Monday: Forgetting
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mithrel and I will be your guest host this week. Our first theme is Forgetting. Whether it's amnesia, forgetting an anniversary, or something a character wishes they could forget. Anything goes, as long as it has to do with forgetting!
Remember the rules:
No more than 5 prompts in a row.
No more than 3 prompts in a row for one fandom.
Absolutely no spoilers in prompts.
Warn if your fill has spoilers, and leave at least three spaces.
Please format your prompts correctly, to help the code monkeys:
White Collar, Neal. Sometimes he can almost forget he's a prisoner, until the anklet reminds him.
Harry Potter, any. Forgetting the right ingredients for a potion can have disastrous consequences. Oh, and the potion might do bad things too.
Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel. Daniel forgot a lot about humanity while he was Ascended. Jack helps him remember.
If none of today's prompts take your fancy, check out the lonely prompts!
tag=forgetting
mithrel and I will be your guest host this week. Our first theme is Forgetting. Whether it's amnesia, forgetting an anniversary, or something a character wishes they could forget. Anything goes, as long as it has to do with forgetting!Remember the rules:
No more than 5 prompts in a row.
No more than 3 prompts in a row for one fandom.
Absolutely no spoilers in prompts.
Warn if your fill has spoilers, and leave at least three spaces.
Please format your prompts correctly, to help the code monkeys:
White Collar, Neal. Sometimes he can almost forget he's a prisoner, until the anklet reminds him.
Harry Potter, any. Forgetting the right ingredients for a potion can have disastrous consequences. Oh, and the potion might do bad things too.
Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel. Daniel forgot a lot about humanity while he was Ascended. Jack helps him remember.
If none of today's prompts take your fancy, check out the lonely prompts!
tag=forgetting
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Date: 2012-02-20 10:16 am (UTC)Alone With Them
Date: 2012-02-20 02:44 pm (UTC)But when he’s alone, sometimes the memories creep up. He’ll hear the house settle and think that Shannon’s walking around. Or that Kelly’s going to shout that it’s time for supper, or that she needs her story before she goes to bed.
Memories are a tease, and sometimes they heal rather than hurt. It isn’t that he minds being haunted by their ghosts. Gibbs figures he always will be. The glimpse of red hair always makes him take a second glance; the sound of a little girl laughing catches his ear, and he turns automatically, seeking, even though he knows it cannot be.
Sleep usually comes easily, no matter what. He’s learned to take his ease when and where he can find it, but there are nights when he rolls over, and wakes rather than drifts deeper into his rest. His hand finds no warmth on the other side of the mattress, and that sensation disturbs his sleep enough to wake him. Gibbs inhales deeply, every time, every single time, and rolls out of bed. The boat calls him, as does the booze in the basement, and he heads down to them both, leaving the memories upstairs instead.
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Date: 2012-02-20 10:21 am (UTC)Fill: Brand New
Date: 2012-02-20 09:07 pm (UTC)Dean chuckles behind him. “Didn't mean to scare you,” he says softly.
He rests his hands on Cas's shoulders and begins to gently knead at the muscles underneath. It is almost too much for Cas to handle. He remembers touch from before his fall, but only as an abstract idea. There was the feel of fingers dragging through his wings or the feel of Dean's mouth on his body. But that is all that is there, the existence of these experiences. The love he felt before, that has remained the same, but he feels Dean's touch as though for the first time.
His stomach leaps (another new sensation) as he feels Dean's lips against the back of his neck. He feels Dean's smile against his skin and the warmth of his breath as he murmurs too low for Cas to hear. And it is all so new, so terrifying, but Cas knows it'll be alright in the end.
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Date: 2012-02-20 10:55 am (UTC)A taste of heavenly rush
Date: 2012-04-26 03:30 am (UTC)Susan stared down at Peter. The man she once loved. He was covered in sweat, dirt and grime. His clothes hadn’t seen a washer in weeks and his teeth had yellowed as he stared up at her in a drug induced haze. She squatted down next to him and pulled at the tourniquet that had turned his arm and fingers purple, hoping that it hadn’t been there for too long. He let out a harsh groan with the return of blood flow to his fingers.
She tried to get him to sit up but he was far too gone to do anything but lull in her arms and smile up at her like she was the brightest star shining in the night sky. She closed her eyes and staved off the tears.
“Have you forgotten what it was like to be king?” She whispered as his eyes closed and he let out a hum of bliss. “What you meant to all those people? What we did for them?”
He turned in her arms and held her wrist in his dirt coated hand, “It feels just like this.”
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Date: 2012-02-20 11:28 am (UTC)you can never go home again
Date: 2012-02-23 08:14 am (UTC)The precise shade of the sky; the feeling of red grass tickling at the back of his neck when the boys were daring and bold and took off their collars when no one was looking. Bright double sunsets and the sound of laughter echoing off the hills. Cool glass against the skin of his palms when he peeked curiously into the citadel as a child; the same glass against his hands when he gazed longingly out again as an adult.
Sprinting down the halls of the museum, running and running and running; he'll never stop. Large bright labels, Type Twelve and Type Twenty-Two and Type Forty. He pauses, and the door falls open under his hand. It's the only memory that's never faded, still as fresh and vivid as if it occurred only seconds ago. (He has a feeling that She has a hand in that.)
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