[Fic] Three Sentence Ficathon fills, part two
More fills! :)
All prompts drawn from the current iteration of the Three Sentence Ficathon, hosted by the wonderful
rthstewart. Come join the fun!
Content Note: FYI, any Magnus Archives fill has a very high chance of containing body horror and/or other potentially upsetting content. The canon is a horror podcast, after all. *wry*
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7. For
sideways: Any, any, "tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine", written 2/2/20
Gray Sky Morning (250 words)
Fandom = Chronicles of Narnia. Also this is six sentences, because reasons.
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"There was a war in our homeland, so terrible and great that entire cities were destroyed by weapons hurled from the skies like thunderbolts," Susan said as she leaned against the parapet and watched the gray Eastern Sea; in the corner of her vision, Rabadash shifted as if thinking better of asking a question, and when he stilled she continued: "Our parents sent us away to keep us safe; now we have no way to ever see them, or our childhood homes, again."
"I never knew my mother," Rabadash said, placing one hand beside hers on the parapet, close enough to feel the heat of his body on hers but not quite close enough to brush skin against skin, "and my feelings for my father, may he live forever, are somewhat complicated, but to be torn from home with no keepsake nor painting to help one remember is a fate many brave men would quail to face; your strength, my lady, is as that of the white mountains of the uttermost West, which hold up the vault of the heavens."
His voice was matter-of-fact, as if stating a self-evident truth instead of paying a flowery compliment.
Yes, Susan thought, I could marry him.
But aloud, she said only, "Perhaps I will come to Tashbaan this spring, so that you may show me your home." And turning her hand palm-up, she laced their fingers together: a little knot of warmth against the chill, eastern wind that gusted in from the sea.
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8. For
kalira: Any, Any, blood in the water, written 2/2/20
Aftershocks (125 words)
Fandom = The Magnus Archives
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The shower runs red at first, swirled with ancient rust knocked loose from the pipes, and thick with ooze and scraps the Flesh-creatures left behind as they squeezed their way through the Institute's defenses.
Melanie doesn't notice; the stains in the water blend with the blood on her hands, the dye in her clothes, and the fury swamping her vision until the whole world turns thick and crimson and hot, the thump of water against the tiles like the beating of her heart or the tattoo of a drum.
When the water finally runs clear, and heat gives way to chill, and the rhythmic splashes waver into the irregularity of rain, it takes her far too long to work out why the normality feels wrong.
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9. For
sideways: The Books of the Raksura, Jade/Moon/Chime, protective instincts, written 2/2/20
Indulgences (110 words)
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It's selfish, both because they all have endless responsibilities and because neither Moon nor Chime is fully comfortable in the role of pampered, protective favorite, so Jade doesn't indulge terribly often. But now and then she steals an afternoon, trips her consort and their adorably awkward mutual favorite into a pile of cushions carefully arranged over warming stones, and drapes herself on top of them like an armored living blanket until they stop grumbling and settle in to nap while she keeps watch.
They are hers, and anyone who wants to see them -- let alone touch them, or steal them, or hurt them -- will have to go through her first.
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10. For
kingstoken: Any, Any, Nights Full of Blood, written 2/2/20
The Direct Solution (100 words)
Fandom = The Magnus Archives
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It's a bit ironic, Julia tells Trevor when they're both a little drunk from the chase and the knowledge that another abomination is safely dead, that she and her dad both ended up killers, painting the nights with blood.
The difference is that he was always too blinded by the Dark to pick the right target. If it had been her back then with a lost spouse and a helpless child, knowing what she knows now, she wouldn't have wasted time gathering hearts and building rituals in a shed; she'd have tracked down Rayner and gone straight for his throat.
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11. For
kingstoken: Any, Any, Wolf Mother, written 2/3/20
Choice and Consequence (125 words)
Fandom = Chronicles of Narnia
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Brynnhild joins the White Army for the revolution and conquest, and then moves to the Secret Police, because she wants a better life for her sister's children, wants a Narnia where Wolves aren't shunned, or hated, or pushed out of their home by mobs pretending to polite concern about scurrilous rumors passed in sourceless whispers. Yes, war is harsh and the new Queen's laws are strict, but for the first time in a generation Wolves can walk abroad without having to apologize at every step.
It's only much later, when the ice closes in, when her nieces and nephews grow cruel, when fear still stains other Narnians' eyes, that she thinks to wonder when those rumors started, and who might have benefited from spreading them.
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12. For anonymous: any, any, I don't really love you anymore, written 2/3/20
Too Little, Too Late (75 words)
Fandom = Chronicles of Narnia
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The thing is, you can only pour your heart into someone or something for so long (whether in love or in hatred) without getting something in return; eventually passion gutters cold and all that's left is indifference.
Susan looks at the packet of magic rings salvaged from Edmund's pockets, glittering with the promise of vengeance, reconciliation, or perhaps both sequentially, and sighs.
"I'm done with that," she tells them, and moves on with her life.
