Thursday - Failures

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Sup everyone, still firefox1490 ending my round of hosting duties. Ending out my duties with some less than happy decisions and/or outcomes, today's theme is:

Failures, you know that thing you were suppose to do that ended up being a total FUBAR. Failures are failures no matter how big or small. The real question is do we regret them.

Please forget the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill do contains spoilers, please warn accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass by.

To help the hardworking codemonekys please format your prompts as such:

Inception, Arthur, How he missed that Fisher was militarized was eating him up on the inside.
House MD, Wilson, Three ex wives, two dead girlfriends and enough UST to choke on with his best friend, where did he go wrong?
Sailor Moon, Usagi, It wasn't suppose to be this way.

If nothing strikes your fancy feel free to check out the lonely prompts, they always need a bit more love.

[tag: failures]

Comments

falling without you

[arnica.livejournal.com]

Wendy has a secret, kept locked away inside her so that it sits behind her eyes the way that unkissable kiss sits at the corner of her mothers smile. She knows Peter sees it because sometimes he catches her by the hand and flies her somewhere quiet to stare at her with that expression that says he's not sure if he's annoyed or amused by a secret he cannot find out. Eventually he gets bored with perching on the swaying tops of trees, or crumbling mountain sides with Wendy tucked safely in his lap and flies them off to adventure or dinner and Wendy knows she's very lucky that so far Peter has yet to dash off on a rescue or distraction and leave her because Wendy's secret is that she cannot fly without Peter.

She tries, of course she does, but it doesn't work. Her knees are always scraped, elbows always bruised from hurling herself off rocks and branches. She thinks of puppies, mermaids, Mother, and fairies. She thinks of Peter, John, Michael to no effect. It's always the same. A rush of air, the thrill of freedom, and then the wobble as her traitorous brain says 'where's Peter? We can't fly without Peter' and down she plummets.

The lost boys accept her reasoning when they soar in circles around her head crying 'come fly Wendy, come fly Mother' and she tells them gently that mothers don't soar and wheel playing tag between clouds. At least not without father. 'It wouldn't be proper dearhearts, now stay where mother Wendy can see you.'

Re: falling without you

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This is so sweet and sad.