|A compilation of my favorite pieces from 2013.|
HxH - The Name GameThe Name GameHxH - The Name Game by Eloarei
Working at a coffee shop was a great way to learn about people with minimum effort. For example, there were those two kids who came in every other day before (presumably) school, and sat in the corner by the front window, chatting. It was clear that it was the pale kid, Killua, whose idea it was to come to the coffee shop, as he was fairly specific about his chocolatey drink and he actually drank it all, whereas the dark-haired boy, Gon, ordered something random off the menu every day and hardly touched it the whole time they were there. Most likely, he just went wherever his friend liked. But he seemed perfectly happy to be there, always talkative and energetic, while his friend often drifted off into silence and simply watched him chatter happily.
Then there was Hanzo, the head trainer of the dojo down the street, who was very friendly when you struck up a conversation with him, despite how serious he looked whenever he wasn't engaged. He seemed to know most of t
HxH - A Little UnusualShe'd hoped, of course, but never really expected to see Ging again, after he'd come around and dropped an infant in her arms and promptly left. ('Promptly' was somewhat an exaggeration on her part; actually, he'd stayed around a good day and a half, long enough to tell them mostly what they didn't care about and nothing they were really dying to know, such as who the child's mother was. (They'd since decided that it really didn't matter who had birthed him, because he was theirs now.) But it had seemed very prompt at the time, when she was caught up in the whirlwind of his return and rather hoping it would be permanent.) But here he was, at Mito's doorstep again.HxH - A Little Unusual by Eloarei
She almost dropped Gon, she was so surprised. Ging probably would have frowned upon that, as even deserter fathers surely care enough about their sons to hope for their continued survival, or so Mito assumed. Not that it mattered to her exactly what Ging thought. She was beyond trying to impress him; she was a mother now, and
HxH - Solo Training x and x Double BattlesSolo TrainingHxH - Solo Training x and x Double Battles by Eloarei
Dad had said, “Come back after you've gained five levels,” and gone to do some training of his own, so Killua wandered off in a direction they'd never been before (because where was the challenge when you already knew what to expect?). After a while, the packed dirt path faded into an unkempt trail and he found before him a murky swamp, muddy and tangled and nothing like the clean angular city behind him. The city was where his father brought him and his brothers to train, more often than not, and he was used to the bustle of people going about their busy little lives. The city could be dark and dangerous, be a labyrinth to get lost in, which Killua thought was probably also true of this place. However, the marsh had a wild charm that felt more real, more alive.
He wandered a bit, mindful of the quicksand-like mud (he might be an animal, but he didn't really like getting more dirty than was necessary), sticking to the tall greyish grasses and ferns. Ano
Lutece - A Glimmer of HopeA Glimmer of HopeLutece - A Glimmer of Hope by Eloarei
“Rosey, dear, won't you go outside for a while?”
Mother gently pulled the book down to see her daughter's face. She fixed the little girl with a look that was stern but not without empathy.
“But I've just gotten to the good part.” It wasn't quite a whine, as Rosalind never really whined, not even when she'd been very small. More she was imploring her mother to understand the irresistible pull of a good book, which Mother certainly did, being a teacher and quite a collector of books.
“I understand, dear, but one cannot spend her whole summer indoors.”
The little girl pulled the book to her chest and raised her chin. “Then I shall read outside!”
“No you shan’t,” Mother said, matching her daughter's expression. “As I recall, that book belongs to Mrs. Mallory, and I won't have it dropped in a puddle.”
Rosalind's face fell into pout. “I will only read it on the porch; there are no pu
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