Thursday: Hurt/Comfort
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drabblewriter and today's theme is Hurt/Comfort. Prompts can be anything involving some getting physically, mentally, emotionally, or however you can imagine and someone else comforting them.
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 the fandom's full name
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...
+ any, any, The only comfort comes in thinking about how nice it was to know them, and how nice it was to brush against goodness for a season. (Gordon Atkinson)
+ any, any &or/ any, resting together after a hard day
+ any, any, the purpose of a funeral is to comfort the living
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drabblewriter and today's theme is Hurt/Comfort. Prompts can be anything involving some getting physically, mentally, emotionally, or however you can imagine and someone else comforting them.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 the fandom's full name
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...
+ any, any, The only comfort comes in thinking about how nice it was to know them, and how nice it was to brush against goodness for a season. (Gordon Atkinson)
+ any, any &or/ any, resting together after a hard day
+ any, any, the purpose of a funeral is to comfort the living
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 2022 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? You can use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the use of LJ's advanced search options is available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching in the future.
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Date: 2022-09-08 05:08 am (UTC)Alex Ridley/Kate Ridley, Ella Ridley- Ridley (ITV)- the purpose of a funeral is to comfort the livin
Date: 2022-09-09 06:23 pm (UTC)Denial had been what saw him through the funeral service. He was not there. Oh, his body was there, but his soul was not. They were not. Denial allowed himself to stare at those two closed caskets…eyes not moving from them, not acknowledging the packed church, the grieving friends and relatives come to say farewell. Kate and Ella were not lying in those closed caskets. He shook his head. No. They couldn’t be…not when he still saw them, in the light of day, here and there, but features and voices would fade into strangers when focusing closer.
In the future, friends and acquaintances would find a time to take him aside, when reasonably sure he was not going to fall apart again in front of them and would apologize for their absence from his life in general after the funeral, over the past few months and for not knowing what to say to him. He would shrug, sigh, and offer a token attempt at a forgiving look with a supportive “well, what would/could you say?” in forgiveness. Echoing their own helplessness. Unable to process his grief himself, let alone theirs too. Guilt would still bid them to look away as they desperately grasped at this absolution. Guilt for not being there, guilt for still being overwhelmed by the magnitude of tangible grief still radiating from his soul.
Best to keep busy, with what happened and all a regular at Marli’s, had told him as he tried to pull what was left of his life together. A common consensus among those around him. Everyone said something like that as they began to file back into his life- once absolved of the sin of their distance. Those friends had disappeared, unsure what to say, as it had been far easier to disappear, soothing their guilt by saying they wanted to give him time to heal and did not want to inadvertently say or do something to exacerbate his very public breakdown. Not understanding that to heal, he needed them. Even he wouldn’t come right out and say it. He felt it was selfish of them, part of him felt abandoned- by them and even more recently feelings that Kate and Ella had abandoned him as well as he worked through his Grief. Yes, Grief with a capital G, one that was scary and unbearable for his friends…but what about for him? It had broken and terrified him. It still did, as he was trying to pull himself out of the ever-present mire of depression and put the pieces back together.
The love of his life- the songbird who sang his melody…the woman who made him laugh, made all the darkness he witnessed on the job bearable, whose laughter and sheer joy for life would and could make him surface from the dark places his mind often wandered- a hazard of the job and all, the force that kept him moving forward. Who, with him, created his other source of joy, Ella. The sources of his melody…Gone.
No more he’ll hear the lark’s sweet notes upon the Ulster air…
Gone. Because of him, because of said job... Worse even, not because of him, but instead of him. He should have died that night, not them, not his joy, his purpose…how was he supposed to function now? Without them? Absurd. He wasn’t, right? He couldn’t…could not walk this earth without them. Did not want to even, but funny that…eighteen months, almost to the day, they were still gone, and he was still here…
Re: Alex Ridley/Kate Ridley, Ella Ridley- Ridley (ITV)- the purpose of a funeral is to comfort the l
Date: 2022-09-09 06:24 pm (UTC)Considerably diminished…and cold, he couldn’t get warm anymore. There was a constant icy chill that nothing could thaw sitting within his frame. Not even the whiskey’s burn could warm him and God knew he tried to seek solace in the cups, still would reach for the bottle or accept an offered glass when the icy chill became too much. He hadn’t believed the stories his grandfather told, growing up, claiming the existence of a Bean Sídhe attached to their bloodline. Fanciful stuff that his more grounded parents dismissed, and so had he. Hadn’t thought about those stories in years, until after the night he lost his family.
And now, the icy touch of death told to him in those tales clung to him- no matter the weight of the cable-knit jumpers or the brown oilskin jacket his wife had bought him when he agreed to purchase the boat to restore together. Her handsome sailor lad, her captain she had called him as she wrapped the jacket around him, appreciatively admiring the view, her hand over his heart as she stretched up to kiss him- nothing warmed him since, as her touch and kiss had and God, he’d give anything to feel that gentle pressure of her hands and lips again.
It was one of the last gifts she had given him… she had that habit of surprising him with random little gifts that had more meaning behind them than their monetary worth. This one had been one. He’d treasure every one of those gifts that had survived the flames, but there hadn’t been many. He’d miss receiving those tokens of affection, a way of hers of expressing the depth of her love. That loss, that could never be replaced nor replicated... He had told Kit that being loved was really all everyone wanted. For a minute after those words left his mouth, he swore he could feel the pressure of her hand over his heart…he’d been graced with that love. He mourned for those who hadn’t experienced its holy gift, and exactly how was he supposed to live without it now?
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