[Fic] Writing Meme ii
1.) Turn your iTunes (or whatever music player you use) and set it to shuffle
2.) For each of the first ten songs that plays, write the first thing that comes to mind.
3.) When the song switches over, you have to start writing something new.
4.) Post the resulting drabble-y bits in your journal, with the titles of each song you ended up using.
5.) Tag three people to do the same!
Tagging rudy_flamthrowa . Everyone else is free to choose. ♥
[1]
Dare You to Move [Switchfoot]
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
He doesn't know how he got here. Doesn't know why the sky is orangegoldpink with oncoming sunset, or when he threw his legs over the edge of the clock tower, letting them dangle so far above the ground.
Roxas thinks that he might remember falling.
He thinks that he might remember a man, a man with fire red hair and green eyes- pale skin, like he hasn't seen sun in years. There's a name that goes with that face, a name that maybe if he strains he can remember- but no, it eludes him.
Too tall buildings and poison rain, living shadows and a voice- "That's not true-". He can't make out the rest of the words, thinks it's because he's walked away, just maybe. There are pale hands on his hips and a tongue licking up his chest and his chest feels too empty, but somewhere, somewhere, his heart turns over.
He wakes up with a name on his lips that he doesn't remember, the realization that it's the first real dream he's had in over a week clinging to the back of his skull.
Day 6.
Sora.
[2]
Cathedral [Thomas Newman]
There's a world in the back of the wardrobe, Sora says, a grin on his face and half melted snow tucked into the collar of his coat.
It's not snowing outside. It's summer.
Show me, he says.
.
There's a witch, says the Beaver. He looks like fire but keeps our world covered in ice.
Roxas thinks, witch, witch, burn the witch.
.
Why do they call you the White Witch? he asks.
The witch laughs and his breath sizzles in the air, fire, fire, fire. Burning him will do no good. He leans close, as if sharing a secret.
I think, the witch says, breath ghosting liquid hot over the curve of Roxas' ear, that the real question is, what did I do with her.
.
Winter melts and Roxas soars.
The witch's name is Axel.
[3]
The Devil's Ball [The World]
"Sebastian," he purrs- curls his fingers. Almost beckoning.
His Butler comes.
Ciel grins, wicked and wide, and thinks I learned from the best as he catches the reflection of his own eyes in Sebastian's slitted pupils, sees the flash of red and wonders where his heart went. He leans close- presses too hard against his butler's chest and hears ribs crack and splinter. Sebastian gives the faintest, halting gasp.
He leans close, presses cool lips against the curve of his butler's cheek in a pantomime of a kiss, whispers- "Dear Sebastian, won't you show me your world?"
Sebastian hasn't the breath to form a response.
Ciel grins.
[4]
One Day I'll Win [Kamelot]
The boy is relentless. Each time he is smacked down, he pursues. Every bolt of lightning that singes the tips of his tunic is another arrow notched, another fired. Another that he has to dodge.
An arrow fits itself between his ribs and Ganondorf gasps, chokes on blood and bile- feels something rip inside. The stone beneath him is cold when he slumps to his knees, cold, cold, cold and the Hero is staggering closer, eyes like blue fire and the sword of Evil's Bane clenched tight in fragile hands. He looks wary as he approaches, and really, he should be. They've danced this game so many times before, by now he should know to expect tricks.
He wonders if Link remembers. Perhaps the boy is so relentless because he truly remembers the centuries of fighting- if maybe he knows the pain of waking up in a new body just as well as Ganon himself does. If perhaps that has driven him into despair as well.
The stone is cold under his cheek and he is so tired, but this script isn't quite through.
Around them, the castle quakes.
One day.
[5]
Always [Saliva]
He wakes up with the taste of Mello's pistol heavy on his tongue, the weight cool, the metal slick. Thinks, shit-
Mello's trembling above him, one finger on the trigger and he's laughing. The room is awash with the scent of stale cigarettes and funions, air hot and humid from all the electronics whirring in the dark and Matt thinks that beyond all that, he can smell vodka.
"I should do it, you know," Mello breathes against his lips, quiet and scared. "I should do it. I really should."
He cocks the gun. Pushes the barrel further and Matt gags, tears springing to his eyes and tries to shake his head as frantically as possible without setting off the fucking gun that's shoved down his throat. No no no, Mello, not like this.
Mello's thighs quiver and for the first time, Matt notices that Mello is straddling him.
"I should," he insists, shoves deeper until the gun bumps against the back of Matt's throat, scrapes there uncomfortably.
Matt chokes again, scrabbles at Mello's hands on his wrists, thrashes, because-
"He can't have you," Mello sobs, tone sincere and terrified and Matt knows that it doesn't matter what the outcome of this is. Mello's still going to regret it in the morning.
