Jun. 26th, 2009 12:27 pm
[personal profile] the_rck_fic
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Rating: PG
Warnings: Assassin introspection
Summary: Ken likes some parts of the day job
Other notes: Written for nikojen in Fandom Stocking 2009.
Originally Posted: 6 June 2009

Ken buried his hands in the potting soil and squeezed. Particles slipped between his fingers and embedded themselves under his nails. He dug deeper, wishing for something more than a bag of dirt. More than a pot, too. What would it be like to have a garden? He sighed, pulled his hands out and studied them. Or would it just be a place to hide the bodies? He wasn't sure why he thought that using a trowel to cut the earth would appeal to him. It's not flesh. There's no danger, no opponent-- except the weather and insects and....

He started moving soil by the handful, filling the bottom third of each pot. He lifted one of the plants to be repotted. Not too root bound. Not yet. He loosened the dirt around the edges of the pot, inserting a small, dull knife at intervals to pull everything away from the sides. He spread one hand over the pot with his fingers splayed. He turned the pot over so that the plant and soil slid into his hand. He settled the plant into the new pot. He added more soil then added water. He set the plant aside. In a day or two, we'll know if we need more soil. He smiled. Plants never piss me off.

He lifted the next pot. It's not as good as running-- or killing-- but it's something.

May 2010


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