Go out and look at a tree. It starts up from the ground with a single trunk but then branches out into various sections. We are going to write a Drabble Tree!
Farscape - Aeryn - PG-13lar_laughsMarch 17 2011, 05:13:56 UTC
The last thoughts that ran through Aeryn's mind as she died under the icy waters were simple. I'm going to die on land instead of up in the sky like I'm supposed to and I can't frelling believe that frelling John Crichton frelling killed me. She knew she should have been thinking something along the lines of how sad she was to be losing John after she only just realized how much she loved him, but she'd gotten that all out of the way with her last words to him.
Now she was just pissed. And cold. So cold. Her arms and legs weren't obeying her commands to keep moving. The chair was becoming saturated and all the buoyancy that she'd hoped to take advantage of was leeching away with every second that she stayed in the water.
This is the time for miracles, she reminded herself. The ship would come and save her. Zhaan would find a way to get her out of this or D'Argo would shoot someone or John would come to his senses and save her. John... would... save....
No one was coming. No one. She was on her own. The problem was that she wasn't going to be able to save herself this time.
Vampire Knight - Zero - PG-13shuriken7March 17 2011, 05:26:30 UTC
I am going to die.
That was the only thought that ran through Zero's head as the vampire woman came towards him, his eyes wide. He had run outside ahead of his parents, sensing something that should not be there. The Hunter blood in his veins ran strong. She was beautiful, she was elegant, she was walking death.
Tears ran down her face as she took him in his arms. In an almost motherly way she embraced his small body, putting her lips close to his neck. He heard his parents running out. His mother's voice calling for him, begging the vampire to stop.
She didn't. She sank her fangs into his neck and all of the world went white with pain. He vaguely felt himself being thrown to the side. Conscious enough to see his parents be killed, torn to shreds before him. He stayed conscious long enough to see his twin's smile, as Zero's world ended.
Moonlight, Mick/Josef, RangstytimelordMarch 17 2011, 16:49:41 UTC
Mick could remember what it had felt like when Coraline had turned him. He hadn't expected it at all; it had come as a complete shock to realize that the woman he'd married, the woman he had thought he was in love with, came complete with a set of fangs.
He could still remember how it had felt when she sank her fangs into his neck and all of the world went white with pain. There had been the sensation of swooning, of feeling that he was floating; he had known beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was going to die, but for some strange reason, it had felt good. He hadn't seemed to mind dying; it was almost as though some part of his mind had embraced the thought.
He hadn't wanted to fight that sensation until it was far too late. He had been too weak, too far gone, by the time he had realized what dying would mean. He would be far removed from the life he had known; he would never be human again. He would be completely different, forever changed, with no way back to what he had been before.
He'd opened his eyes to stare up at her, his vision going cloudy, knowing that he was failing more rapidly than he'd thought he would. He was dying, letting go of life, slipping away into a dark world that no one could follow him into. He was going to be left for dead, his life snuffed out in the blink of an eye.
Don't leave me for dead! he wanted to cry out. He wanted to protest, to stop what was happening, but he was helpless. He couldn't move a muscle, couldn't speak. He was completely at the mercy of a fate that suddenly seemed cold, cruel and implacable.
If only Josef was here. Josef would save him. Josef would have been able to stop this.
His last thoughts from his human life weren't of the woman he had just married, the woman who had turned him into a monster. They were of Josef, the man who had been the most steadfast friend he'd ever known.
Doctor Who, Tenth Doctor/Ten.5, PG-13angstytimelordMarch 24 2011, 16:18:31 UTC
Jamie gasped as he floundered in the cold waters of the sea, trying desperately to keep his head above water. Why had he come out here, anyway? Why was he in the water instead of standing there on the beach, next to the Tardis, waiting for his ultimate fate to be decided as though he had no choice in the matter?
Oh yes, he reminded himself as he closed his eyes, gulping in sea water. He was being forced to go away to an alternate universe with a spoilt, bratty child who cared nothing for him except for the fact that he looked just like the Doctor, and had the Doctor's mind. He was being forced to leave the Time Lord behind, the one person in the universe who he most wanted to be with.
He wanted to die. He wanted to sink under the icy waters and expire, let his body float back up to the beach and make a statement to all of them that he wouldn't be treated as though he had no mind of his own and no choice in where -- and with who -- he was to spend the short span of his human life.
He was gulping in more and more of the salty sea water; it was getting colder. He couldn't feel his legs any more; soon, they would stop treading water and he would sink, going down into the depths before his body would float back to the surface and eventually wash up on the beach ....
Soon .... he could already feel his heart, that single heart that beat within his chest, slowing down, counting the moments until it stopped completely ....