[6]
Karma Slave [Splashdown]
There isn't much that he remembers about his life. There had been flames and darkness and cool blue eyes, but mostly? That had been it. His world is narrowed down to the most insignificant of pinpricks, and really, being dead isn't all too terrible. He's the King of his own world, can rule it how he sees fit and pretend that there isn't some part of him at the very back of his head insisting that everything is a lie.
.
The silk caresses his hand like a lover, and he curls his hands deeper into Jericho's mane, listens to the great beast's purr of pleasure and watches the sun set. A flick of his hand and the sun flashes blue-green, the earth red-red-red and the grass a pleasant shade of violet. He looks at his handiwork, and says softly, "Let there be light."
And so there was.
Roxas is beautiful.
And so he looked upon the light, and saw that it was good.
[7]
The Same Boy Youve Always Known [The White Stripes]
"What was it like?" Sora wonders. Chews an apple and Roxas feels their jaw moving.
Roxas thinks of falling; of fake, coded worlds and fake, coded friends. He thinks of Axel, and hears He made me feel like I had a heart. Thinks of the sky and clovers crushed beneath his back and a thousand worlds they could have hidden in.
He's quiet, smells smoke and fire and charred leather, hears, Let's meet again, in the next life- says,
"It felt like burning."
[8]
911 [Gorillaz]
The boy cocks his head, whispers, “Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.”
Data streams and code and Follow the White Rabbit, follow, follow, follow; red pill or blue- one makes you tall, one makes you small- computer screens and hacked software and a life that was never his, a boy that was never real and yes, it spreads out before him, the Matrix and he thinks shit, Roxas would love this.
Axel bends the fucking spoon. The Oracle doesn't know shit.
[9]
Powerpuff Girls Theme
IDEK.
Komui tells them that they were born from sugar, spice, and everything nice. He also mournfully sighs about how they were supposed to be precious, little girls.
Kanda scowls as Lavi reaches over, starts braiding his long hair. The redhead looks absolutely hideous in pink. On the floor, Allen is pretending he can talk to a stuffed bunny. Komui just beams.
"You are not calling me Buttercup," he hisses, hitches his skirts around his thighs and steps over Allen.
[10]
Zero [Yeah Yeah Yeahs]
"What's your name, fairy boy?" the ranch girl asks. He answers, tells her it's Link but really, he doesn't know.
No one's asked him that before.
A shadow begins to fester in his heart and he thinks, panicked, What is my name?
There's a phantom in his head, shocking and dark and sinister. It hisses, sing-songs playfully, You're a zero.
He doesn't know.
2.) For each of the first ten songs that plays, write the first thing that comes to mind.
3.) When the song switches over, you have to start writing something new.
4.) Post the resulting drabble-y bits in your journal, with the titles of each song you ended up using.
5.) Tag three people to do the same!
Tagging rudy_flamthrowa . Everyone else is free to choose. ♥
[1]
Dare You to Move [Switchfoot]
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
He doesn't know how he got here. Doesn't know why the sky is orangegoldpink with oncoming sunset, or when he threw his legs over the edge of the clock tower, letting them dangle so far above the ground.
Roxas thinks that he might remember falling.
He thinks that he might remember a man, a man with fire red hair and green eyes- pale skin, like he hasn't seen sun in years. There's a name that goes with that face, a name that maybe if he strains he can remember- but no, it eludes him.
Too tall buildings and poison rain, living shadows and a voice- "That's not true-". He can't make out the rest of the words, thinks it's because he's walked away, just maybe. There are pale hands on his hips and a tongue licking up his chest and his chest feels too empty, but somewhere, somewhere, his heart turns over.
He wakes up with a name on his lips that he doesn't remember, the realization that it's the first real dream he's had in over a week clinging to the back of his skull.
Day 6.
Sora.
[2]
Cathedral [Thomas Newman]
There's a world in the back of the wardrobe, Sora says, a grin on his face and half melted snow tucked into the collar of his coat.
It's not snowing outside. It's summer.
Show me, he says.
.
There's a witch, says the Beaver. He looks like fire but keeps our world covered in ice.
Roxas thinks, witch, witch, burn the witch.
.
Why do they call you the White Witch? he asks.
The witch laughs and his breath sizzles in the air, fire, fire, fire. Burning him will do no good. He leans close, as if sharing a secret.
I think, the witch says, breath ghosting liquid hot over the curve of Roxas' ear, that the real question is, what did I do with her.
.
Winter melts and Roxas soars.
The witch's name is Axel.
[3]
The Devil's Ball [The World]
"Sebastian," he purrs- curls his fingers. Almost beckoning.
His Butler comes.
Ciel grins, wicked and wide, and thinks I learned from the best as he catches the reflection of his own eyes in Sebastian's slitted pupils, sees the flash of red and wonders where his heart went. He leans close- presses too hard against his butler's chest and hears ribs crack and splinter. Sebastian gives the faintest, halting gasp.
