Drabble Meme: Kurdy and Smith (Jeremiah)
Still on that drabble meme.
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
~1~
Talking In Code - Margot and the Nuclear So & Sos
Smith doesn’t really say what he means. It kinda takes Kurdy a while to notice this - you take Smith’s words at face value, do what he says, then you miss the real meaning. You miss the why.
It’s about trust, maybe. Cause Kurdy trusts Smith, by now. He’s gotten used to him, a little. And maybe he’d miss Smith if he wasn’t there anymore.
But there are times when Smith is there and he isn’t, all at the same time. Kinda faraway, looking out the window like the skyline won’t let go of his eyes. And when he looks back to Kurdy, he’s more looking through him than at him.
Kurdy gets why, now.
~2~
Change - Tracy Chapman
“What would you do,” says Smith, “if I told you you’d die today?”
Kurdy stops in his tracks. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I just,” and Smith shrugs. “Would you do anything different? Would you keep going exactly the way you are?”
Kurdy raises his eyebrows.
“You know,” says Smith, nervously. “If things were going to get bad, really soon. If you didn’t have much time left. Would you change?”
“Well, yeah,” says Kurdy. “I guess I’d act a little different.” He holds Smith’s gaze.
“Well,” says Smith, “why don’t you?”
~3~
Paloma - Carbon Leaf
The ground shifts alarmingly under Smith’s feet - collapses, dislodged dust and grass and underbrush rolling down the hill almost as fast as Smith is moving up. His breath comes harsh in his chest.
A dodge left, on pure instinct, and a helicopter veers by overhead, blocked by a pine tree.
Smith clutches the message in his hand. They’ll be able to see him, once he gets to the top of the hill - but so will Kurdy, and the rest of the detachment.
And if Kurdy doesn’t get this message -
Smith braces against a tree trunk, flattening himself.
He won’t die today. If only for the dreams of the people he holds dear, he won’t die today.
~4~
another postcard - Barenaked Ladies
The mail system has hardly been up for a week when Kurdy gets the first postcard.
“What the,” and the words trail from his mouth, utterly derailed by the merrily waving chimpanzee on the front. Looks over to the back, and there’s an ominous “#1/365”, signed with an S.
“Jesus Christ,” says Kurdy.
He presses it flat, back in his room, and makes sure not to fold it any more than it’s already been.
~5~
Palm Reader - Third Eye Blind
“We can’t attack yet,” says Smith, out-of-breath.
Kurdy looks up, crosses his arms. “Everyone out,” he snaps, and the tent clears, Markus pausing, for a moment, before slipping outside.
“We can’t do it,” insists Smith, leaning over the map.
“If we don’t,” says Kurdy, slowly, “we’re putting Jeremiah and the others at a whole lot of risk.”
“Trust me,” says Smith.
Kurdy holds his gaze.
“Trust me,” repeats Smith, an edge to his voice.
Kurdy nods, finally. “All right,” he says. “All right.”
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
~1~
Talking In Code - Margot and the Nuclear So & Sos
Smith doesn’t really say what he means. It kinda takes Kurdy a while to notice this - you take Smith’s words at face value, do what he says, then you miss the real meaning. You miss the why.
It’s about trust, maybe. Cause Kurdy trusts Smith, by now. He’s gotten used to him, a little. And maybe he’d miss Smith if he wasn’t there anymore.
But there are times when Smith is there and he isn’t, all at the same time. Kinda faraway, looking out the window like the skyline won’t let go of his eyes. And when he looks back to Kurdy, he’s more looking through him than at him.
Kurdy gets why, now.
~2~
Change - Tracy Chapman
“What would you do,” says Smith, “if I told you you’d die today?”
Kurdy stops in his tracks. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I just,” and Smith shrugs. “Would you do anything different? Would you keep going exactly the way you are?”
Kurdy raises his eyebrows.
“You know,” says Smith, nervously. “If things were going to get bad, really soon. If you didn’t have much time left. Would you change?”
“Well, yeah,” says Kurdy. “I guess I’d act a little different.” He holds Smith’s gaze.
“Well,” says Smith, “why don’t you?”
~3~
Paloma - Carbon Leaf
The ground shifts alarmingly under Smith’s feet - collapses, dislodged dust and grass and underbrush rolling down the hill almost as fast as Smith is moving up. His breath comes harsh in his chest.
A dodge left, on pure instinct, and a helicopter veers by overhead, blocked by a pine tree.
Smith clutches the message in his hand. They’ll be able to see him, once he gets to the top of the hill - but so will Kurdy, and the rest of the detachment.
And if Kurdy doesn’t get this message -
Smith braces against a tree trunk, flattening himself.
He won’t die today. If only for the dreams of the people he holds dear, he won’t die today.
~4~
another postcard - Barenaked Ladies
The mail system has hardly been up for a week when Kurdy gets the first postcard.
“What the,” and the words trail from his mouth, utterly derailed by the merrily waving chimpanzee on the front. Looks over to the back, and there’s an ominous “#1/365”, signed with an S.
“Jesus Christ,” says Kurdy.
He presses it flat, back in his room, and makes sure not to fold it any more than it’s already been.
~5~
Palm Reader - Third Eye Blind
“We can’t attack yet,” says Smith, out-of-breath.
Kurdy looks up, crosses his arms. “Everyone out,” he snaps, and the tent clears, Markus pausing, for a moment, before slipping outside.
“We can’t do it,” insists Smith, leaning over the map.
“If we don’t,” says Kurdy, slowly, “we’re putting Jeremiah and the others at a whole lot of risk.”
“Trust me,” says Smith.
Kurdy holds his gaze.
“Trust me,” repeats Smith, an edge to his voice.
Kurdy nods, finally. “All right,” he says. “All right.”