Author: eda (dilettantka)
Challenge: Music, for seed_100
Pairing/Warnings: Shani main, violence
It is not possible, in battle, to differentiate between the echoed music and the control panel. When he trained in the concrete prison hull, the exhiliration of speed and the magnetic energy of the music shifted his vision into sudden focus, and the viewing panels were splattered with blood, while Shani felt nothing but the distant tingling of nerve endings merging with metallic fibre. This driving beat was his will to power, and the melody his concession to sentiment. And like ropes of glass that must eventually splinter and snap, Shani was twisted and stretched, and he enjoyed the sensation of raining vicious shards of heat and death. And the music became louder than the strain of metal, and Shani felt himself drowning, reassimilated into a harmony greater than this life or this time.