Just following orders...
1. Put your Winamp/i-Tunes/Windows Media Player on shuffle.
2. Click next for the first challenge.
3. Write a drabble of a pairing that suits the song title.
4. You can only write the drabble until the song ends. When the song stops and changes to next song, you must stop writing and write another drabble that suits the new song.
5. Do this for 6 songs, and good luck
Vengeance is Mine ~ Iced Earth
They’d killed her. Hadn’t even given a warning. She hadn’t had a chance. Single shot. Through the heart.
He’d stared blankly as she fell, panicked when she hit the ground, wept bitterly when she’d gone. Now…Now he was simply angry. At them, at himself, he wasn’t entirely sure.
Something cracked in his mind and he smiled. Finding an ally in the darkness beginning to escape, he reached out, searching, finding the one who had made the shot, and squeezed.
There was a faint scream and then silence.
He continued reaching.
Hakuna Matata ~ Disney’s The Lion King
Robin had never been a child. He wasn’t really shocked. She’d grown up in a convent, been trained as a hunter. It was just…She was so childlike.
He’d started trying to give her a childhood. Or a facsimile of one. He’d bought her music, movies, gelato, whatever caught her eye and made her smile.
It helped. She smiled more. Even laughed now.
An unlikely trio of lion, meerkat, and warthog pranced across the screen and her eyes lit up. He smothered a smile.
Veteran of the Psychic Wars ~ Tarot
It had been a long while since he’d been able to rest. It was wearing on him, he knew. He’d nearly collapsed in relief when they’d met someone who’d offered a temporary shelter. Robin had eyed him worriedly and he’d snapped at her.
She was still watching him, still worried. He didn’t have the energy to snap at her again, simply continued the familiar routine of cleaning his gun, even though he hadn’t needed to fire it in weeks.
“Things are going well,” the small voice came from the bed. “The covens are willing to help us-“ she paused. “And each other.”
He said nothing, but willed his hands to stop shaking.
Reach Out for the Light ~ Avantasia
“Robin is a witch,” he’d said, almost in disbelief. She’d killed, yes, but only to defend. To protect.
Still, orders were orders. He parked in front of the abandoned warehouse.
Something didn’t feel right.
She got out of the car, heading into the building, believing that she was going in to find and capture a witch. Everything was going according to plan. He made to head to his own position, then doubled back, retrieving a rifle and rune bullets before moving into the building, disabling cameras along the way.
Her breath sounded panicked over his earpiece and he called out to her, wondering if she knew, if she’d sensed. She was a bright girl, maybe she would figure it out. Maybe she would run. He could say he’d lost her then.
She didn’t run. She followed his instructions to the letter, moving smoothly through the building.
He raised the rifle, looking through the scope. He could pull the trigger now. But that pillar. No. Too much cover for her. He moved and aimed again.
This wasn’t right. She didn’t deserve this. He adjusted his aim, a warning shot.
There. She had a fighting chance now. If she took it, if she didn’t, it was on her now.
God, he hoped this was right.
World in My Eyes ~ Sonata Arctica
He was wrong in the head. Amon knew that. He accepted, even embraced it. Robin…Robin was light, serenity, gentleness….And very, very much NOT wrong in the head.
So it puzzled him as to why she’d allowed things to progress this way.
He was always the controlling one in their relationship, but she was the one who really had the power. He’d read somewhere that the submissives always were. The dominant could do whatever they wished, but the instant the submissive said no…The game was over.
She never said no, though, and that both worried and exhilarated him.
Curled comfortably against him, skin warm, heart rate finally coming down, Robin finally complained. She complained that she couldn’t understand him sometimes. He replied, smiling, that she definitely did not want to.
Per Te ~ Josh Groban
It hurt. Oh God, it hurt. Amon forced his eyes to stay open, reminding himself for the hundredth time that getting shot was a very bad idea and that he should stop doing it. His chest ached in reminder and he altered his admonishment to include having buildings fall on him.
Robin was flitting around worriedly, hovering over the shoulders of the doctors as they set his leg, bandaged his shoulder, wrapped his torso.
She was blending in with the darkness beginning to edge in on his vision and he turned his head slightly, ignoring the rapidfire rebukes that the doctors gave. He would be fine if he could keep his eyes on her.
He didn’t know exactly how he knew that, but he did. So he kept her in his sight.
Finally, the doctors declared that they had done all they could, the rest was up to him.
Robin swallowed at that, turning weary, watery eyes to him, before finally perching delicately at his side. Her mouth moved silently and he watched her through eyes that were resisting his attempts to keep them open.
‘Please, let him live,’ she was mouthing. Over and over, like a mantra. ‘Please, let him live.’
The pain lessened slightly. He chose to believe it was the morphine cocktail they’d given him.
Her mantra continued and he pushed a whisper past his lips in a language not his own, but hers, “Per te,” he swallowed, then added that to his list of things not to do in the near future. “Vivrò.”
She smiled through tears and he felt the mask come down, lips curving upward slightly.
Damn morphine.
.
In other news. Muse, I put on Marianas Trench so you would LEAVE ME ALONE while I did the radio program, not so you would attack me with ideas again.
