as she dances in the widescreen of her existence
Author’s note
I don’t even know what this title means, I found it on a Buzzfeed list of “pretentious things”.Parody fic, originally tagged with “Bechdel Test Fail”.
Alia’s footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. She could hear something if she strained her ears hard enough; the sound of someone approaching. “Adel?” she called. But no, that wasn’t it; Adel would be much louder. The approaching figure was timid, meek.
She kept walking. She turned a corner and found the source of the sound. It was Kanon, walking toward her.
Kanon grinned. “Oniichan!”
“Adel,” Alia agreed.
They fell into step beside each other.
“Oniichan,” said Kanon. “Oniichan Oniichan Oniichan.”
“Adel,” Alia replied. “Adel Adel. Adel Adel Adel.”
“Oniichan...” Kanon’s eyes turned downward.
Alia set a reassuring hand on Kanon’s shoulder. “Adel Adel?”
Kanon nodded. “Oniichan.”
Still, Kanon seemed downcast. What could Alia say to cheer her up? Ah, maybe— “Alain,” she offered.
Kanon lit up. “Alain-sama!”
They continued walking together.