Prompt Me
I badly need to write something different that's not a WIP, so if you all could do me a favor and leave me prompts that would be great.
- ANY fandom that you know I write.
- Leave me a pairing/character(s), and a prompt word, song lyric, phrase, or picture.
- You may leave up to 3.
- I'm not guaranteeing I finish all of these, but I am going to try ( Read more... )
- ANY fandom that you know I write.
- Leave me a pairing/character(s), and a prompt word, song lyric, phrase, or picture.
- You may leave up to 3.
- I'm not guaranteeing I finish all of these, but I am going to try ( Read more... )
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“What the hell are you doing standing on a vent?”
It breaks the moment. Her shoulders stiffen and her eyes flutter open, and it’s not so much that she remembers where she is as she remembers when she is.
A second ago, she could’ve sworn that the rush of air that blew her hair up around her, a half-formed halo, was the same air that made her smile despite herself, maybe even laugh, believing for that brief stretch of time that everything would be all right. She could go back to a time before she stood in the same spot, listening as Izzie told her she was dying, or even later as she stood there and waited for the sound of flat-lining heart monitors to stop ringing in her ears.
She could go back to a time before now, when she hasn’t been in this room for over a year and the man who pulled her in here in the first place is long gone.
Like all the others, the moment was fleeting and now it’s gone, and she breathes, deep and steadying, before she turns to look at him.
“Old habits,” and she’d say more but another puff of air comes up, surrounds her, and the words don’t quite make it past her tongue.
(“It’s the vent, it clears your head. You feel better right?”
And she had. Temporarily. But everything that goes up must come down, it’s a law, gravity and all that, and she’d always been fond of practicality and science.
So it had been: “I need to clear my head; I need to get out of here,” and the evening breeze had chilled her skin as she watched him walk off towards the parking lot.)
He shoves his hands in the pockets of his lab coat, studies her with a gaze that makes her uncomfortable, and she steps one foot off the vent. She’s not quite ready to move the other one. Yet. “Is this going to be one of those things you don’t want to talk about?”
It’s not a shot at her. He has no room to make shots at her. Things with them are slow, tentative at best. There are days when she wonders if they’ll really ever get any better than that.
“Maybe.” Another burst. She shuts her eyes tight against it. He’s still there when she opens them again. She forgets to expect that too. “And maybe it doesn’t matter.”
The frown he gives is his only reaction, one rooted in concern, and she despises the space between them, the ten feet that feels a lot like miles, but more than that she despises her inability to keep from getting caught up in this, in relationships for that matter. She doesn’t want to get hurt again, she doesn’t want to get her heart broken again, because he chipped away pieces of her when he left, so did Owen, and those are parts of her that are lost, unrecoverable.
But she can’t stay away from him. Not for long. She can’t and she never could, and Cristina doesn’t believe in things like fate or higher powers, but she does believe in things like chemistry and being drawn to certain people, whether rational or not.
She’s drawn to him.
So she steps off the vent. Slow, not at all gracefully either, but she does it, and that’s what matters. That’s what counts here.
Burke reaches for her hand when she’s close enough, but drops his own to fall against his side when she doesn’t take it, the kind of contact she was never fully comfortable with anyway, and he holds the door open for her as she steps out.
When it closes, the muted groan of hinges, a final click, she still feels like she’s losing pieces of something.
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Seriously, I'm like, copy/paste, save it somewhere on my email because I will read this over and over again.
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That said, I am seriously glad that you liked this! I will probably/possibly be writing another one of those prompts later as well.
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And we are perfectionists. Like whoa.
Still. It was amazing. You should post it to ga_fanfic.
And I can't believe that's only the second time you've written Burke. You have him down. The hardest part of grasping Burke/Cristina is not in what they say, it's in what they don't say. They're all actions and very little dialogue. The dialogue gets tricky sometimes- keeping it in character.
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I will tomorrow. I'm going to do a few more of these, put them in one big post and link them up to ga_fanfic.
Dialogue is really tricky. Cristina...is easier, but I haven't seen Burke in over a year. Literally, I haven't even watched the eps I have with him on DVD in that long. So it was interesting trying to figure out things like speech patterns and actions. Which is why this is Cristina's POV lol.
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