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And now back to dinner. :)
If you want to comment on this post, you can do so over here on Dreamwidth, where there are currently (
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All prompts drawn from the current iteration of the Three Sentence Ficathon, hosted by the wonderful
rthstewart. Come join the fun!
Content Note: FYI, any Magnus Archives fill has a very high chance of containing body horror and/or other potentially upsetting content. The canon is a horror podcast, after all. *wry*
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7. For
sideways: Any, any, "tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine", written 2/2/20
Gray Sky Morning (250 words)
Fandom = Chronicles of Narnia. Also this is six sentences, because reasons.
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"There was a war in our homeland, so terrible and great that entire cities were destroyed by weapons hurled from the skies like thunderbolts," Susan said as she leaned against the parapet and watched the gray Eastern Sea; in the corner of her vision, Rabadash shifted as if thinking better of asking a question, and when he stilled she continued: "Our parents sent us away to keep us safe; now we have no way to ever see them, or our childhood homes, again."
"I never knew my mother," Rabadash said, placing one hand beside hers on the parapet, close enough to feel the heat of his body on hers but not quite close enough to brush skin against skin, "and my feelings for my father, may he live forever, are somewhat complicated, but to be torn from home with no keepsake nor painting to help one remember is a fate many brave men would quail to face; your strength, my lady, is as that of the white mountains of the uttermost West, which hold up the vault of the heavens."
His voice was matter-of-fact, as if stating a self-evident truth instead of paying a flowery compliment.
Yes, Susan thought, I could marry him.
But aloud, she said only, "Perhaps I will come to Tashbaan this spring, so that you may show me your home." And turning her hand palm-up, she laced their fingers together: a little knot of warmth against the chill, eastern wind that gusted in from the sea.
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8. For
kalira: Any, Any, blood in the water, written 2/2/20
Aftershocks (125 words)
Fandom = The Magnus Archives
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The shower runs red at first, swirled with ancient rust knocked loose from the pipes, and thick with ooze and scraps the Flesh-creatures left behind as they squeezed their way through the Institute's defenses.
Melanie doesn't notice; the stains in the water blend with the blood on her hands, the dye in her clothes, and the fury swamping her vision until the whole world turns thick and crimson and hot, the thump of water against the tiles like the beating of her heart or the tattoo of a drum.
When the water finally runs clear, and heat gives way to chill, and the rhythmic splashes waver into the irregularity of rain, it takes her far too long to work out why the normality feels wrong.
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9. For
sideways: The Books of the Raksura, Jade/Moon/Chime, protective instincts, written 2/2/20
Indulgences (110 words)
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It's selfish, both because they all have endless responsibilities and because neither Moon nor Chime is fully comfortable in the role of pampered, protective favorite, so Jade doesn't indulge terribly often. But now and then she steals an afternoon, trips her consort and their adorably awkward mutual favorite into a pile of cushions carefully arranged over warming stones, and drapes herself on top of them like an armored living blanket until they stop grumbling and settle in to nap while she keeps watch.
They are hers, and anyone who wants to see them -- let alone touch them, or steal them, or hurt them -- will have to go through her first.
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10. For
kingstoken: Any, Any, Nights Full of Blood, written 2/2/20
The Direct Solution (100 words)
Fandom = The Magnus Archives
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It's a bit ironic, Julia tells Trevor when they're both a little drunk from the chase and the knowledge that another abomination is safely dead, that she and her dad both ended up killers, painting the nights with blood.
The difference is that he was always too blinded by the Dark to pick the right target. If it had been her back then with a lost spouse and a helpless child, knowing what she knows now, she wouldn't have wasted time gathering hearts and building rituals in a shed; she'd have tracked down Rayner and gone straight for his throat.
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11. For
kingstoken: Any, Any, Wolf Mother, written 2/3/20
Choice and Consequence (125 words)
Fandom = Chronicles of Narnia
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Brynnhild joins the White Army for the revolution and conquest, and then moves to the Secret Police, because she wants a better life for her sister's children, wants a Narnia where Wolves aren't shunned, or hated, or pushed out of their home by mobs pretending to polite concern about scurrilous rumors passed in sourceless whispers. Yes, war is harsh and the new Queen's laws are strict, but for the first time in a generation Wolves can walk abroad without having to apologize at every step.
It's only much later, when the ice closes in, when her nieces and nephews grow cruel, when fear still stains other Narnians' eyes, that she thinks to wonder when those rumors started, and who might have benefited from spreading them.
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12. For anonymous: any, any, I don't really love you anymore, written 2/3/20
Too Little, Too Late (75 words)
Fandom = Chronicles of Narnia
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The thing is, you can only pour your heart into someone or something for so long (whether in love or in hatred) without getting something in return; eventually passion gutters cold and all that's left is indifference.
Susan looks at the packet of magic rings salvaged from Edmund's pockets, glittering with the promise of vengeance, reconciliation, or perhaps both sequentially, and sighs.
"I'm done with that," she tells them, and moves on with her life.
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And now back to dinner. :)
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