Sparks!

[taennyn]

Sparks for the poor?

Wild Roses:
The difference between timely and just in time (Phoebe & a young Ulysse)
a match struck in the dark (Takashi, Rock God days)
Fire-aligned at -40 (somewhere in the Trickwood)
family relationships (somewhere in the Trickwood)
changing assumptions
half-rotted leaves
tall grass
reinterpretation
I eets ur hed (the

Comments

[klgaffney]

reoccurring dreams (yay, hüsker dü's zen arcade on repeat?)

the feelinng of walking into the middle of an argument, even tho nobody's actually saying anything.

a broken instrument.

'a broken instrument' - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Sajal

[taennyn]

"What is that

Re: 'a broken instrument' - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Sajal

[klgaffney]

"but-but-but someone actually made an instrument out of WOOD." heee. that's adorable.

Re: 'a broken instrument' - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Sajal

[taennyn]

I'm pretty sure they had a damn good reason, if that's any consolation? >.>

Re: 'a broken instrument' - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Sajal

[darthneko]

eeeee. awesome.

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[billradish]

Poor balalaika. =(

'reoccurring dreams' - Sibir/Swallow's Tail, Helena

[taennyn]

Her days are filled with fire, crossing brief spaces of freezing cold to slip into someone else's warmth, splash blood in stripes or capture them alive, but her nights are calm, untroubled by nightmares. She sleeps anywhere there's a space, her face not so much peaceful as somewhere else, to those around her.

She dreams of ice, the gentle blue glow of glaciers and the instruments of the vodyanoi's daughters, sleeping in the cold and hearing faraway voices sing.

She does not dream of men.

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[klgaffney]

...neat. the contrast, and the hints the what she might be, in the not-what-she-appears.

Re: 'reoccurring dreams' - Sibir/Swallow's Tail, Helena

[billradish]

*purrs, curls up in the not-human-ness*

'the feeling of walking into the middle of an argument, even tho nobody's actually saying anything'

[taennyn]

(too long for subject; Witches' Horses, Martin, Sinclair, Grammont)

Grammont's stall was completely silent. Ominously silent, he revised, when he got inside and found Sinclair glaring at one of the walls in a meaningful sort of way. Hammers and wrenches meaningful, and Martin wasn't completely prepared to say that the wall wasn't glaring back. There was an interesting sort of breathless quality to the air mix, the kind you got right before electricity arced through air and made lightning.

"Should I leave you two alone?" he inquired after neither of them acknowledged his presence.

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[klgaffney]

...the wall is glaring back! XD i love it.

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[billradish]

I want the context for this so much I could chew on it.