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Title: The lake beckons me, welcomes me home (10 ways to live your life)
Fandom: Swan Lake
Prompts: listed before each section
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Summary: She misses the sky.
Stable.
It got to be that they wanted either a stable life or a completely unpredictable one. It had to do with personality.
Sunset.
She watches the sun go down whenever she can. Some of it’s habit, of course. Her life was ruled by the sun for so long that now it’s still important to look at it, to feel it on her face.
But that’s only a part of it, and a small part. Most of it is just to revel in the fact that she has control back. She can look at the sun and not have to worry about changing-one way or the other, it doesn’t matter which.
The sun reminds her that she has more choices that she can make, and she loves that fact.
Something.
Eventually she’ll realize that this is a curse in its own way, too, and that there really isn’t anything different, except now she’s in it alone and there’s no way to fix it.
So what she has to do is find something, anything, to focus on. It’s what they did under the spell, and it’s what she has to do now, even if there isn’t a spell, even if there isn’t a way to break it.
Sacrifice.
There isn’t a day that she doesn’t think of Odette, and remember.
Swan.
She misses the sky. She misses it every day. Once, after everything changed, she thought that urge to fly would dissipate, but it didn’t. If anything, it grew stronger. The others didn’t feel it, perhaps because their ties to the human world had been stronger. She had been an orphan, living on her own until von Rothbart, and she, more than the others, had found that the sky could be a home.
Now, she works at a zoo, among the animals. They say she has a special touch with the birds, but she doesn’t see it. She just watches them, and wishes they could have what she’s lost.
Star.
She was the first woman on Mars. She needed the sky.
Spiral.
Her life tended to spiral around through time.
The thing about a spiral was that it moved, and yet everything repeated.
She could move somewhere, make friends, live, then move again, because she couldn’t stay, she didn’t change, so her surroundings had to change, and keep on changing.
Supernova.
It really was an accidental gunshot, but it shows them all what they’ve been dancing around-there’s no way for them to die. At all.
Serenity.
For forty years, she lived in the Amazon with no one around her and loved it. It was different than anything she’d ever done before and, with the life she’d lived before, she hadn’t had much human contact, anyway. This was just something else.
Story.
The strangest thing was that their life, over the years, had somehow become a story. Somewhere along the way, somehow, it had slipped out.
Actually, that wasn’t the strangest thing. The strangest thing was that, more than once, she danced the part of Odette.
She cried every time.
Fandom: Swan Lake
Prompts: listed before each section
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Summary: She misses the sky.
Stable.
It got to be that they wanted either a stable life or a completely unpredictable one. It had to do with personality.
Sunset.
She watches the sun go down whenever she can. Some of it’s habit, of course. Her life was ruled by the sun for so long that now it’s still important to look at it, to feel it on her face.
But that’s only a part of it, and a small part. Most of it is just to revel in the fact that she has control back. She can look at the sun and not have to worry about changing-one way or the other, it doesn’t matter which.
The sun reminds her that she has more choices that she can make, and she loves that fact.
Something.
Eventually she’ll realize that this is a curse in its own way, too, and that there really isn’t anything different, except now she’s in it alone and there’s no way to fix it.
So what she has to do is find something, anything, to focus on. It’s what they did under the spell, and it’s what she has to do now, even if there isn’t a spell, even if there isn’t a way to break it.
Sacrifice.
There isn’t a day that she doesn’t think of Odette, and remember.
Swan.
She misses the sky. She misses it every day. Once, after everything changed, she thought that urge to fly would dissipate, but it didn’t. If anything, it grew stronger. The others didn’t feel it, perhaps because their ties to the human world had been stronger. She had been an orphan, living on her own until von Rothbart, and she, more than the others, had found that the sky could be a home.
Now, she works at a zoo, among the animals. They say she has a special touch with the birds, but she doesn’t see it. She just watches them, and wishes they could have what she’s lost.
Star.
She was the first woman on Mars. She needed the sky.
Spiral.
Her life tended to spiral around through time.
The thing about a spiral was that it moved, and yet everything repeated.
She could move somewhere, make friends, live, then move again, because she couldn’t stay, she didn’t change, so her surroundings had to change, and keep on changing.
Supernova.
It really was an accidental gunshot, but it shows them all what they’ve been dancing around-there’s no way for them to die. At all.
Serenity.
For forty years, she lived in the Amazon with no one around her and loved it. It was different than anything she’d ever done before and, with the life she’d lived before, she hadn’t had much human contact, anyway. This was just something else.
Story.
The strangest thing was that their life, over the years, had somehow become a story. Somewhere along the way, somehow, it had slipped out.
Actually, that wasn’t the strangest thing. The strangest thing was that, more than once, she danced the part of Odette.
She cried every time.