Jamie woke with a cry, his eyes flying open as he sat up in bed. He wasn't drowning. He was here on the Tardis, safe beside the Doctor, the Time Lord sleeping peacefully next to him. It had been a dream. He hadn't been drowning under the icy water of a sea that he remembered all too clearly, hadn't been forced to live a life that he would never be happy in.
Just a dream, he told himself over and over, pressing his hand against his chest to feel the reassuring heartbeat there, strong and steady under his palm. Just a dream. He wouldn't be forced into that life, away from the Doctor. He was here, safe with the man he loved, where he belonged and where he would stay until the end of his days.
Only a dream, though it had seemed so real. Jamie slowly lay back down, closing his eyes and trying to shut out the disturbing images that kept playing through his mind. It would be a long time before he could fall asleep again -- and when he did, he wasn't so sure that the dreams wouldn't keep coming back to haunt him, slipping back into his mind as easily as he'd let himself slip under that icy water.
Re: Being Erica, Erica/Ethan, PG-13havelovedMarch 27 2011, 04:07:12 UTC
She's had other dreams like this. For years, though she'd never let herself admit it before their reunion, before the kiss, she'd dreamed of him and what it would feel like to be with him.
She dreamed of him waking her with a kiss on her lips, long and lingering and slow. She dreamed of his hands on her skin, under her shirt, over her stomach, up to her breasts. She dreamed of his hands in her hair, stroking and tangling and twining.
Even now, even after she's been with him, finally been with him after fifteen years of refusing to admit she wanted him, she dreams of these things. She swears she feels his knees at her hips as he straddles her, leaning down to kiss her out of sleep after a demanding day at River Rock, his fingers on skin left exposed by the shirt she sleeps in.
She swears she can feel him.
But when she wakes up, it is to a pillow stained with salty wetness and smeared, day-old makeup. It is to muscles cramped from being curled into a ball all night. It is to eyes sore from crying and hands outstretched, as if to make him come back. It is waking up from a reality she knows she shouldn't want--everything she said to him is true; he is holding her back--but, irrationally, does.
She has to close her eyes, wanting, if just for a minute, that fleeting image of him. Wanting to pretend it's her reality. But it was only a dream, though it had seemed so real.
Black Bird - Kyo/Misao - PGshuriken7April 8 2011, 15:10:27 UTC
"Kyo! Pay attention." yelled his instructor thwacking him on the back of the head with the practice katana. The hit stung and he could feel that Ryo was giving him that look. The look that told him that he was not taking his mission seriously enough.
If you don't try harder you will never become head of the family, Ryo was telling him with his eyes. Kyo was half-tempted to roll his eyes and stick out his tongue at his friend and servant, but that would hardly be the proper behavior for the heir of the tengu clan. Not to mention he might get whacked with the katana again. He took a deep breath and tried to refocus on the task at hand. He needed to take his mind away from the girl he had left in the human world, and focus on the sword positions he may need one day to protect her.
Protecting her, being head of the family, having her, was all his dream. All of this was for her. First position. For a little girl he would dream about, wondering what she would look like when she was all grown up. Block. He dreamed that she would still love him, but would it be true? Thrust. Parry. Block. First Position. Second Position. Thwack.
Now she was just pissed. And cold. So cold. Her arms and legs weren't obeying her commands to keep moving. The chair was becoming saturated and all the buoyancy that she'd hoped to take advantage of was leeching away with every second that she stayed in the water.
This is the time for miracles, she reminded herself. The ship would come and save her. Zhaan would find a way to get her out of this or D'Argo would shoot someone or John would come to his senses and save her. John... would... save....
No one was coming. No one. She was on her own. The problem was that she wasn't going to be able to save herself this time.
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That was the only thought that ran through Zero's head as the vampire woman came towards him, his eyes wide. He had run outside ahead of his parents, sensing something that should not be there. The Hunter blood in his veins ran strong. She was beautiful, she was elegant, she was walking death.
Tears ran down her face as she took him in his arms. In an almost motherly way she embraced his small body, putting her lips close to his neck. He heard his parents running out. His mother's voice calling for him, begging the vampire to stop.
She didn't. She sank her fangs into his neck and all of the world went white with pain. He vaguely felt himself being thrown to the side. Conscious enough to see his parents be killed, torn to shreds before him. He stayed conscious long enough to see his twin's smile, as Zero's world ended.
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He could still remember how it had felt when she sank her fangs into his neck and all of the world went white with pain. There had been the sensation of swooning, of feeling that he was floating; he had known beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was going to die, but for some strange reason, it had felt good. He hadn't seemed to mind dying; it was almost as though some part of his mind had embraced the thought.
