The 2015 3-Sentence Ficathon Round-Up (Dec 31 Edition)
Closing out the year with my last fills of 2015:
Prompt from Anonymous: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Willow/Oz, we meet again over Turkish coffee
Sitting by the cafe window, Willow watched as passersby strolled along the corridor of the Grand Bazaar, her eyes searching for a familiar face to appear any moment.
She picked up the spoon and stirred the strong, dark drink in its tiny cup and thought of several ways to greet her old friend and lover-"Hi Oz, thanks for saving my life last night", "Oz! What are you doing in Istanbul??", and "How did you know where to find me?".
Her thoughts were interrupted by a tiny cough and looking up to find a short, weary man with tiny scars the same color as his hair marring a still youthful (though older, as they all were now) face, she found that all she needed to say was, "Hello".
Originally posted here.
Prompt from killing-kurare: Any, Any, You must have made some kind of mistake // I asked for death, but instead I'm awake (Buffy Summers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
She wished she could remember what Heaven was like but all that would come to her mortal mind were brief flashes of light and nothing else. Buffy hadn't been there long, just a few months according to Spike, but in that brief time she knew it was far better to be there than return to the world of the living even though her friends and family were still here.
As she stood looking at the stone where her name and epitaph were carved in remembrance, she thought bitterly of that old saying about how doing good deeds would invariably lead to better and harder ones and wondered if the Gods were playing a cruel trick on her by allowing her to die and coming back a second time.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from lizzie-marie-23: Any, Death, the weight of a soul (Caspian, The Chronicles of Narnia)
Caspian gazed upon his son's face and tried to touch it but he felt so tired, as if his soul was a large boulder trapped inside his frail body, unable to rise and escape its mortal prison.
As his vision of Rilian and the world dimmed, he thought of the old Telmarine stories about Death-an elderly and ugly woman dressed in long, dark robes-and hoped he would be brave enough to face her as his time in Narnia drew ever closer to an end.
When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to find not the woman of folklore but a familiar Lion, a young boy he had not seen in decades and a girl he never met before and feeling light as a feather, Caspian laughed and ran up to embrace them all.
Originally posted here.
Crosspost: http://autumnia.dreamwidth.org/35727.html
Prompt from Anonymous: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Willow/Oz, we meet again over Turkish coffee
Sitting by the cafe window, Willow watched as passersby strolled along the corridor of the Grand Bazaar, her eyes searching for a familiar face to appear any moment.
She picked up the spoon and stirred the strong, dark drink in its tiny cup and thought of several ways to greet her old friend and lover-"Hi Oz, thanks for saving my life last night", "Oz! What are you doing in Istanbul??", and "How did you know where to find me?".
Her thoughts were interrupted by a tiny cough and looking up to find a short, weary man with tiny scars the same color as his hair marring a still youthful (though older, as they all were now) face, she found that all she needed to say was, "Hello".
Originally posted here.
Prompt from killing-kurare: Any, Any, You must have made some kind of mistake // I asked for death, but instead I'm awake (Buffy Summers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
She wished she could remember what Heaven was like but all that would come to her mortal mind were brief flashes of light and nothing else. Buffy hadn't been there long, just a few months according to Spike, but in that brief time she knew it was far better to be there than return to the world of the living even though her friends and family were still here.
As she stood looking at the stone where her name and epitaph were carved in remembrance, she thought bitterly of that old saying about how doing good deeds would invariably lead to better and harder ones and wondered if the Gods were playing a cruel trick on her by allowing her to die and coming back a second time.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from lizzie-marie-23: Any, Death, the weight of a soul (Caspian, The Chronicles of Narnia)
Caspian gazed upon his son's face and tried to touch it but he felt so tired, as if his soul was a large boulder trapped inside his frail body, unable to rise and escape its mortal prison.
As his vision of Rilian and the world dimmed, he thought of the old Telmarine stories about Death-an elderly and ugly woman dressed in long, dark robes-and hoped he would be brave enough to face her as his time in Narnia drew ever closer to an end.
When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to find not the woman of folklore but a familiar Lion, a young boy he had not seen in decades and a girl he never met before and feeling light as a feather, Caspian laughed and ran up to embrace them all.
Originally posted here.
Crosspost: http://autumnia.dreamwidth.org/35727.html