Fic-a-thon
Supernatural, author's choice, maybe they should just let everything go to hell
His brother is bleeding in his arms, and a creature is screaming above their heads. His father's voice is haunting him, yelling instructions, encouragements, insults, so loud that he can't hear his own thoughts, can't muddle through years of programing to do what HE thinks he should do. Because right now, the choice is between his baby brother, and a bus-full of children.
Chronicles of Narnia, King Frank/Queen Helen, when we were young.
When Helen was a little girl, she used to play princess. The family pets, the squirrels and birds of the back yard, and a stray dog were her subjects. Sometimes she wonders what she knew.
Avatar, Katara, phases of the moon
When the moon is full her eyes are wide awake, fingers twitching against her blanket as her mind fills with waterbending forms, tweaking ones she already knows, coming up with new ones, never seen before. She sees Yue above her, and it's as if the moonlight filtering down is full of knowledge pouring into her soul, knowledge she just has to organize and unlock to use.
When the moon is dark, she sleeps long and deep, and dreams of the ocean.
Chronicles of Narnia, Pevensies, by the fire
The fire is banked, embers glowing softly in the darkness as a leopard shifts in the shadows, keeping watch over a young queen who insisted on spending Summer solstice under the stars.
Susan watches from a window in the tower above, her hearth full and crackling with warmth in the cool night, and she wonders if Lucy thought to take a warm enough blanket with her.
Hundreds of miles away, dressed in blood spattered armor, Peter stands before a funeral pyre, reciting prayers for the souls of his dead soldiers as Edmund stokes the flames.
Merlin, Morgana/Gwen, force of habit
When Morgana enters the throne room, Gwen's knees shift with the desire to curtsy, to run up and ask her mistress what she needed, to retreat into the servant's domain - the silent shadows, where they could see everything and be unnoticed. But Gwen is Queen now, and Morgana just "Lady", and it's been years since she was a serving girl. But she'd spent more time as a handmaiden than a queen, and habit's are hard to break.
Narnia, Peter/Susan, children
Susan is calm when Peter rejects another series of suitors for her, never lets her passive face waver, her eyes flicker, or her mouth twitch. But her eyes stray to a mother nursing in the corner of the room and Peter sees. And two weeks later, when her womb weeps red tears for the child she has yet to conceive, it is Peter who holds her, and whispers that yes, someday Aslan will grant her the family she so fiercely wants.
His brother is bleeding in his arms, and a creature is screaming above their heads. His father's voice is haunting him, yelling instructions, encouragements, insults, so loud that he can't hear his own thoughts, can't muddle through years of programing to do what HE thinks he should do. Because right now, the choice is between his baby brother, and a bus-full of children.
Chronicles of Narnia, King Frank/Queen Helen, when we were young.
When Helen was a little girl, she used to play princess. The family pets, the squirrels and birds of the back yard, and a stray dog were her subjects. Sometimes she wonders what she knew.
Avatar, Katara, phases of the moon
When the moon is full her eyes are wide awake, fingers twitching against her blanket as her mind fills with waterbending forms, tweaking ones she already knows, coming up with new ones, never seen before. She sees Yue above her, and it's as if the moonlight filtering down is full of knowledge pouring into her soul, knowledge she just has to organize and unlock to use.
When the moon is dark, she sleeps long and deep, and dreams of the ocean.
Chronicles of Narnia, Pevensies, by the fire
The fire is banked, embers glowing softly in the darkness as a leopard shifts in the shadows, keeping watch over a young queen who insisted on spending Summer solstice under the stars.
Susan watches from a window in the tower above, her hearth full and crackling with warmth in the cool night, and she wonders if Lucy thought to take a warm enough blanket with her.
Hundreds of miles away, dressed in blood spattered armor, Peter stands before a funeral pyre, reciting prayers for the souls of his dead soldiers as Edmund stokes the flames.
Merlin, Morgana/Gwen, force of habit
When Morgana enters the throne room, Gwen's knees shift with the desire to curtsy, to run up and ask her mistress what she needed, to retreat into the servant's domain - the silent shadows, where they could see everything and be unnoticed. But Gwen is Queen now, and Morgana just "Lady", and it's been years since she was a serving girl. But she'd spent more time as a handmaiden than a queen, and habit's are hard to break.
Narnia, Peter/Susan, children
Susan is calm when Peter rejects another series of suitors for her, never lets her passive face waver, her eyes flicker, or her mouth twitch. But her eyes stray to a mother nursing in the corner of the room and Peter sees. And two weeks later, when her womb weeps red tears for the child she has yet to conceive, it is Peter who holds her, and whispers that yes, someday Aslan will grant her the family she so fiercely wants.