Wednesday: Weather
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tattooeddevil and today's theme is the weather. Prompts can be anything, so long as it has to do with the weather. Freak storms, sunburns, caught in the rain; go nuts!
Just a few rules:
- No more than five prompts in a row.
- No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
- Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
- No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
- If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
[Use the character's full names and fandom's full name] Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Once Upon A Time, Killian Hook/Emma Swan, she gets sea sick the first time he takes her on his ship
+ Any fandom, any/any, "It's a bit '2 Weddings And A Funeral', but yeah, go on" (re: the kissing in the rain scene)
+ FRIENDS, all 5 friends, heatwave in New York
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tattooeddevil and today's theme is the weather. Prompts can be anything, so long as it has to do with the weather. Freak storms, sunburns, caught in the rain; go nuts!Just a few rules:
- No more than five prompts in a row.
- No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
- Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
- No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
- If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
[Use the character's full names and fandom's full name] Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Once Upon A Time, Killian Hook/Emma Swan, she gets sea sick the first time he takes her on his ship
+ Any fandom, any/any, "It's a bit '2 Weddings And A Funeral', but yeah, go on" (re: the kissing in the rain scene)
+ FRIENDS, all 5 friends, heatwave in New York
We are also using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
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Date: 2016-01-13 07:31 am (UTC)(I’d prefer Damian to be no younger than 15, but anything else is cool!)
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Date: 2016-01-13 07:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-13 07:35 am (UTC)filled
Date: 2016-01-13 01:34 pm (UTC)"Because," Sinestro says impatiently. He's trying to remind himself that Jordan is only a rookie, that's it's not his fault that they had the misfortune to find themselves on this particular planet on the day the planet's moons aligned -- but that hardly ever works. There's just something about Jordan that sets him off and has him constantly teetering on the edge of lashing out. Perhaps it's his petulance. Perhaps it's the fact that he's the most gorgeous, tempting thing Thaal has ever laid eyes on. "These storms can last, at the very least, eight hours. At the most, several days. If we use our rings to keep us warm the entire time, how do you suppose we fly ourselves out of here when it's over? Or fight off anything that tries to attack us while we're here?"
Hal sighs and a large cloud of breath escapes his mouth, drawing attention to his pale lips. "Yeah, that makes sense, I guess," he says. Usually there's more of a fight in him, but in these subzero temperatures Thaal can't blame him for trying to conserve his energy. "God, I'm fucking freezing."
Sinestro rolls his eyes at his penchant for pointing out the glaringly obvious. "Only a few hours longer," he says, knowing that there's a good chance he's lying and that they might very well freeze to death in this cave and wanting to put his fist through the wall for being stupid enough to be caught here. "You'll live, Jordan."
: : :
Fours hours later the storm is still raging on outside of the cave they're stuck in and there are ice crystals in Hal's hair as he rocks back and forth, trying to keep warm. A few hours ago Thaal moved from his standing position to sit down next to him, back to back to share body heat between them, but that's hardly working any longer.
"Jordan," Sinestro says, trying to still his chattering teeth, knowing what needs to be done. "Take off your clothes."
Hal looks at him like he's delirious from hypothermia. "Excu-cuse me?"
"If you want to live," Sinestro says, "Do as I say. Remove your clothing, lay them in a pile and lie down on top of them. Th-this is the only way."
"But --"
"Jordan --" Thaal says and there's no anger there this time-- just desperation. "Trust me."
Hal must hear the difference in his voice because he doesn't argue this time, just slowly begins to strip, and Sinestro starts to do the same.
When he moves behind Hal and wraps his body around him, covering them with his clothing as best as possible, Hal makes the most amusing squeaking noise in the back of his throat.
"This is...interesting," Jordan says, trying a nervous laugh as Sinestro presses against him.
"This is necessary," Thaal says.
"Necessary," Hal repeats, squirming back against him in a way that causes Sinestro to swallow down a snarl. "Right."
