notes: Written for Sephy and DaMouse, this is just a random drabble for wk_100's "Weapon of Choice" challenge. Clocks in at a whopping 100 words. ^.^ Silence A Weiss Kreuz Gluhen fanfiction by Amet Silence fell, more cutting than any indifferent blade, Abyssinian having honed this weapon as surely as he had his skill with a katana. The figures on Persia's grainy monitor froze, as if waiting for permission to breathe again, and Persia felt something inside him knot up painfully despite himself. He was never so unsure as he was in the face of that stony impassivity, finding himself once more the untested Kritiker recruit shifting and stuttering at the first sign of disapproval, wondering if he had somehow lowered himself in his older comrade's eyes. And now without a voice to ask. return to splash page