Torsdag - Four Seasons
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comment_ficA slightly earlier good morning to you all today, I'll be out of the house all day and I'd rather have the post up early than late. Today we are finishing up this week of themes with Four Seasons... lazy summer days, chilled fall walk or blistering winter weather, there is room for all today so go out and prompt!
The rules are as always as follows:
And some examples:
Have fun and be inspired!
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The rules are as always as follows:
* Only three prompts from a fandom
* Only five prompts in a row
* If one gets filled you can leave a new one
* No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication
* If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly and leave spoilerspace.
And some examples:
NCIS, Tim/Tony, Summer suits
Sherlock Holmes, Watson/Holmes, The Winter Coat Mystery
RPS/Wolverine, Taylor Kitsch/Remy, Spring flowers on my pillow
Have fun and be inspired!
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Date: 2010-09-23 06:21 am (UTC)Blue Skies 6
Date: 2010-09-28 05:59 am (UTC)The sound of traffic shrieks in the background, driving nails into his head. Cho digs his nails underneath each other, pushing and pressing in until that pain outweighs the spikes in his mind.
"Are you all right?" Jane asks, inflection-less, emotionless, cold. He doesn't care.
Cho flexes his knuckles, driving the pain from his head to his hands. "Fine." His voice is nothing more than a breathy whisper, and he wishes for Tylenol.
Jane doesn't believe him.
The car slows down, coming to a stop in the no parking zone in front of Cho's apartment building. The forced breeze from the movement of the car disappears, and Cho is too hot again, his mouth sticky and dry, sweat beading up under his clothes.
"Cho?"
He looks over, meeting Jane's eyes. "Yes?"
Jane blinks and his eyes grow bluer, opaque, single layered. His pupils dwindle to pin pricks before they disappear, and the ocean of cold winter blue slides over top of them.
The ache in Cho's hands disappears, replaced by agony in his head, relentless pressure squirming and fluctuating in an increasing drumbeat. Cho unclasps his hands, grasping helplessly at the door, clinging to the ashtray with shaking fingers.
Blue skies strobe behind Cho's eyes, so deep inside that he doubts he's even seeing it.
As suddenly as it started, it stops. Cho's head merely aches, his vision clears, his body relaxes.
Jane stares at him from inches away, his eyes normal. He reaches across Cho's lap and opens the glove compartment, fishing out a plastic bag full of Kleenex. Jane pulls one from the package and offers it to Cho.
Cho hesitates before taking it. He can feel something cold dripping down his face and he uses the tissue to wipe at it, drying his mouth. The Kleenex comes away stained bright red, and Cho looks at it, confused.
"Your nose started bleeding."
Cho nods jerkily, and folds the Kleenex to show only clean white. "Thank you."
"You should go," Jane says, glancing out the window. Cho feels an insidious twist of worry, of fear.
"Yes," Cho agrees, too tired to investigate. He unlocks the door and steps out.
Jane waves, and leans over until Cho can see his eyes through the opened window. "Sweet dreams."
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Date: 2011-03-27 04:35 am (UTC)He shuddered. She was a witch, was it possible that she could cheat death and return to life? Could she return to Narnia and once again plunge it into a perpetual winter? Could she freeze the land with her---
*SMACK*
A snowball hurtled out of nowhere and whapped him right on the mouth. He sputtered, digging chunks of snow out of his mouth.
Someone laughed out loud from close by, and Caspian stepped out from behind a fir tree. "Oy, what did you do that for?" Edmund demanded, brushing snow from his cloak.
"I wish you could see your face, both before and I after I hit you with that snowball," Caspian said. "Your face looked paler than that snow. Now it's as pink as a sunrise. You looked as though you were recalling things about whuch you would rather not think. I couldn't let you sink any further."
"You could have chosen something less cold and something that didn't startle me," Edmund said, but it was hard not to smile a little.
"And where would be the fun in that?" Caspian said, still laughing.
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Date: 2010-09-23 07:09 am (UTC)when autumn leaves start to fall.
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From:Summer Storm - ST: Voyager, Janeway/Seven, PG, Part 1/2
From:Summer Storm - ST: Voyager, Janeway/Seven, PG, Part 2/2
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Date: 2010-09-23 07:19 am (UTC)Chuck, Casey/Chuck's mom, spring flowers and roundhouse kicks
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Date: 2010-09-23 07:38 am (UTC)Each Snowflake is Different
Date: 2010-09-23 09:34 am (UTC)The snowstorm began five days ago; it ended two days after that. The power had gone out in the cabin after a mere fifteen hours of blustery snowfall and roaring winds. An hour after that saw a cheery fire sputtering and hissing in the cabin's single fireplace and candles littering surfaces. When it became obvious that the snow wasn't going to let up anytime soon, most of the candles had been blown out and set aside until they were needed.
Even so, despite the biting cold and shrill shrieking of the wind, the two boys in the cabin couldn't think of a place they would rather be. This was their first winter together, their first winter spent in peace, their first winter on Earth. Everything about it should be perfect, but neither of them really knew what that perfect was.
The laughing boy with shining amethyst eyes and a rope of hair coiling down his back thought it might be family gathered together, snowball fights and endless processions of hot goodies. The stern one had no preconceptions and had decided against doing too much research. He wasn't willing to have Earth fail him so soon after the sacrifices he had made.
So far, though, he found himself in a constant state of wonder. He watched his partner shiver as the heat seeped out of their winter home until they figured out the mechanics of the fireplace and had at least a little extra warmth. The snowflakes around the house melded together into a hazy white screen through which nothing could pass. Sometimes, one would stick to the window, allowing him to study each little portion of it. After the fifth snowflake, he stopped. They were all similar, all beautiful and pure, but each one had its own little nuances and bits.
He pointed that out to Duo and smiled as Duo stared diligently at the next few flakes that landed and stuck. After that, though, the caged American began pacing again. It had been a while since they were denied freedom, and that something so mundane as a snowstorm were holding them captive agitated the active boy.
It took some time, but eventually Heero couldn't take the jerking movements and obvious distress of his partner. Smirking, his foot lashed out, sending the other pilot flying into the back of the couch.
"Why you-"
It took only seconds, but soon the two of them were rolling across the cabin's floor, kicking, punching, biting and scratching as they fought away the feeling of entrapment. As the itching at the back of their necks faded, so did the actual violence behind their attacks until bites became playful nips and scratches became languid trailings of nails along sensitive flesh. Eventually even the punches and kicks lessoned and transformed into thrashing and caressing.
Maybe winter wouldn't be so bad after all...
Re: Each Snowflake is Different
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