: : :
"Oh my god," Hal gasps beneath him and Thaal can't decide which is more beautiful, that noise or the color finally returning to Hal's cheeks as he buries himself inside of him.
"Necessary," Thaal murmurs as he moves inside of him, heat radiating from Hal's body into his, dipping his head to capture Hal's mouth and taste the heat on his tongue as well.
"Yeah," Hal says, wrapping his legs around him and digging his heels in, pressing Thaal in deeper. "Totally."
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Date: 2016-01-13 08:31 am (UTC)Fill: Young Avengers, Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan - I Can't Complain
Date: 2016-01-13 05:54 pm (UTC)_____
Billy Kaplan leaned against the headboard of his bed, sighing quietly as he wiped his face with the t-shirt he took off a few hours earlier. He was so thankful for his powers right then.
It was incredible how hot it was outside, though he should have expected it, considering that the temperature was quite high for the last few days. He was sure that if not for magic, he would have melted and become a big, puddle of magical goo as soon as he tried to stand up, but he didn’t have to worry about that anytime soon, fortunately. He had decided to stay home after Teddy had called him and said that he was on his way to Billy’s already, so Billy had laid down on his bed, trying to re-read a couple of older comic books, waiting for his boyfriend.
Glancing at the window, he thought of getting himself something to drink, but then he heard footsteps outside his room and as soon as Teddy walked in, Billy got up from the bed. Teddy was holding his backpack in one hand and running the fingers of the other one through his soaked hair. He wiped sweat off his forehead and raised the backpack, which Billy took from him right away.
“I’m so glad we don’t have to go anywhere today,” Billy said, as he left the backpack on the floor and walked up to Teddy, catching his lips in a gentle kiss. “Walking, much less fighting, would have sucked when it’s so hot outside. You’d have to carry me everywhere,” he whispered against his boyfriend’s mouth and a small smile appeared on Teddy’s face at that.
“We’d still kick ass,” he replied, before wrapping his arms around Billy’s waist securely, kissing him again.
As Teddy caressed the skin of Billy’s back gently, Billy sneaked his hands under Teddy’s tight shirt, pressing their bodies closer together. They kissed for a while, ignoring the fact that they were both sweaty, before Billy moved back, sighing as he pressed his forehead against Teddy’s shoulder.
“Ugh, this heat makes me tired and it’s not even noon,” he complained and Teddy kissed the side of his head.
“Well, I can’t really complain,” Billy felt a pair of gentle hands travelling up and down his naked back again and he couldn’t help snorting in answer.
“I see your point, I guess. But really, it sucks. I don’t mind the nice weather, but that? Way too much.”
“I left some soda and ice cream in the freezer, if that helps?”
“You’re the best boyfriend ever,” Billy muttered against Teddy’s neck, pressing a small kiss there, before he stepped back slowly.
As he laid down on the bed, he closed his eyes and reached for his abandoned t-shirt to wipe his forehead again. The heat was really unbearable. He was so distracted that he didn’t even hear Teddy leaving the room. As he felt the bed dip under Teddy’s weight a few minutes later, he opened his eyes, looking at his boyfriend. Teddy was handing him a bottle of water.
“Here you go,” he said, and Billy sighed as he touched the pleasantly cool bottle. It felt wonderful. As soon as he took the first sip, he moaned quietly.
“You’re the best.”
Teddy smiled, taking a sip of water as well when Billy handed him the bottle back. “How do you feel about taking a nap now? And when we wake up we can plays some games, or something. It’s not like we have anything else to do today.”
“That sounds like an awesome plan.”
