Monday: Figurative Language

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Good morning, dears :D I'm nevcolleil, and I'll be your guest host this week. Today is Monday and your prompt for the day is figurative language.
Sayings, expressions, comparisons... (And, if you can dig the Language Arts lingo, metaphors and similes. Heck, throw in some kennings if the fancy strikes you!)

Examples:

Any, any, "I didn't mean it literally!"
Chuck/White Collar, Chuck/Neal, like a cat on a hot tin roof
Angel, Wes +or/ Illyria, You should never speak metaphorically to an ancient god king... and this is why.

Just don't forget the rules:
♥ No more than five "live" prompts at any time.
♥ No more than three prompts from a specific fandom.
♥ No spoilers in your prompts until at least a week after release/air/publication date. If your fill is spoilerly, mark it obviously as such.
♥ Respect our codemonkey overlords, and format your prompts in the way that is pleasing to them (See Above Examples)
♥ Have fun! ;)

Comments

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam and/or Gabriel, I am in my own little world but it's okay they know me here.

Must Be a Tuesday

[xpnkitty.livejournal.com]

Sam's world has been reduced to the span of twenty four lonely hours, and it's not okay.

He's crawling up the walls, trying to escape, but no matter what it always comes down to this. Dean dies, and Sam's world starts all over again.

He knows everything about it, the way he used to memorize the levels of Dean's video games - the ones hidden from dad at the back of the closet under his duffle. He knows every combination, every permutation that can possibly occur, and he's lived them all. He knows every member of Broward county, even the ones just visiting for the day, because in his world, they never leave.

He knows everything about them, and yet they know nothing about him.

His world is a lonely place, and every day it resets just to start the torture all over again.

The kind of torture that might be mistaken as fun at first, after the horror of Dean's death ceases to be novel - by Sam's count, about thirty years worth of miserable, frantic Tuesdays - and he starts to explore.

Sam learns which buttons to push when dealing with people, amuses himself by finding out about Dean's secret panty kink that Sam would never let him live down. That is, if he could get out of here.

There's only so much novelty that can be found in a town's worth of secrets, and only so much messing around that he can do before Sam starts to slip.

It's a niggling feeling at the back of his brain that won't leave him alone. It's a constant mantra of 'useless', 'worthless', 'meaningless' that fills the silence where emotions used to be. Now, when Dean dies, Sam's completely beyond caring. In fact, he's starting to wish it would stick, if only this would be over.

He hates himself for thinking it, and commits suicide for a week in a row before giving up on that too.

He goes on a killing spree in town. Just takes a gun and lets loose, because he can. Why the hell not?

They're all back the next god forsaken Tuesday, and he does it all over again. Dean freaks out and says he's insane, but he hasn't lived through two millennia of these morons running him over, stealing each other's wallets, and perving on anything that'll stay still long enough.

He makes the mistake of telling Dean what he'd like to do to every single stupid townsperson one day. His poor doomed brother. Dean looks at him like he's grown three heads, pulls out the holy water, and tells Sam he's going crazy. And huh, maybe he is.

One glorious day not too long after, he warrants a poster warning the citizens to be on the lookout, because he's "a criminally insane mass murderer". It took forever to figure out how to do that in only a single day. Just for fun, to celebrate, he walks the streets and lets the police gun him down.

For a moment, when the bullets start to tear into him, Sam feels alive again.

And then it's Tuesday.

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[peaceformizu.livejournal.com]

Oh that is so sad.

Re: Must Be a Tuesday

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Guh ... wow. Poor Sam, it's just sad and yet somehow not surprising. There're just so many things one can endure under torture.

thanks for filling the prompt

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[xpnkitty.livejournal.com]

Hehe... sorry it turned out so angsty! I was originally going to have Gabriel in there and making things better, but dark!Sam wanted a go apparently. *shrug*

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[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

This is a fantastic take on Mystery Spot.