Monday - Music & Lyrics

[weesta.livejournal.com]

Greetings! I'm weesta and I'll be your guest hostess for the week. It may be a little lighter and fluffier than you're used to around here this week, but it'll all be in good fun!

Today's theme is MUSIC & LYRICS.

Do you have a song you 'ship your favorite pair to? Is there a character with some musical talent just screaming to get out? Do you just want to write a scene with people singing naked kareoke? Go for it! Prompt with an artist, lyric or song title, instrument or anything musically related and see what magic our writers will make.

Please be kind to the Code Monkeys and remember the posting format: Your Fandom or Crossover, Your Pairing, "Your prompt". One prompt per comment.

Examples:

CWRPS, Steve Carlson/Jensen Ackles, "Peaceful Easy Feeling" (Eagles)

Lost, Claire/Charlie, lullaby

More than one writer can respond to a prompt. You may leave more than one prompt, and you can answer your own prompts.

Comments

[shannonrita.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Author's Choice, Eliot/Author's choice, rattlesnake smile (more specifically "Do I look like something you can put in a fucking cage")

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Angel, Eliot/Angel, rattlesnake smile

"I don't know who you think I am." Eliot had his hands up, his eyes on the gun, stepping backward carefully, despite the cage behind him. Cage, like would hold a wild animal. Or...a person.

"Right. You're going to tell me that you aren't Lindsey and I should just believe you."

"My name is Eliot Spencer, I was sent to retrieve--"

The gun pushes closer and Eliot takes another step back. "I hate LA." He sighs and digs in his feet as he nears the open door of the cage. "Listen--"

"I heard you. But you know? You look like Lindsey, you talk like Lindsey...I'm thinking that makes you Lindsey and the last time I saw Lindsey, he tried to kill me."

"I'm not surprised if this is how you greeted him." Eliot glanced quickly around them. He could take the gun, the guy and be up the stairs and out of the supposedly abandoned hotel, but that would mean going back to his client empty handed. "I don't want to kill you, I just came for a book."

The guy pushed just a little more, and Eliot had had enough. He jumped up, catching the cage and swinging out, kicking the gun clear and landing behind the guy, shoving him into the cage and slamming it shut. He grinned at the shocked expression. "Do I look like something you can put in a fucking cage?" he asked, leaning in to gloat just a little. "I told you. I'm just here for the book." he clicked the lock and headed for the stairs.

Damn fucking corporate lawyers and their misinformation. Last time he took a job from a woman wearing clothing that cost more than she was paying him for the job.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

*smirk* Very nice!

[shannonrita.livejournal.com]

I LOVE IT!! Hee! Just what I wanted. *Loves*

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Boss, I love your brain so, so very much...

[spae.livejournal.com]

Is that Lilah being a bitch, again?

Eliot ♥ so frickin' awesome!

[wyomingnot.livejournal.com]

I don't know Angel. But I love this so very very much. Because, yeah, Eliot. :)

You rock.