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Date: 2016-01-13 08:33 am (UTC)Fill: Melt Your Heart [Marvel, Wade/Peter, PG-13]
Date: 2016-01-15 04:09 pm (UTC)"That's what tends to happen on a mountain, Spidey," Wade says cheerfully, kicks a pile of snow so hard that it falls apart - half of it deciding to cling to Wade's leg, while the rest tumbles down the sheer rock face and out of sight, "freezing temperatures, complete cold, goats trying to bite your balls off. Man I remember one time, back before I became the gorgeous specimen of manhood that's standing before you today-"
"Mm, great," he interrupts, perhaps a touch rudely. But, hey, it's not like Wade's going to mind - he's been far ruder than this before, all without raising a flicker of reaction, "can you feel your toes? I'm pretty sure I can't feel my toes."
"...Well, no," Wade says, after a pause that could be considered fairly long for him. A shallow breath, for most other people, "I can't. But, then, I can never actually feel my toes all that well! That would've happened, shit, long after I became the wonderful beacon of humanity standing before you-"
"I'm pretty sure I can't feel my feet, either," he interrupts again, almost thoughtfully. Takes another shuddering step, and barely avoids tumbling flat on his face, "or my legs. Heh, reminds me of the time I fought that sentient snowman."
"Spidey," Wade says slowly, softly.
"Not that you'd care that much, of course," he takes another staggering step, actually trips this time and only narrowly avoids going flat on his face, "since it's not about you, but-"
"Spidey," Wade snaps, with more force. And suddenly there's a warm arm around his shoulders, a surprisingly steady body holding him up, "one, I am capable of caring about other people providing that they have spider powers and-slash-or a cool red costume. Two, I'm pretty sure you're currently in the early stages of hypothermia. Tres, that's three in Spanish. Four, keep listening to my voice and don't go to sleep."
"Wade?" He asks, dazedly, and sways a little - leans right into the warmth of the other man's body, and narrowly wins the battle to keep his eyes open, "I don't think I feel so good."
"Yep," Wade chirps almost cheerfully, but with a hard to avoid edge of concern underneath, "that's what hypothermia tends to do to you."
"I feel hot..."
"Yep, that's the hypothermia talking too!" Wade continues, still cheerfully, and hefts him up. Doesn't pick him up all the way, as if understanding that it'd be hard to look at each other after that, but does start gently moving forward and forcing him to put one foot in front of the other, "but don't worry, Spidey, I'm here and I'll get you there in one piece. Pesky hypothermia or not!"
"But," he struggles for words, keeps moving nonetheless. It's easier, with Wade there by his side, "you're a-"
"Charming and wonderful gentleman, who is helping you out of a tight spot?" Wade winks, draws him closer, just keeps them moving - onwards and onwards, together as always, "I know, right? But don't worry, Spidey, as soon as we get somewhere safe I am totally suggesting the heat sharing method popular in so much fanfic. Scout's honour! ...You know, if they'll ever let me back in."
He huffs out a laugh, but keeps moving anyway. One foot in front of the other, Wade's presence warm and comforting at his side.
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Date: 2016-01-13 12:45 pm (UTC)Green Lantern, Hal Jordan/thaal Sinestro, "I'm a tornado looking for a man to break."
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Date: 2016-01-13 01:13 pm (UTC)FILL: J2, Making love
Date: 2016-03-12 06:24 pm (UTC)Jared is set on marking him; trailing biting kisses up and down the column of his throat...The alpha is not immune to the charm of an omega in heat. He could smell Jensen, how wet he was, sweet arousal glistening around the rim of his tight hole and smelling so sweet like honey his mouth watered. The tight, wet heat surrounding his cock triggers blazing white-hot pleasure deep in his stomach, and Jared growls, there’s no attempt at muffling the sounds that slip from his lips as he holds his mate in his arms.
It feels amazing, its biology, Jensen cannot deny how hard he is, and still he feels like he cannot breathe with the heat hanging thick in the air and the pleasure reaching overwhelming heights. He is a quiet bottom, not purring or growling with pleasure like the alpha, but instead allows little gasps and needy whines slips from his lips, which are music to Jared’s ears and fuel his desire.
