TWILIGHT UNCANON DRABBLE-A-THON

May 17, 2008 18:11

LET'S DO THIS.

(This idea, by the way, was shamelessly stolen from fated_addiction and her epic RPF post of win.)

So, let's get straight to the point.

Comment to this entry with a drabble.

Here's the catch: it has to be centered around a non-canon ship (like Alice/Edward, for instance), which is a relationship that could never, ever happen in the books ( Read more... )

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strangers in the wind - jacob/leah - g. bluesunsets May 18 2008, 06:16:25 UTC
Leah fiddles with sticks as she walks along the beach, sand itching at her toes and the leaves fall from the small branches she finds half-buried like hidden treasure between the tiny grains.

She glances up; another itch she can’t seem to scratch, no matter how long the stick she grabs to rub down her back when covered in fur. Black’s wallowing, drowning in his own river of tears as he’s sitting along the shoreline, knees pulled to his chest and calmness crashes over her like the waves that break the mornings of the days.

The sun starts to set; romance picks up in the air and Leah tosses a thin stick from her collection away as she sloppily makes her way towards the shadow of a stranger.

She plops down, “Hey loser,” the wind tosses her hair about, his is cut and little stones sit by his feet.

His eyebrows furrow together, a twitch of his lip, and he sighs. “You’re getting soft,” caresses the wind, sand grains fall against her bare legs and the small waves crash as the day starts to fade.

She shrugs, the wind lifts her shoulders and the twigs dance between her fingers, leaving little dots on the sand, “I know.”

Jake offers a tilt of his mouth she refuses to see; she starts drawing in the sand as if she’s ten again. Oranges and pinks tint the ocean and Jake’s warm hand paints her own.

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Re: strangers in the wind - jacob/leah - g. kaiwynn May 18 2008, 06:36:27 UTC
i'm in love with this drabble -- really, i am. the two of them together, jacob and leah, they've been through so much of the same thing. i feel so bad for them!

i love this line:

His eyebrows furrow together, a twitch of his lip, and he sighs. “You’re getting soft,” caresses the wind, sand grains fall against her bare legs and the small waves crash as the day starts to fade.

and the last line kills me, too.

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