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fic: Overhead.
Title: Overhead.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: light Franziska/Adrian
Rating: PG
Word count: 500
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areyougame: March 23rd
- Ace Attorney, Adrian Andrews/Franziska von Karma: whip - teaching her how to use it
Overhead crack
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The bullwhip is coiled like a snake. The leather has flecks of red and black, only making it look more like scales. There's a solidity to it in her hands. She unwinds it, savoring the feel of the leather. It reminds her of little touches, a brush of Franziska's leather gloves against her arm.
Franziska is all sharp edges, the burn of leather, the cut of a diamond facet. Her accent is rough, her words even more so. As a teacher, she's brusque, but not as brutal as anyone would think from first meeting her. There's a softness to her underneath, though Adrian thinks she must be one of the few who have ever realized that there's a woman underneath the steely prosecutor willing to destroy all opponents in her way.
"Square your shoulders, stand up straighter," Franziska says in that drill sergeant tone of hers. Hold that straight!
Adrian takes a breath in, barely dares to let it out. Franziska has warned her again and again what will happen if she swings too fast, if there isn't enough clearance, if the whip catches on her legs. She begins to swing the whip over her head as she's been instructed, as she's seen Franziska do to any unlucky prosecutors, judges or defendants who cross her path. At every juncture she's aware how close she is to failure, to sharp feel of leather and new bruises.
It's a new feeling, dangerous and heady and so powerful, the whip soaring, cutting the air with a sharp sound. It's as if the vibration of the whip has gone through her, cutting down her weakness in that same strike.
"Snap at the wrist," Franziska commands.
The leather becomes a blur, Adrian obeys, her grip so tight she can feel the cut of her nails in her palm. The whip makes a satisfying crack, and then falls limp. Her whole body feels the vibration through it, like the rebound of a shot.
"Good," Franziska says. Her voice has just a tinge of gentleness, and there's a hint of a smile, the slight crinkling at her eyes. "It's a good start."
Adrian smiles and lifts the whip again. Her muscles already are starting to ache, but they'll get used to it.
This time she won't be a facsimile of someone else's strength.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: light Franziska/Adrian
Rating: PG
Word count: 500
Author's note:
areyougame: March 23rd- Ace Attorney, Adrian Andrews/Franziska von Karma: whip - teaching her how to use it
Overhead crack
–
The bullwhip is coiled like a snake. The leather has flecks of red and black, only making it look more like scales. There's a solidity to it in her hands. She unwinds it, savoring the feel of the leather. It reminds her of little touches, a brush of Franziska's leather gloves against her arm.
Franziska is all sharp edges, the burn of leather, the cut of a diamond facet. Her accent is rough, her words even more so. As a teacher, she's brusque, but not as brutal as anyone would think from first meeting her. There's a softness to her underneath, though Adrian thinks she must be one of the few who have ever realized that there's a woman underneath the steely prosecutor willing to destroy all opponents in her way.
"Square your shoulders, stand up straighter," Franziska says in that drill sergeant tone of hers. Hold that straight!
Adrian takes a breath in, barely dares to let it out. Franziska has warned her again and again what will happen if she swings too fast, if there isn't enough clearance, if the whip catches on her legs. She begins to swing the whip over her head as she's been instructed, as she's seen Franziska do to any unlucky prosecutors, judges or defendants who cross her path. At every juncture she's aware how close she is to failure, to sharp feel of leather and new bruises.
It's a new feeling, dangerous and heady and so powerful, the whip soaring, cutting the air with a sharp sound. It's as if the vibration of the whip has gone through her, cutting down her weakness in that same strike.
"Snap at the wrist," Franziska commands.
The leather becomes a blur, Adrian obeys, her grip so tight she can feel the cut of her nails in her palm. The whip makes a satisfying crack, and then falls limp. Her whole body feels the vibration through it, like the rebound of a shot.
"Good," Franziska says. Her voice has just a tinge of gentleness, and there's a hint of a smile, the slight crinkling at her eyes. "It's a good start."
Adrian smiles and lifts the whip again. Her muscles already are starting to ache, but they'll get used to it.
This time she won't be a facsimile of someone else's strength.