Even with his skin burning and the air musky, too hot to breathe it seems like, he is so aroused his head is swimming in endorphins. Jensen leans in, buries his face in the crook of Jared’s neck and breathes deep; musk and leather swarm his senses and the aroma has his head spinning, his hips jerking, his cock hardening against Jared's stomach and leave a sticky wetness between them.
He pulls back enough to gaze into Jared's eyes, but his mate kisses along his jaw, nuzzles him, scents his arousal and presses his hips faster into the heat of his body, and still Jensen doesn’t think to ask him to stop. Doesn’t want it to stop. The need to come is nearly overwhelming as the hot air trapped between them.
Jensen’s beautiful green eyes flutter close and his breath hitches on a rough, gasping moan, shivers zipping down his spine as he feels his mate’s knot thicken inside him. Jared can hear Jensen's sharp intake of breath every time he slips in, feeling the wet, warm heat cling to his thickness, and his own breathing gets harsher as he holds Jensen tighter, locking him in a passionate embrace.
The alpha moans, making soft, audible growls of pleasure that vibrated through Jensen’s body, only arousing the omega that much more. Jensen’s cock was straining between them, pre-cum wetting the skin and leaving it sticky and wet and warm, only adding to the sensations that are already burning hot between them.
Jared felt Jensen shiver in his touch; Jensen was eager to come, more than a little now that the finish line is in sight; they’ve been making love for hours, burning off the mating heat, and he is sore and exhausted, soaked with sweat and burning up, and the promise of cool, pure bliss is within sight.
Between Jared mouthing at his jaw, nipping and kiss, and the sensation of his lover deep inside him, Jensen’s pink, soft lips part on a moan. Jared keeps rocking into him, a little harder, faster each time, and Jensen is soon writhing and gasps for air and he’s coming, shaken to his core by the pleasure and heat tangled up together. He lays completely limp when the fire storm passes, and a smile forms on his lips as Jared cuddles up with him, nuzzling his warm skin affectingly.
“Love you, sweetheart,” Jared whispers, only seconds before nipping gently at Jensen’s throat to leave yet another love bite upon the soft skin, and Jensen relishes the fact that come dawn when they greet the pack, everyone will know he belongs to Jared.
Jensen smiles brightly and hugs Jared tightly, kissing his sweet, soft lips.
♥ END ♥
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Date: 2016-01-13 01:14 pm (UTC)Fill!
Date: 2016-01-13 03:50 pm (UTC)"I'm in the Air Force, not the Navy," he said. "They don't make us tread water. We only have to do it for thirty-eight minutes, right? They'll send a jumper and it'll be fine."
"I can only tread water for fifteen minutes," Rodney said.
"How do you know?" John braced himself for some horrifying story about how he was bullied in school and thrown into a pool and not allowed out till he almost drowned.
"They made us tread water for a long time for the life-saving section of our swimming course in PE," Rodney said. His teeth were starting to chatter.
John blinked at him. "You had a life-saving section in your swimming course in PE?" He thought back to his high school days. Had they even gone swimming for PE?
"I've said it many times before, the American education system is deplorable and the Canadian system is obviously superior, which is, in some small measure, the reason I am the genius I am today. My intellect would have withered and died in an American school, but in Canada I flourished."
"Hey now," John protested, "I went to a perfectly nice private school. We swam in PE. We just didn't learn any life-saving techniques. Although learning to be a bodyguard would have been a great way to score chicks in high school, now that I think about it."
Rodney cast him a dark look.
"I didn't say I wanted to score chicks now," John said quickly.
Rodney grumbled. "The last time we ended up with a water-logged Stargate, I nearly lost my mind and was reduced to a second childhood. Lorne better get here fast."
"That wasn't because of the water," John pointed out.
"The freezing cold water certainly didn't help!"
"It did help me realize you liked me."
