Friday Fic
Today's been quiet and not too bad after I had trouble getting to sleep last night due to a fic keeping me up, but its getting near to be ready to post.
In the meantime I'm going to post my FridayFic so I don't lose track of them. I kind of wrote a lot more than I realized today, wow so I'm cutting it to not take over any flists.
For @tauntingdragons
Charles - It sounds like thunder.
In the dark of a thunderstorm, he heard metal twist and woke up searching for Erik's touch, but it was only a lightning rod.
For @zellyb
Tom/Jane: mirror mirror
She tugged at his neckcloth that wasn't sitting right until he touched her hand, "Jane." "I will not give him any cause to fault me.
Charles/Erik: glass ceilings
"They won't let you speak." "Hank's well suited for it." "So you wait and listen, what a waste of you, Charles." "Its a way in, Erik."
Sam/Kait: holiday makers
They weren't good at not doing anything. She kept getting up to watch the coast as he doodled plans on napkins, but no one said must
William: swords vs guns
Cavalry rode with swords, not seeing who they trod down on as rifles protected homes from the wild around them. They both drew blood.
Charles: best and worst students.
Jean understood before he finished speaking, she knew so much. Alex grew angry and restless, he knew how but didn't trust he could.
Dem: the distant future
The world kept changing, mortals reached up and out, looking for new land. Spaceships instead of ships as they searched for growth.
Charles/Jess: yellow
She was always bright, her thoughts, her voice, her clothing, today it was a yellow skirt that twirled as they danced to the jukebox.
For @laharcourt
Tumnus-forgiveness
He couldn't look at him, not easily, not until a night when the moon rose and he said, "She pulled us down but we're free of her
William and Jack Twist: rodeo
Rodeos had gotten bigger and shinier than William remembered, but he felt like he belonged here. Just another cowboy at the show.
For @thisisyourfault
Sameth, building the road to freedom.
He found forgotten roads by listening to the Charter and restored them so that the ways between were open as they should be.
Tumnus & Caspian, bonds that tie
The trust of four siblings who saw them and knew, together we can rebuild Narnia. A castle by the sea and light in the wood.
Jane&Tom, some decisions are difficult, some are simple
Love is simple, he completes her. Life is complex with responsibilities, musts and shoulds, what a proper life looks like.
For @bjornwylde
Will-I missed on purpose
His staff hit the tree with a thump and John watched him, he didn't trust Will's smirks. When the nest hit his head, he sighed.
Moist-rookie
His first alias was too close to his own and his suit was sloppy which got him noticed. Though his pitch was spot on and worked.
Charles-It's too late
When next they met, it was for chess in Central Park, two men with coffee who talked of strategies and neither said come with me.
For @afullmargin
characters of your choice: learning became William
His brother taught him quiet strength, his mother how to love and his father taught him to not go down until its on your terms.
For @wanderlustlover
Charles - all the wonder
The mansion was full, he kept surprising students who were exploring and pointed out short cuts. They called him professor.
Sameth - building blocks
The Charter warmed him as he sat on the Wall, his blood mixing with the stone as he rewove the pattern with his own skills.
Tumnus - joy
Birdsong twisted with flutes as hooves and feet awakened the earth, Lucy held his hand tightly and laughed, Spring had come.
Jane - where the words go
Her words are given wings by printers who put them in place, ridges on a page that dare to capture a few truths and lovers.
Will - what I wouldn't give up
The bustle of the marketplace, where Nottingham lives and the quiet of Sherwood, he knows where to hide and to be, its home.
For @minkhollow42
Charles and Red, unearthing things hidden.
What if I hurt you?" "You won't. Trust your control and mine." She breathed in his calm, squeezed his hand as the wolf rose.
Edit for one last one
For @miz_missy
William, The Dance
Writers who don't really know call gunfighting a dance. It's not, it's a fight with no real rules and the only true end is blood.