He leans close, presses cool lips against the curve of his butler's cheek in a pantomime of a kiss, whispers- "Dear Sebastian, won't you show me your world?"
Sebastian hasn't the breath to form a response.
Ciel grins.
[4]
One Day I'll Win [Kamelot]
The boy is relentless. Each time he is smacked down, he pursues. Every bolt of lightning that singes the tips of his tunic is another arrow notched, another fired. Another that he has to dodge.
An arrow fits itself between his ribs and Ganondorf gasps, chokes on blood and bile- feels something rip inside. The stone beneath him is cold when he slumps to his knees, cold, cold, cold and the Hero is staggering closer, eyes like blue fire and the sword of Evil's Bane clenched tight in fragile hands. He looks wary as he approaches, and really, he should be. They've danced this game so many times before, by now he should know to expect tricks.
He wonders if Link remembers. Perhaps the boy is so relentless because he truly remembers the centuries of fighting- if maybe he knows the pain of waking up in a new body just as well as Ganon himself does. If perhaps that has driven him into despair as well.
The stone is cold under his cheek and he is so tired, but this script isn't quite through.
Around them, the castle quakes.
One day.
[5]
Always [Saliva]
He wakes up with the taste of Mello's pistol heavy on his tongue, the weight cool, the metal slick. Thinks, shit-
Mello's trembling above him, one finger on the trigger and he's laughing. The room is awash with the scent of stale cigarettes and funions, air hot and humid from all the electronics whirring in the dark and Matt thinks that beyond all that, he can smell vodka.
"I should do it, you know," Mello breathes against his lips, quiet and scared. "I should do it. I really should."
He cocks the gun. Pushes the barrel further and Matt gags, tears springing to his eyes and tries to shake his head as frantically as possible without setting off the fucking gun that's shoved down his throat. No no no, Mello, not like this.
Mello's thighs quiver and for the first time, Matt notices that Mello is straddling him.
"I should," he insists, shoves deeper until the gun bumps against the back of Matt's throat, scrapes there uncomfortably.
Matt chokes again, scrabbles at Mello's hands on his wrists, thrashes, because-
"He can't have you," Mello sobs, tone sincere and terrified and Matt knows that it doesn't matter what the outcome of this is. Mello's still going to regret it in the morning.
[6]
Karma Slave [Splashdown]
There isn't much that he remembers about his life. There had been flames and darkness and cool blue eyes, but mostly? That had been it. His world is narrowed down to the most insignificant of pinpricks, and really, being dead isn't all too terrible. He's the King of his own world, can rule it how he sees fit and pretend that there isn't some part of him at the very back of his head insisting that everything is a lie.
.
The silk caresses his hand like a lover, and he curls his hands deeper into Jericho's mane, listens to the great beast's purr of pleasure and watches the sun set. A flick of his hand and the sun flashes blue-green, the earth red-red-red and the grass a pleasant shade of violet. He looks at his handiwork, and says softly, "Let there be light."
And so there was.
Roxas is beautiful.
And so he looked upon the light, and saw that it was good.
[7]
The Same Boy Youve Always Known [The White Stripes]
"What was it like?" Sora wonders. Chews an apple and Roxas feels their jaw moving.
Roxas thinks of falling; of fake, coded worlds and fake, coded friends. He thinks of Axel, and hears He made me feel like I had a heart. Thinks of the sky and clovers crushed beneath his back and a thousand worlds they could have hidden in.
He's quiet, smells smoke and fire and charred leather, hears, Let's meet again, in the next life- says,
"It felt like burning."
[8]
911 [Gorillaz]
The boy cocks his head, whispers, “Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.”
Data streams and code and Follow the White Rabbit, follow, follow, follow; red pill or blue- one makes you tall, one makes you small- computer screens and hacked software and a life that was never his, a boy that was never real and yes, it spreads out before him, the Matrix and he thinks shit, Roxas would love this.
Axel bends the fucking spoon. The Oracle doesn't know shit.
[9]
Powerpuff Girls Theme
IDEK.
Komui tells them that they were born from sugar, spice, and everything nice. He also mournfully sighs about how they were supposed to be precious, little girls.
Kanda scowls as Lavi reaches over, starts braiding his long hair. The redhead looks absolutely hideous in pink. On the floor, Allen is pretending he can talk to a stuffed bunny. Komui just beams.
"You are not calling me Buttercup," he hisses, hitches his skirts around his thighs and steps over Allen.
[10]
Zero [Yeah Yeah Yeahs]
"What's your name, fairy boy?" the ranch girl asks. He answers, tells her it's Link but really, he doesn't know.
No one's asked him that before.
A shadow begins to fester in his heart and he thinks, panicked, What is my name?
There's a phantom in his head, shocking and dark and sinister. It hisses, sing-songs playfully, You're a zero.
He doesn't know.