Rodney narrowed his eyes. "You said you'd told me every embarrassing thing I'd done."
"You came to me one night," John said. "I thought you'd fallen asleep, so I went back to my quarters for some shut-eye, but I guess you woke up, and you panicked when you were alone, and the person you came for...was me."
Rodney narrowed his eyes at him. "And?"
"And we shared a couple of beers and talked."
"And?"
"And what?"
"And was there any...hanky-panky?"
John affected the most insulted look he could manage given that his entire face had gone numb. "No! As you pointed out, you had descended into a second childhood. I wasn't going to take advantage."
Rodney rolled his eyes. "Of course not. Kirk."
But Rodney had cuddled up next to John after the alcohol loosened his limbs, and right before he'd fallen asleep, he'd whispered, "Love you." And John, well, he might have pressed a kiss to the corner of Rodney's mouth, because he kinda loved Rodney too.
Rodney paddled closer. "I know that look on your face. Are you lying to me?"
"No! Can we argue about this later? We can't do this for thirty-eight minutes. No one can." John's limbs were going numb. Were they still even moving?
"Ronon probably could." Rodney's lips were turning blue.
"Okay, almost no one can."
"Teyla could." Rodney was still warm enough to be irritating.
John squinted off into the distance. "Is that a rock in the distance? Let's swim to it and sit on it and wait for Lorne to come in the jumper, okay?"
"That better be a rock and not a whale."
"This was a flash flood. There are no whales."
"You're not a scientist. How can you be sure?"
"Swimming to the rock now, Rodney."
"Okay, fine. But if the words 'race you' come out of your mouth, you're not getting any for a week."
John began dog-paddling in the direction of what he'd seen. Contrary to popular opinion, he did listen in briefings, and the reason this planet had been interesting was for its architectural features, including a conveniently flat-topped tower-like structure that the scientists hoped was full of Ancient anti-wraith technology. If they could reach it, they could sit on top.
"Let's not talk about getting any till we're warm and dry, okay?" John said.
"Fine," Rodney said. "Do you think Ronon and Teyla are all right?"
"Before my radio died, Teyla assured me that they'd found a cave in high grounds in those mountains we were looking at and they were going to wait out the storm."
"Just our luck that we got swept away."
"Yeah," John said softly. "Just our luck. Now c'mon. We're almost there."
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Date: 2016-01-13 07:12 pm (UTC)I can cut it in half and it would make sense as Eggsy/Harry, if you want, but I thought I would ask, just in case *hides*
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From:Fill: Kingsman: The Secret Service, Merlin/Eggsy Unwin/Harry Hart
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Date: 2016-01-13 02:02 pm (UTC)Where a boy lives behind bricks,
He's got an eye for girls of eighteen (Halsey - Hurricane)
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Date: 2016-01-13 03:21 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, it's been raining for 7 days and [name] is losing their mind
Fill, The 100
Date: 2017-03-27 04:36 pm (UTC)[Also found here x (http://entireoranges-creativity.tumblr.com/post/158894495886/prison)]
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Date: 2016-01-13 03:21 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, "I hate snow."
Fill: Harry Potter, Daphne/Pansy, Diamonds in your hair
Date: 2016-12-16 10:43 pm (UTC)“I can’t believe you just said that,” Daphne answers and smiles. “I think it’s totally romantic to take a walk while it’s snowing down on us.” She entwines their fingers and Pansy sighs.
“It makes my hair go frizzy,” she keeps complaining.
“Told you to wear a cap.”
Pansy gives her girlfriend an incredulous look. “I can’t believe YOU just said that.”
Daphne rolls her eyes, but her smile doesn’t falter. “You know what else is beautiful? The snow glistening like diamonds in the light of the street lamp. It looks like you have small diamonds in your hair.”
Now this is something Pansy likes to hear. “Well, if you put it that way … Maybe snow isn’t too bad after all.” She lays an arm around the other girl and kisses her softly.
