Monday: Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Hey guys! This is havenward sliding in to cover for today. (Sorry, this week's host! Hope to hear from you tomorrow!)

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but is that always true? Today's theme is about people being apart, or having to part ways for whatever reason. On the heart heavy side, maybe someone died. Maybe someone's trying to find who they are, or trying to get back to the ones they care about most. Maybe it's about love lost, or a reincarnation cycle that's skipped a beat. There's a lot of ways to do it, so let's see what you've got!


Just please remember to follow the usual rules.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers your prompt, you can prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompt for up to 1 week from the original air/publication date. If there's spoilers in the fic, please warn in bold and leave up to 3 spaces.

For the love of your code monkeys, please format your prompts. For example:

Firefly, Inara, the Guildhouse is solid and unmoving (and nothing close to Serenity)

Burn Notice/Leverage, Michael/Eliot, "Been a while." "Yeah, not since that thing in Venezuela with the running. And the guns."

And do remember to thank your fic provider!


Not interested in today's theme, or can't find something to get the muses going? Check out our Lonely Prompts.

Happy prompting!

theme=BeingApart

Comments

[juliet316]

Charmed, Phoebe/Cole, why is it that she didn't feel any love for Cole before he was vanquished that last time?

[mute90.livejournal.com]

Phoebe Halliwell loved Cole Turner. She loved his face and his hands. She loved the way he talked and the way he smiled. She loved the way he loved her so much.

And she thought about that when she was in bed with another man, about how much Phoebe Halliwell loved Cole Turner. She let a stranger kiss her. She let him slip off her dress and touch her in the way only her husband should. It wasn’t like she forgot. She remembered an apple peel forming the shape of a C and the way her heart jumped, beating quickly and giddily because she knew he was the one. She remembered their first date and their first kiss and the first time he told her that he loved her. She remembered what he risked for her, what he gave up for her, and the faith she used to have.

She remembered it all shattering on the floor like the delicate wine glasses she drank out of, all those fine breakable things he gave her to make up for the broken promises. Little pieces of her life picked up and thrown in the trash because that’s what Cole wanted. That’s what Cole needed.

And she did it because Phoebe Halliwell loved Cole Turner.

She loved him so much that she killed herself for him, left behind a pretty Pheobe doll for him to play with and went away to somewhere this shadow of Cole Turner couldn’t find her anymore.

The stranger rolled on top of her and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Because Phoebe Halliwell loved Cole Turner but Phoebe Halliwell was gone.

[juliet316]

Wow. Very powerful and moving. The lines at the end were killer (no pun intended). Thanks for writing this.