and close that Ramona has to sit up to make sure he isn’t reclining on the bed beside her, his glasses reflecting lights from passing cars. For a moment, the smell of his cologne fills her new apartment. Can’t wait to see what you pretend to be next, babe. The truth will be our secret. Deal?
“No deal,” she whispers. “Not with you.” Whatever game they were playing (the genius and his muse, the master and his servant, the roles and rules that changed at his whim), it’s over. In this city, she can be, and has to be, whatever she chooses.
If she doesn’t believe that, she might as well go skating back to him now.
Characters: Ramona (past Ramona/Gideon)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and I do not profit from their use.
Summary: In this city, Ramona can be whatever she chooses.
Words: 160
Notes: Written for the "master and servant" prompt at
comicdrabbles.Restart
Ramona has made a list of things to do tomorrow: buy groceries, look for a job, dye her hair pink or orange (she hasn’t decided yet), and find out what bands are playing this weekend.
You do that. Gideon’s drawl is so clear and close that Ramona has to sit up to make sure he isn’t reclining on the bed beside her, his glasses reflecting lights from passing cars. For a moment, the smell of his cologne fills her new apartment. Can’t wait to see what you pretend to be next, babe. The truth will be our secret. Deal?
“No deal,” she whispers. “Not with you.” Whatever game they were playing (the genius and his muse, the master and his servant, the roles and rules that changed at his whim), it’s over. In this city, she can be, and has to be, whatever she chooses.
If she doesn’t believe that, she might as well go skating back to him now.
