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picture_prompt_funTitle: Taking the Trains
Fandom: original
Character: original
Length: 368
Rating: G
The last time Jonnet had been in the train station, it had been brightly colored: pure whites and reds and blues. It had been so early there had been only one other passenger, but he wore yellow and violet.
Today, the dinginess had drained the life out of it. Queenie's scarf, over her hair, was in its dull red the brightest thing. Nina moved after her, and Jonnet followed, conceding she probably looked as colorless. She sat with them on the train, and it rattled off into the dark tunnel. Giving her a good mirror in the window, showing her with her own scarf covering her hair. She could hardly fault Queenie's vanity when she had her own.
It seemed a long time later when the train burst out of the tunnel and clattered along the green countryside. A sunlit countryside, except that a cobalt blue cloud hung thickly ahead of them. A rainbow arched down toward the earth. Jonnet sighed. Such color.
"Don't rainbow generally come after rain?" said Queenie, dryly. "I suppose we shall have to learn to endure."
The train trundled on. Rain splattered on the windows, and then began to fall steadily, drearily, without a hint of wind or of thunder. The city appeared outside the windows, as pale as if the color had already been drained from by the shadow drake. White walls, long rows of identical black windows, towers -- and then their station. Jonnet climbed off in relief.
"We have to go through this door," said Nina. "Upstairs is the next train."
Jonnet opened her mouth and shut it again. This was the city, wasn't it?
When she saw the train tracks going out the hillside, she said nothing. She did not see how the people climbing could keep their footing on something so steep. And she meekly sat down in the train labeled "trolley."
By the time it finished its climb of the steep street, lined with white buildings, it rained again. They hurried inside, and a young man, dressed in blue and gray, was sitting in the window of the office,
Fandom: original
Character: original
Length: 368
Rating: G
The last time Jonnet had been in the train station, it had been brightly colored: pure whites and reds and blues. It had been so early there had been only one other passenger, but he wore yellow and violet.
Today, the dinginess had drained the life out of it. Queenie's scarf, over her hair, was in its dull red the brightest thing. Nina moved after her, and Jonnet followed, conceding she probably looked as colorless. She sat with them on the train, and it rattled off into the dark tunnel. Giving her a good mirror in the window, showing her with her own scarf covering her hair. She could hardly fault Queenie's vanity when she had her own.
It seemed a long time later when the train burst out of the tunnel and clattered along the green countryside. A sunlit countryside, except that a cobalt blue cloud hung thickly ahead of them. A rainbow arched down toward the earth. Jonnet sighed. Such color.
"Don't rainbow generally come after rain?" said Queenie, dryly. "I suppose we shall have to learn to endure."
The train trundled on. Rain splattered on the windows, and then began to fall steadily, drearily, without a hint of wind or of thunder. The city appeared outside the windows, as pale as if the color had already been drained from by the shadow drake. White walls, long rows of identical black windows, towers -- and then their station. Jonnet climbed off in relief.
"We have to go through this door," said Nina. "Upstairs is the next train."
Jonnet opened her mouth and shut it again. This was the city, wasn't it?
When she saw the train tracks going out the hillside, she said nothing. She did not see how the people climbing could keep their footing on something so steep. And she meekly sat down in the train labeled "trolley."
By the time it finished its climb of the steep street, lined with white buildings, it rained again. They hurried inside, and a young man, dressed in blue and gray, was sitting in the window of the office,