No love,
Me.
2. Click next for the first challenge.
3. Write a drabble of a pairing that suits the song title.
4. You can only write the drabble until the song ends. When the song stops and changes to next song, you must stop writing and write another drabble that suits the new song.
5. Do this for 6 songs, and good luck
Vengeance is Mine ~ Iced Earth
They’d killed her. Hadn’t even given a warning. She hadn’t had a chance. Single shot. Through the heart.
He’d stared blankly as she fell, panicked when she hit the ground, wept bitterly when she’d gone. Now…Now he was simply angry. At them, at himself, he wasn’t entirely sure.
Something cracked in his mind and he smiled. Finding an ally in the darkness beginning to escape, he reached out, searching, finding the one who had made the shot, and squeezed.
There was a faint scream and then silence.
He continued reaching.
Hakuna Matata ~ Disney’s The Lion King
Robin had never been a child. He wasn’t really shocked. She’d grown up in a convent, been trained as a hunter. It was just…She was so childlike.
He’d started trying to give her a childhood. Or a facsimile of one. He’d bought her music, movies, gelato, whatever caught her eye and made her smile.
It helped. She smiled more. Even laughed now.
An unlikely trio of lion, meerkat, and warthog pranced across the screen and her eyes lit up. He smothered a smile.
Veteran of the Psychic Wars ~ Tarot
It had been a long while since he’d been able to rest. It was wearing on him, he knew. He’d nearly collapsed in relief when they’d met someone who’d offered a temporary shelter. Robin had eyed him worriedly and he’d snapped at her.
She was still watching him, still worried. He didn’t have the energy to snap at her again, simply continued the familiar routine of cleaning his gun, even though he hadn’t needed to fire it in weeks.
“Things are going well,” the small voice came from the bed. “The covens are willing to help us-“ she paused. “And each other.”
He said nothing, but willed his hands to stop shaking.
Reach Out for the Light ~ Avantasia
“Robin is a witch,” he’d said, almost in disbelief. She’d killed, yes, but only to defend. To protect.
Still, orders were orders. He parked in front of the abandoned warehouse.
Something didn’t feel right.
She got out of the car, heading into the building, believing that she was going in to find and capture a witch. Everything was going according to plan. He made to head to his own position, then doubled back, retrieving a rifle and rune bullets before moving into the building, disabling cameras along the way.
Her breath sounded panicked over his earpiece and he called out to her, wondering if she knew, if she’d sensed. She was a bright girl, maybe she would figure it out. Maybe she would run. He could say he’d lost her then.
She didn’t run. She followed his instructions to the letter, moving smoothly through the building.
He raised the rifle, looking through the scope. He could pull the trigger now. But that pillar. No. Too much cover for her. He moved and aimed again.
This wasn’t right. She didn’t deserve this. He adjusted his aim, a warning shot.
There. She had a fighting chance now. If she took it, if she didn’t, it was on her now.
God, he hoped this was right.
World in My Eyes ~ Sonata Arctica
He was wrong in the head. Amon knew that. He accepted, even embraced it. Robin…Robin was light, serenity, gentleness….And very, very much NOT wrong in the head.
So it puzzled him as to why she’d allowed things to progress this way.
He was always the controlling one in their relationship, but she was the one who really had the power. He’d read somewhere that the submissives always were. The dominant could do whatever they wished, but the instant the submissive said no…The game was over.
She never said no, though, and that both worried and exhilarated him.
Curled comfortably against him, skin warm, heart rate finally coming down, Robin finally complained. She complained that she couldn’t understand him sometimes. He replied, smiling, that she definitely did not want to.
Per Te ~ Josh Groban
It hurt. Oh God, it hurt. Amon forced his eyes to stay open, reminding himself for the hundredth time that getting shot was a very bad idea and that he should stop doing it. His chest ached in reminder and he altered his admonishment to include having buildings fall on him.
Robin was flitting around worriedly, hovering over the shoulders of the doctors as they set his leg, bandaged his shoulder, wrapped his torso.
She was blending in with the darkness beginning to edge in on his vision and he turned his head slightly, ignoring the rapidfire rebukes that the doctors gave. He would be fine if he could keep his eyes on her.
He didn’t know exactly how he knew that, but he did. So he kept her in his sight.
Finally, the doctors declared that they had done all they could, the rest was up to him.
Robin swallowed at that, turning weary, watery eyes to him, before finally perching delicately at his side. Her mouth moved silently and he watched her through eyes that were resisting his attempts to keep them open.
‘Please, let him live,’ she was mouthing. Over and over, like a mantra. ‘Please, let him live.’
The pain lessened slightly. He chose to believe it was the morphine cocktail they’d given him.
Her mantra continued and he pushed a whisper past his lips in a language not his own, but hers, “Per te,” he swallowed, then added that to his list of things not to do in the near future. “Vivrò.”
She smiled through tears and he felt the mask come down, lips curving upward slightly.
Damn morphine.
.
In other news. Muse, I put on Marianas Trench so you would LEAVE ME ALONE while I did the radio program, not so you would attack me with ideas again.
No love,
Me.