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Date: 2016-01-13 03:22 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, "I hate rain."
"Then why do you live in [name of some place where it rains all the time]?"
Fill: Warm Me Up, The Sentinel, Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Date: 2016-01-13 05:58 pm (UTC)“Don’t move!” he said, holding his hands up. “Let me get some towels.”
“Oh, man.” Blair shrugged out of his jacket, which dropped to the floor with a wet plop. “It’s torrential out there. I don’t think I get this wet in the shower.”
Jim returned with an armful of towels, one of which he threw at Blair’s head. “Get out of those wet clothes. I’ll take them downstairs and put them in the wash.
“Thanks, Jim.” Blair’s voice was muffled as he vigorously ran the towel over his head. “I know rain is important for the ecosystem, but this is ridiculous. There’s flooding down on Traction Avenue, and the lower ball field at Rainier is completely under water.”
“It’s always rainy in November,” Jim said. He laid some towels out on the floor to soak up the worst of the water. He’d throw them in the washing machine, too, and then go over the floor with the mop.
When Blair’s long, curly hair was damp but no longer dripping, he started stripping out of his clothes. This always amused Jim, because the kid buried himself in so many layers. Flannel shirt, Henley shirt, t-shirt, undershirt. All the clothes made Blair seem fairly bulky, but Jim knew that under all that flannel and cotton was a lean, trim build covered with an excess of dark brown body hair.
He got down to his boxers and gave Jim an imploring look. “Robe?”
“Oh, right.” Jim tore his eyes away from the naked Guide skin and grabbed Blair’s fleece robe off the back of the bathroom door. While Blair slipped it on, and slipped out of his underwear, Jim did a quick Sentinel scan. Body temp was low, but his lungs sounded clear and his heart was beating its normal, steady rhythm.
“Why don’t you grab some couch while I get the laundry started,” Jim suggested. “I’ll make you some hot tea when I get back.”
“Thanks, man.” Blair was shivering, robe belted tightly around him.
Jim grabbed up the soggy clothes and towels, and took them downstairs to the laundry room. It was only a matter of minutes to get the washer going, and then he was back in the Loft. He put on the kettle for tea, and while that was heating up he mopped the floor.
“Sorry about the mess.” Blair was wrapped in the blanket that normally hung over the back of the couch, just his face showing. “I really hate rain, you know? I hate being cold and wet.”
“And you live in Cascade why?” Jim asked with a smirk. He set a steaming mug of tea on the coffee table.
“You know why.” Blair held his hand out and Jim grabbed it, letting himself be pulled down on the couch beside his partner. “Come on, big guy. Warm me up already, I’m freezing.”
Jim was happy to oblige, insinuating himself under the blanket and capturing Blair’s clammy lips in a kiss that quickly became heated. Blair was always cold, but Jim didn’t mind because they always had a pretty good time warming him up.
The tea got cold, but Blair didn’t really need it after all.
Re: Fill: Warm Me Up, The Sentinel, Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
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Date: 2016-01-13 03:23 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, the first hurricane [character] experiences
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Date: 2016-01-13 03:23 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, missing the rain
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Date: 2016-01-13 05:32 pm (UTC)Fill: Agent Carter, Dottie Underwood
Date: 2016-02-14 06:54 am (UTC)There are no hurricanes here.
There is order, and discipline, and a handcuff on her wrist. And if she doesn't want to die, she won't put even a toe out of line.
She doesn't want to die.
Not because she fears death, oh no. If she deserves to die, she will. But she wants to be the one who gets to live. She wants to be deemed worthy of fighting in the war that everyone knows will descend on them at some point or other. Not out of allegiance to any country, but simply because she is capable of it.
So she buries the hurricanes in her soul (she'll save them for when the others are dead) and sinks into this regimented world for as long as is necessary.
(She forgets that she doesn't know how to fall asleep without a cuff around her wrist.)
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