Monday: Poem Titles

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m nagi_schwarz and today's theme is poem titles. Prompts can be anything related to the titles of poems - the name of a poem, or a section in a poem, or the first line of a poem that is technically untitled, or fusions or crossovers with fandoms set in epic poems, like Sir Gawain and the Green Knight or Beowulf.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate SG-1, Daniel Jackson, because I would not stop for death (Emily Dickinson)
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers +/ Bucky Barnes (+/ Sam Wilson), War is Kind (Stephen Crane)
+ BBC Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, My Papa’s Waltz (Theodore Roethke)
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett +/ Danny Williams, to me he seems like a god (Sappho)
+ MI-5|Spooks, any, pity this busy monster, manunkind (e e cummings)

We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2020 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.


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[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Any (David Parrish preferred), "Delicate Clusters" (Walt Whitman)

Fill: Evan Lorne/David Parrish

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

It was a hot, humid day, the folding chair was uncomfortable, and the wreaths of flowers were wilting. David wished he didn’t have to be there, surrounded by grieving people he didn’t know. It wasn’t the way he would have preferred to spend his day.

He couldn’t stop looking at the coffin, draped in an American flag.

There were plenty of men and women in uniform seating among the mourners, and others standing by do the gun salute thing once the funeral was over. David hated that part, it always made him jump.

Evan reached over and took hold of David’s hand. He was one of the men in uniform, come to the funeral of a fallen comrade.

“It’s almost over,” Evan murmured, leaning close.

He gave David a little smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. The man being buried – Lieutentant Colonel Falcon Webber – had been a childhood friend of Evan’s, from back on the commune. They’d joined the Air Force at the same time, went through the Academy together. David had never met Falcon. But he was important to Evan, and Evan was important to David, so he was there to offer moral support.

The most difficult part of the proceedings was watching the flag be removed and very neatly folded into a triangle, which was presented to Falcon’s widow.

David could well imagine being in her place. Life in Pegasus was dangerous, even now, and he recalled vividly ever near-miss Evan had had. Would there be such a ceremony for Evan one day? Would David be handed a flag that was meant to symbolize everything Evan had given for his country?

If declassification never happened, no-one would know everything Evan and the rest of the expedition had done for planet Earth and everyone on it. They’d never know how brave Evan was, how selfless. That flag would never be able to encompass Evan’s humanity, his kindness, his power with both a paintbrush and a whisk, his ability to chase the nightmares away with a touch and a murmured word.

The guns fired, making David flinch, and then the ceremony was over. Everyone would go back to Falcon’s mother’s house for food and to share their stories of Falcon. David would be shy and awkward, as he always was, and Evan would make sure to include him in conversations, as he always did.

“We don’t have to go,” Evan said as people started drifting toward the parking lot. “We can go back to Mom’s instead.”

David leaned in for a quick kiss. “No. It’s important for you to go. Besides, I’ve had a hankering for some casserole.”

Evan grinned, and this time he meant it. “Forget-me-not.”

It was their special code for I love you, the language of flowers. David stole another kiss, and then they walked out of the cemetery together, hand-in-hand.

David hoped like hell he never lived to see that flag passed to him.

Re: Fill: Evan Lorne/David Parrish

[squidgiepdx]

Oh... Just break my heart! I almost sat up in bed seeing David at a funeral, but relaxed a little when Evan was introduced. I love that they're there for each other, no matter what. And their secret language... I love their love, and I adore how you write them. It's a wonderful treat that makes me smile.

Thank you, friend!

Re: Fill: Evan Lorne/David Parrish

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

I almost did write this as Evan's funeral. But I didn't want to be that sad. ::grins:: I'm pleased you liked this! Thank you!

Re: Fill: Evan Lorne/David Parrish

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

What a lovely look at David's thoughts, even if it is a sad occasion. And I love their little flower code :)

Re: Fill: Evan Lorne/David Parrish

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! The character of David is such a nice, blank slate to work with. ::grins::

RE: Fill: Evan Lorne/David Parrish

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Well-written. David’s introspection was poignant. The little code he and Evan have was sweet. Well done!

Re: Fill: Evan Lorne/David Parrish

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!