Monday: Deja Vu Again and Again
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argentum_ls, though you can call me LadySilver. Today's theme is deja vu, because doesn't every Monday feel just like the last one? :) With today's theme, let's explore those times when one just knows one's been here before, the repeated moments, the collisions of awareness when one can sense the inevitable unwinding.
The rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Highlander, Methos, He doesn't have to have lived 5000 years to know how this conversation is going to go.
Do Over, Joel+Pat, Joel's lived all this before, so it's the events that aren't doubled that stand out.
Teen Wolf, Scott+Peter, (post memory transfer) aftershocks
VR.5, Sydney+Duncan+Sam, The color coding isn't the only way to tell their real memories from the fake ones.
Nothing catching your eye today? Take another look at the lonely prompts?
Have fun! (Betcha knew I was going to say that?) :)
tag=Dejavu
argentum_ls, though you can call me LadySilver. Today's theme is deja vu, because doesn't every Monday feel just like the last one? :) With today's theme, let's explore those times when one just knows one's been here before, the repeated moments, the collisions of awareness when one can sense the inevitable unwinding.The rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Highlander, Methos, He doesn't have to have lived 5000 years to know how this conversation is going to go.
Do Over, Joel+Pat, Joel's lived all this before, so it's the events that aren't doubled that stand out.
Teen Wolf, Scott+Peter, (post memory transfer) aftershocks
VR.5, Sydney+Duncan+Sam, The color coding isn't the only way to tell their real memories from the fake ones.
Nothing catching your eye today? Take another look at the lonely prompts?
Have fun! (Betcha knew I was going to say that?) :)
tag=Dejavu
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Date: 2012-07-23 07:02 am (UTC)fill, future!fic
Date: 2017-01-12 08:31 pm (UTC)(Did Duncan ever kill mortals in the show? I honestly have no idea and google didn't help.)
Duncan blinks at him and then down at the mortal who is currently missing a head, phone still recording. Methos scoops up the phone; thankfully, it was just recording to the memory card and not uploading to the internet.
Finally, Duncan regains his voice to shout, "Methos!"
"Yes?" Methos asks, deleting the video and pocketing the phone. He crouches to rifle through the man's clothes, taking his wallet and his watch.
He freezes when he feels Duncan's blade on the back of his neck. "Methos, he was mortal," Duncan growls.
"You didn't even know he was there," Methos says reprovingly. “He filmed your duel with Henders. Shooting him would’ve been too loud and I left my knife in my other coat.”
Lie. The hand Duncan can’t see has worked it from the sheath.
Methos has allowed Duncan to put a sword at his neck before, but always on his terms, whatever the child thought. In his wilder days, Methos had killed for less. He always was rash when he was younger.
“Will you kill me, Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod?” he asks, still crouched beside the corpse. As you killed my student, he doesn’t say. He wonders if Duncan hears it anyway.
“No,” Duncan says, voice trembling. He pulls away the sword and Methos dives across the body, rolling to his feet to face Duncan.
“I’ll take my leave,” Methos tells him. “I will be stopping in to say goodbye to Joe.”
Duncan nods, his hand white around the hilt.
Methos does not warn him that the next time he raises a sword to Methos, it will be his final act; if he hasn’t realized that for himself, he’s even more foolish than Methos believes.
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Date: 2012-07-23 07:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-07-23 07:03 am (UTC)No fill, but...
Date: 2012-07-23 02:03 pm (UTC)(scurries back to my corner of the internet now)
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Date: 2012-07-23 07:57 am (UTC)(That was really long. But CK dies a lot in his movies and TV shows.)
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Date: 2012-07-24 01:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-07-23 07:59 am (UTC)Mini-fill: War and Peace, old prince Bolkonsky at his deathbed
Date: 2012-07-23 01:37 pm (UTC)Also, sorry for the obscure fandom.)
Napoleon is nearing Smolensk, they say. Will he come to the Bald Hills? Oh, what a welcome I would have given him, had my body not failed me!
It was like I said: Hofs-kriegs-wurst-schnapps-rath got us in trouble again. Blasted Germans and their plans! They cost us France once. Now they cost us France and almost cost me a son.
But Kutuzov is no Suvorov. Same play is playing ‘theatre of war’, but there is no hero to save us. We are done for.
I sent Andrey away with bitter words: I know no better. My father sent me off with same. And then I failed him twice: I failed to believe that he might be alive. And I failed to keep what he had entrusted me.
Poor Liza. Just like my poor wife. They did not understand war. They only suffered it.
My poor daughter, can you ever forgive me?
My brave son, will you survive?
I never put stock in God; neither will I now. Live, my children, through your own wits. And follow me into death not too closely.
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Date: 2012-07-23 08:46 am (UTC)His younger sons are worlds apart from Mephis and Peyton, but sometimes (just sometimes) they were exactly the same.
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Date: 2012-07-23 09:31 am (UTC)Not a fill, but
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Date: 2012-07-23 03:37 pm (UTC)“Yes, John?” Sherlock replied from the living room, a familiar impatient undertone swinging in his voice.
“Is it really necessary—“
That’s as far as John came, because Sherlock, having miraculously appeared in the doorframe, interrupted, “Yes, there are body parts in the fridge. No, I'm not going to do anything about it. Do we really have to have this conversation every time?”
John closed the refrigerator door, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. “I was going to ask, ‘Is it really necessary to store the chocolate spread in the fridge?’ It’s rock solid every time I actually want to eat it.”
“Oh,” Sherlock responded. “I suppose not.”
“Well then,” John said, “I hope you don’t mind that I find a new home for it.”
He got the chocolate spread out of the refrigerator and put it on the top shelf of one of the kitchen cupboards. Then he turned to Sherlock with the words, “And to answer your question, no, we don’t have to have this conversation every time.”
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