This entry is also posted at http://ceitfianna.dreamwidth.org/339586.html. Please comment wherever you'd like.
In the meantime I'm going to post my FridayFic so I don't lose track of them. I kind of wrote a lot more than I realized today, wow so I'm cutting it to not take over any flists.
For @tauntingdragons
Charles - It sounds like thunder.
In the dark of a thunderstorm, he heard metal twist and woke up searching for Erik's touch, but it was only a lightning rod.
For @zellyb
Tom/Jane: mirror mirror
She tugged at his neckcloth that wasn't sitting right until he touched her hand, "Jane." "I will not give him any cause to fault me.
Charles/Erik: glass ceilings
"They won't let you speak." "Hank's well suited for it." "So you wait and listen, what a waste of you, Charles." "Its a way in, Erik."
Sam/Kait: holiday makers
They weren't good at not doing anything. She kept getting up to watch the coast as he doodled plans on napkins, but no one said must
William: swords vs guns
Cavalry rode with swords, not seeing who they trod down on as rifles protected homes from the wild around them. They both drew blood.
Charles: best and worst students.
Jean understood before he finished speaking, she knew so much. Alex grew angry and restless, he knew how but didn't trust he could.
Dem: the distant future
The world kept changing, mortals reached up and out, looking for new land. Spaceships instead of ships as they searched for growth.
Charles/Jess: yellow
She was always bright, her thoughts, her voice, her clothing, today it was a yellow skirt that twirled as they danced to the jukebox.
For @laharcourt
Tumnus-forgiveness
He couldn't look at him, not easily, not until a night when the moon rose and he said, "She pulled us down but we're free of her
William and Jack Twist: rodeo
Rodeos had gotten bigger and shinier than William remembered, but he felt like he belonged here. Just another cowboy at the show.
For @thisisyourfault
Sameth, building the road to freedom.
He found forgotten roads by listening to the Charter and restored them so that the ways between were open as they should be.
Tumnus & Caspian, bonds that tie
The trust of four siblings who saw them and knew, together we can rebuild Narnia. A castle by the sea and light in the wood.
Jane&Tom, some decisions are difficult, some are simple
Love is simple, he completes her. Life is complex with responsibilities, musts and shoulds, what a proper life looks like.
For @bjornwylde
Will-I missed on purpose
His staff hit the tree with a thump and John watched him, he didn't trust Will's smirks. When the nest hit his head, he sighed.
Moist-rookie
His first alias was too close to his own and his suit was sloppy which got him noticed. Though his pitch was spot on and worked.
Charles-It's too late
When next they met, it was for chess in Central Park, two men with coffee who talked of strategies and neither said come with me.
For @afullmargin
characters of your choice: learning became William
His brother taught him quiet strength, his mother how to love and his father taught him to not go down until its on your terms.
For @wanderlustlover
Charles - all the wonder
The mansion was full, he kept surprising students who were exploring and pointed out short cuts. They called him professor.
Sameth - building blocks
The Charter warmed him as he sat on the Wall, his blood mixing with the stone as he rewove the pattern with his own skills.
Tumnus - joy
Birdsong twisted with flutes as hooves and feet awakened the earth, Lucy held his hand tightly and laughed, Spring had come.
Jane - where the words go
Her words are given wings by printers who put them in place, ridges on a page that dare to capture a few truths and lovers.
Will - what I wouldn't give up
The bustle of the marketplace, where Nottingham lives and the quiet of Sherwood, he knows where to hide and to be, its home.
For @minkhollow42
Charles and Red, unearthing things hidden.
What if I hurt you?" "You won't. Trust your control and mine." She breathed in his calm, squeezed his hand as the wolf rose.
Edit for one last one
For @miz_missy
William, The Dance
Writers who don't really know call gunfighting a dance. It's not, it's a fight with no real rules and the only true end is blood.
This entry is also posted at http://ceitfianna.dreamwidth.org/339586.html. Please comment wherever you'd like.