... yeah, screw it.

[taennyn]

I'm burning a ridiculous number of CDs to fill the last order for today, so have some time on my hands.

Spark me, people!

I make no promises as to what you'll get in response. :)

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35 sparks, split as:

Comments

[billradish]

oatmeal

sugar scrubs

the smell of hot metal

"Duck!" (note: not the bird)

elemental

velvet or silk in dark forest green

Alternate Earths - Yasha, "elemental"

[taennyn]

It's hard to fear winter when a piece of it puffs up your hair with his hand as a greeting.

Difficult to worry about the cold when you're three clicks from a beach in the middle of summer--and that's only because you're choosy about which beach to go to.

But sometimes as you're standing suddenly smaller than usual next to Winter, you remember, and remember more why people used to fear it, sacrifice to it, try to lure the sun home a little faster.

You still can't, because you've got toy cars stashed where no one can find them, but you understand why others do.

Re: Alternate Earths - Yasha, "elemental"

[billradish]

yes. <3 Nice.

Re: Alternate Earths - Yasha, "elemental"

[klgaffney]

heee. yeah. makes sense. <3

Nataraj - Rita and Luke, "sugar scrubs"

[taennyn]

One Christmas he sends her a package, wrapped in tissue paper over waxed, that contains a plastic tub full of sugar scrub. It smells of almond cookies and honey, spiced with just a hint of cinnamon--because everything's better with cinnamon--and she uses it before she leaves for the New Year's party.

The compliments she gets over her new perfume are nothing to the way he grins when he first hugs her and gets a whiff.

Re: Nataraj - Rita and Luke, "sugar scrubs"

[billradish]

<3!

Better than strawberries. *solemn*

Deaths - Julian De'Ath and the Morrigan, "velvet or silk in dark forest green"

[taennyn]

The Morrigan was wandering down the street, dressed in what appeared to be a complicated cross between a pelisse and a cloak but was probably rather simpler than it looked, and didn't twitch when Julian wandered out of an alley and fell into step beside her.

"Green's not one of your general colours," she remarked after a block, idly, and the Morrigan did a two-step twirl that belled the pelisse out, showed it lined in a similar colour but an entirely different texture than the brushed, sleek velvet of the outside.

"It's so difficult to resist silk," the Morrigan replied as the pelisse curled her back into its embrace.

Julian breathed a faint chuckle into the night air, and the Morrigan giggled in response.

Re: Deaths - Julian De'Ath and the Morrigan, "velvet or silk in dark forest green"

[billradish]

You just love breaking my brain, don't you.

I love Morrigan's glee at the silk, though.

Deaths - Julian De'Ath and the Morrigan, ""Duck!" (note: not the bird)"

[taennyn]

"Duck!" the Morrigan yells from somewhere nearby, and she automatically obeys, tosses herself to a three-point stance that's nearly flush with the ground, scythe held with her other hand and boot-toes digging into the dirt to keep herself from skidding.

She doesn't wince when another pair of boots use the middle of her back as a springboard, though she does make a mental note to tell the Morrigan that if she does that again she'd better be wearing lighter shoes, and doesn't flinch at the report of a gun from close range.

When she comes up swinging--damn near takes a man's head clean off his shoulders before the sparks start flying--she finds the Morrigan and four crows kicking the crew of a shoulder-mount cannon around like so many toys.

"Hey!" she roars over in a credible imitation of her uncle if she does say so herself, "eyes front, lady

Re: Deaths - Julian De'Ath and the Morrigan, ""Duck!" (note: not the bird)"

[billradish]

What, the Morrigan? Distractable? Nah.

<3 and just a slight bit ow. But a hopeful ow.

Nataraj - Samuil, "oatmeal"

[taennyn]

Pulling the steaming bowl out of the microwave, Samuil could conclude that he'd finally gotten Luke trained. Two minutes and done, not half or mostly raw (which he'd eat, to be fair, but the combination of gummy and crunchy was a little off-putting).

He stuck a spoon in the oatmeal, then transferred spoon to mouth and swallowed absently, wondering if there was a prayer of pre-ground coffee in the cupboard. Probably not, with Luke around.

He checked the freezer. Yup, bag of what he assumed was a good grade of bean, dated the day before yesterday.

Sighing, he set the oatmeal on the counter, found the grinder, started the process of making a pot of coffee. He really had to remember to start bringing his own--his boss' fixation on food didn't extend very well to 'thirty seconds of prep time and less than five minutes to cook'.

Re: Nataraj - Samuil, "oatmeal"

[billradish]

Samuil and proper appreciation for good food: only found in the same room when Samuil is not alone. *solemn*

Swallow's Tail - Sascha, "the smell of hot metal"

[taennyn]

There was something essentially right about the scent of hot metal; he imagined that long-ago ancestors of his might once have felt the same about the smoke from a wood fire, or the fuel itself, split and drying so it burned clean and hot, drove the winter back that step farther, roared a speck of human heat into the vastness of the night.

Mind you, if this particular bit of metal never smelled like this again, he'd be just fine with that. He squinted at the base, held his hand close to test how hot the spot still was, even with the power cut, and sighed, settled back on his heels to wait a bit more. This horse was as temperamental as any reindeer, and not as solidly built, but he'd do what he could.

He had no wish to meet Lord Winter today.

Re: Swallow's Tail - Sascha, "the smell of hot metal"

[billradish]

<3 I like Sascha's brain. It thinks neat.