He hadn't wanted to fight that sensation until it was far too late. He had been too weak, too far gone, by the time he had realized what dying would mean. He would be far removed from the life he had known; he would never be human again. He would be completely different, forever changed, with no way back to what he had been before.
He'd opened his eyes to stare up at her, his vision going cloudy, knowing that he was failing more rapidly than he'd thought he would. He was dying, letting go of life, slipping away into a dark world that no one could follow him into. He was going to be left for dead, his life snuffed out in the blink of an eye.
Don't leave me for dead! he wanted to cry out. He wanted to protest, to stop what was happening, but he was helpless. He couldn't move a muscle, couldn't speak. He was completely at the mercy of a fate that suddenly seemed cold, cruel and implacable.
If only Josef was here. Josef would save him. Josef would have been able to stop this.
His last thoughts from his human life weren't of the woman he had just married, the woman who had turned him into a monster. They were of Josef, the man who had been the most steadfast friend he'd ever known.
The man he loved with all of his heart and soul.
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Oh yes, he reminded himself as he closed his eyes, gulping in sea water. He was being forced to go away to an alternate universe with a spoilt, bratty child who cared nothing for him except for the fact that he looked just like the Doctor, and had the Doctor's mind. He was being forced to leave the Time Lord behind, the one person in the universe who he most wanted to be with.
He wanted to die. He wanted to sink under the icy waters and expire, let his body float back up to the beach and make a statement to all of them that he wouldn't be treated as though he had no mind of his own and no choice in where -- and with who -- he was to spend the short span of his human life.
He was gulping in more and more of the salty sea water; it was getting colder. He couldn't feel his legs any more; soon, they would stop treading water and he would sink, going down into the depths before his body would float back to the surface and eventually wash up on the beach ....
Soon .... he could already feel his heart, that single heart that beat within his chest, slowing down, counting the moments until it stopped completely ....
Jamie woke with a cry, his eyes flying open as he sat up in bed. He wasn't drowning. He was here on the Tardis, safe beside the Doctor, the Time Lord sleeping peacefully next to him. It had been a dream. He hadn't been drowning under the icy water of a sea that he remembered all too clearly, hadn't been forced to live a life that he would never be happy in.
Just a dream, he told himself over and over, pressing his hand against his chest to feel the reassuring heartbeat there, strong and steady under his palm. Just a dream. He wouldn't be forced into that life, away from the Doctor. He was here, safe with the man he loved, where he belonged and where he would stay until the end of his days.
Only a dream, though it had seemed so real. Jamie slowly lay back down, closing his eyes and trying to shut out the disturbing images that kept playing through his mind. It would be a long time before he could fall asleep again -- and when he did, he wasn't so sure that the dreams wouldn't keep coming back to haunt him, slipping back into his mind as easily as he'd let himself slip under that icy water.
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She dreamed of him waking her with a kiss on her lips, long and lingering and slow. She dreamed of his hands on her skin, under her shirt, over her stomach, up to her breasts. She dreamed of his hands in her hair, stroking and tangling and twining.
Even now, even after she's been with him, finally been with him after fifteen years of refusing to admit she wanted him, she dreams of these things. She swears she feels his knees at her hips as he straddles her, leaning down to kiss her out of sleep after a demanding day at River Rock, his fingers on skin left exposed by the shirt she sleeps in.
She swears she can feel him.
But when she wakes up, it is to a pillow stained with salty wetness and smeared, day-old makeup. It is to muscles cramped from being curled into a ball all night. It is to eyes sore from crying and hands outstretched, as if to make him come back. It is waking up from a reality she knows she shouldn't want--everything she said to him is true; he is holding her back--but, irrationally, does.
She has to close her eyes, wanting, if just for a minute, that fleeting image of him. Wanting to pretend it's her reality. But it was only a dream, though it had seemed so real.
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If you don't try harder you will never become head of the family, Ryo was telling him with his eyes. Kyo was half-tempted to roll his eyes and stick out his tongue at his friend and servant, but that would hardly be the proper behavior for the heir of the tengu clan. Not to mention he might get whacked with the katana again. He took a deep breath and tried to refocus on the task at hand. He needed to take his mind away from the girl he had left in the human world, and focus on the sword positions he may need one day to protect her.
Protecting her, being head of the family, having her, was all his dream. All of this was for her. First position. For a little girl he would dream about, wondering what she would look like when she was all grown up. Block. He dreamed that she would still love him, but would it be true? Thrust. Parry. Block. First Position. Second Position. Thwack.
Perhaps now was not the time for daydreams.
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