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glyficTitle: I like this song
Author:malurette
Fandom: LastMan
Character: Tomie
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Vivès, Balak, Périn etc
Prompt: #19.23, "nostalgic" forfffc
Spoilers: to the very end/book #12
Word count: 200
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It’s a busy day for Mayor Katana, once again. Paxtown is doing well, but there’s still room to improve. How long has she been mayor already, by the way? She’s on her third mandate. So much to do, it feels longer. She’s tired, so much more tired than when she was a singer and naïvely tried to change the world through her music, before she grew so disillusioned with everything. But the day she’s too tired to run her city, is the day she’s giving up on everything. And she’s not ready to step down yet. Once she grooms a suitable successor, maybe...
Time’s passed. At the start of her political career, journalists kept squabbling about her singing days, made jokes about sparkles, disregarded her abilities. It’s over now. Now... they seem to have forgotten her past altogether.
Time makes so many things fade away, it also heals most wounds. She’s forgiven Richard, which makes still loving his memory easier. How fitting is it that, on the day chosen to honour his memory, the local radio airs one of her older, softer songs, bringing her back to a lighter-hearted past, before everything turned sour...
...and she lets it fly away.
Author:
maluretteFandom: LastMan
Character: Tomie
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Vivès, Balak, Périn etc
Prompt: #19.23, "nostalgic" for
fffcSpoilers: to the very end/book #12
Word count: 200
It’s a busy day for Mayor Katana, once again. Paxtown is doing well, but there’s still room to improve. How long has she been mayor already, by the way? She’s on her third mandate. So much to do, it feels longer. She’s tired, so much more tired than when she was a singer and naïvely tried to change the world through her music, before she grew so disillusioned with everything. But the day she’s too tired to run her city, is the day she’s giving up on everything. And she’s not ready to step down yet. Once she grooms a suitable successor, maybe...
Time’s passed. At the start of her political career, journalists kept squabbling about her singing days, made jokes about sparkles, disregarded her abilities. It’s over now. Now... they seem to have forgotten her past altogether.
Time makes so many things fade away, it also heals most wounds. She’s forgiven Richard, which makes still loving his memory easier. How fitting is it that, on the day chosen to honour his memory, the local radio airs one of her older, softer songs, bringing her back to a lighter-hearted past, before everything turned sour...
...and she lets it fly away.
