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comment_ficAnything goes today, so stretch that imagination and prompt away.
Please remember the rules:
No more than three prompts in a fandom
No more than five prompts in a row
NO SPOILERS IN PROMPTS
If your fill has spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space
Keep the codemonkeys in mind when formatting your prompts. Examples:
Grimm, Nick/Monroe, hat trick
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, something wicked this way comes
Sarah Connor Chronicles, Derek/John, heat wave
Have fun!
Please remember the rules:
No more than three prompts in a fandom
No more than five prompts in a row
NO SPOILERS IN PROMPTS
If your fill has spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space
Keep the codemonkeys in mind when formatting your prompts. Examples:
Grimm, Nick/Monroe, hat trick
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, something wicked this way comes
Sarah Connor Chronicles, Derek/John, heat wave
Have fun!
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Date: 2012-05-05 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 09:33 pm (UTC)Callus
The bow slids back into her hands, and she holds it awkwardly for a few seconds, confused at how uncomfortable, how heavy it feels. And then she remembers, then she actually looks at her hands ...
Her hands. Her warriors hands, with their hard won calluses, and their long healed scars, that held the bow with ease, confidence, that won so many battles ... Those aren't her hands anymore.
These hands are smooth. The hands of a young woman, a woman who will marry, stay in the kitchen, be a good wife, a better mother. These hands do not speak of blood, or battle, or glory. These hands would never, should never hold a weapon or grip the arms of a throne.
She pauses, looking down at the shaft of the bow, and then tightens her grip. The hard wood sits in her hand, the calluses and groves long since gone, or never there, will soon form again. The thought makes her happy.
The bow feels good in her hands, and suddenly she feels at home.
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Date: 2012-05-05 09:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 09:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 09:47 pm (UTC)Re: No fill but...
Date: 2012-05-05 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 10:06 pm (UTC)Of course, she's in a dream. Maybe created, but most likely not. She's made worlds sort of like this one before, but she's also dreamt them, long before she learned what she was capable of. The hallways twist and turn haphazardly and the rooms appear to be utterly random but at the same time make a strange sort of sense. When she finally decides to double back, she's not entirely sure whether she'll be able to find her way. She keeps walking, though, past rooms both familiar and unfamiliar (another point for this being a dream) until she makes it back to the entry room.
There's a man standing there, and in the way of dreams she feels she knows him, though she's never met him before in her life.
"How did you get in here?" he asks, not quite angry, but a bit wary. "No one gets inside without a key. Well, I say no one... most people don't get inside without a key. Do you have a key?"
"It's bigger on the inside," she blurts out, the first thing that comes to mind. Doesn't matter anyway.
He nods, and leans back against the center console. "She is a bit, yeah. Answer the question."
"Door was open," she says. "Now you. What is this place?"
He frowns at the door, then gives her a considering look. "I suppose, since I'm sort of in between things at the moment anyway, I could be persuaded to show you."
She almost says yes, no thought required. She's definitely in a dream. Of course, she is. What else could it be? But still, something's nagging at her. She sighs, and, feeling a little foolish, reaches into her pocket and wraps her hand around the totem she always carries now, just to be extra sure.
"Oh," she says, through a sudden adrenaline rush. She spins to look back at the labyrinth of hallways she just emerged from, and back to stare at him.
"Of course, I understand if this is all too big for you," he says, turning away from her toward the console.
Part of her wants to run out the door and never look back. The rest is far too excited about how familiar—how real—the weight of the chess piece is in her hand.
"Okay," she says, far more confident than she feels. "Show me."
He turns to her with a grin. "Hold on tight."
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Date: 2012-05-05 10:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 10:28 pm (UTC)Re: Doctor Who/Firefly, Kaylee + The TARDIS, "Oh, you beauty."
Date: 2012-05-05 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 10:43 pm (UTC)Re: Doctor Who/Firefly, Kaylee + The TARDIS, "Oh, you beauty."
Date: 2012-05-05 10:54 pm (UTC)Re: Not a fill
Date: 2012-05-05 11:22 pm (UTC)Re: no fill but...
Date: 2012-05-05 11:23 pm (UTC)Re: Doctor Who/Firefly, Kaylee + The TARDIS, "Oh, you beauty."
Date: 2012-05-05 11:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-05 11:35 pm (UTC)Re: Not a fill
Date: 2012-05-05 11:59 pm (UTC)Re: Not a fill
Date: 2012-05-06 12:01 am (UTC)I only have a few film fandoms. TV shows definitely give you more canon to work with.
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Date: 2012-05-06 12:04 am (UTC)Re: Not a fill
Date: 2012-05-06 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-06 12:05 am (UTC)Any, any / or + any. 'I would kill to keep him safe, and grant mercy to keep his love.'
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Date: 2012-05-06 12:11 am (UTC)Lovely, hon.