Wednesday: Lies, Damned Lies and Statistics

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Happy Wednesday, All. just_imriel here.

Todays theme:  Lies, Damned lies and Statistics.

Little white ones and whoppers and everything in between.

Lies meant to hurt or meant to heal.  Lies even the liar begins to believe...

Let's have our favorite (or least favorite) characters prevaricate, dissemble, decieve, misdirect, evade, distort, defame, mislead, perjure, pervert, concoct, distract, dupe, eqivocate, exaggerate, fabricate, misinform, fib, fudge...

Ah, you get the picture. There's a reason there are so many synonyms...everyone does it.  Of course, whether they get away with it is up to you!

As always, our usual rules apply:

No spoilers in your prompts until at least a week after air date - and please remember the UK - US lag time for BBC.

Don’t forget to give us SPOILER ALERTS!!! and leave at least three spaces, where appropriate.

Please no more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 per fandom at a time. If someone responds to your prompt, you can prompt again.

Be kind to Codemonkeys, and write your prompts as fandom, pairing/pairing, prompt or fandom/fandom, pairing/pairing, prompt for crossovers. Like this:

Bones/NCIS, Boothe/DiNozzo, "We've never met."

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, "I'm not a thief."

RPS, JDM/Author's Choice, "I haven't missed you at all."

Last but not least, if none of this rings true, you can always look through our Lonely Prompts for inspiration. They won't steer you wrong. Honest.
 

Theme = LiarLiar
 

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Pyschopomp

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Merlin (Merlin/Arthur), Supernatural (Sam/Dean), SGA (John/Rodney)

Warnings: Deathfic Nothing explicit but oh is it implied. Also some obscure mythology (Celtic, Christian and Roman in that order)


Arthur put his arms around Merlin, careful of the warlock's painfully thin frame. He pressed a kiss to Merlin's lips, trying to burn the image of sightless eyes flashing gold into his memory.

"Just like any other day, right?"

"Exactly. And don't think this gets you off polishing my armor tomorrow."

The smoke around him smelled of applewood and fresh hay. He turned his face towards the balcony, holding his father's gaze until the flames between them rose too high to see.

----

Sam flicked through the research: newspaper clippings, printouts, pages torn from books. Occasionally he'd scratch a note onto one of the papers.

"So I think I have the ritual worked out, we just need to get the ingredients and perform it before the end of the solstice," he said without bothering to look at his brother.

"That's great Sammy. We'll be there in no time."

He let his hand drop to the seat between them, smiling as a moment later Sam absently dropped his own hand on top of it. In the rearview mirror shadows stretched like black wings behind the car. Dean turned his eyes back to the road ahead and the fires burning in the distance.

----

John peered around the doorway. He couldn't see them yet but the sound of the Wraith approaching echoed faintly through the corridor. Walking across the room to the other exit he looked down the hallway. More debris, a thin layer of ash already coating the walls and several of inches of salt water on the floor.

"Rodney. Let's go."

Rodney turned from the interface that was still sparking intermittently.

"John. I just need a few more minutes, I can get it working I swear."

John jerked his head towards the corridor.

"It's time to go Rodney."

Rodney nodded, abandoning his tablet and picking up his pack. He eyed the dark hallway suspiciously.

"I really think the other door would be a better option."

John smirked.

"Nah. This way'll be more fun. Trust me."

He headed down. Rodney followed.

Re: Pyschopomp

[sasha-b.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love this Merlin snippet. Beautiful imagery in such a short piece! Excellent.