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Date: 2013-02-09 06:02 am (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Peter Hale + Kate Argent or Laura Hale, her blood on my bones
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Date: 2013-02-09 06:02 am (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles, the wolf king
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Date: 2013-02-09 06:03 am (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles + his dad, AU where Stiles is responsible for every unsolved (or blamed on a puma) murder in Beacon Hills
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Date: 2013-02-09 06:04 am (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV)/Lord of the Rings, Stiles, his first name is Gwaihir (in his dreams, he flies)
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Date: 2013-02-09 06:04 am (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV)/Supernatural, author’s choice, Gabriel is Stiles’ mother
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Date: 2013-02-09 08:41 am (UTC)The Lonely Pokémon (Pokémon, Cubone)
Date: 2013-02-11 08:17 am (UTC)Content and beloved, Cubone lies still and listens.
Mama gives her food, Mama cradles her until she sleeps, and Mama croons the lullaby. It really is the most wonderful sound.
Mama's lullaby tells Cubone what she must do. Mama will be dead soon, and then Cubone must take all the tools she needs to survive.
Mama's lullaby is the most wonderful sound.
What is dead like?
Oh.
So that is what dead is like.
Cubone is a good child. She must do as she has been told.
She gets to work, using the small sharp rocks piled nearby, and sometimes her claws and nails as well. She slices open Mama, just like Mama told her. She carefully peels away the skin at the neck, working to separate the skull.
Eventually it comes loose, but there is more still to be done. She scratches inside, and digs with one of Mama's ribs. It is slow work; there is much flesh and brain to remove from the skull. Her breaths are short and shallow, and every now and then she can't help but stop, and wail to the smiling moon.
Cubone toils day and night, determined to complete her duty. She cleans and polishes the skull carefully, once everything inside has been taken out, and then...
and then...
and then she picks up the skull, places it carefully over her head. It is her skull now, that's what Mama told her. She picks up Mama's leg bone as well, and keeps it in her hand as she walks away into the tall grass.
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Date: 2013-02-13 09:42 pm (UTC)He was supposed to find out just what damn creature murdered his wife. Because it was also his job to bring about justice for her death. Avenge her death.
His mind was like a laser, straight and to the point with no need for any outside interaction. He kept on target during every hunt, every lead. Getting sidetracked could be fatal.
Then he'd walk into that hotel room, covered in dirt, blood, ash, and whatever the hell else he'd rolled in to finish the job, and realize that he had more to think about.
The television would be on, softly, as to not wake little Sammy. The shades would be drawn shut, and locked. It would smell like whatever food Dean had gotten them for dinner that night. There would even be a plate in the fridge with "Dad" written on it.
John would toe off his boots, grab a beer, and sit just staring ahead at nothing and wish things had been different. Wishing he'd never had kids.
If only he and Mary had gotten that separation when they were going through that rough patch--before Sammy was born. Maybe then she'd still be alive.
Or if he'd been sleeping in the room with her that night and had gone to check on Sammy, she might have still been alive.
But mostly, he wished he didn't have kids because he didn't want them to see him like this. To fear the world in the ways that he did.
"It's gonna be okay, Dad." John smiled sadly at Dean's voice.
But mostly, he wished he didn't have kids because he didn't want them to take care of him in the way that he never could take care of them.
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Date: 2013-02-09 12:07 pm (UTC)Fill : In Memory Still Bright
Date: 2013-02-09 02:15 pm (UTC)"What do you mean, Ethan is dead?"
Dawn's head turns, looking over her shoulder to the closed study door and Xander wants to bite his tongue: he'd said that fairly loud. He'd apologise but before he can, Dawn turns back to him, eyes huge in her too-pale face and he doesn't think twice before pulling her into a hug. "I don't know what happened," she says into his shoulder. "Giles took the call...that's all he said before he went into the study and he's been there ever since..."
Xander squeezes her tightly, kisses the top of her head. "I'll talk to him," he says and her eyes shine in gratitude.
He pushes the heavy door of the study open, see Giles sitting beside the fire, staring into it, lost in memories. Xander knows the look, has worn it more than once. "Xander," Giles says, voice rough and scratchy. "You heard."
"Dawn told me." Xander crosses to the desk, pulls open the bottom drawer and takes out the very best Scotch that Giles pretends he doesn't hide there. He pours a generous splash into two glasses and crosses the room to Giles, handing him one.
"What are you doing?" Giles's red-rimmed eyes are narrowed in confusion and Xander shrugs.
"Look, I know none of us knew Ethan that well...unless you count in the evil we must fight kind of way...but you did. And he was your friend. And..." He sighs, swirling the liquid in his glass, a new face in every motion. "It sucks to bury your friends."
Giles's sigh seems to come from the depths of his soul. "Indeed it does."
"So, a toast." Xander extends his glass. "To absent friends...in memory still bright."
Giles's eyes are suspiciously bright but his voice is clear when he clinks his glass against Xander's and echoes his words.
"To absent friends."
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