So I am trying to get into the habit of writing again. THIS IS GOING SLOWLY, but I thought I would throw it out there for anyone interested. 8(
Give me a prompt + one of mine + one of yours and I will write shortfic for them. I don't say drabbles because that means 100 words to me, and I AM A WORDY BASTARD AT TIMES. Castmates are allowed to
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you are loved, you have always been loved, please remember that
She knew that voice, but found she couldn't place it: soft and a little sad, nearly familiar as her own. She could blame the smoke for confusing her, because it stung her throat and coiled like lead in her lungs. It was doing strange things to her head; it made her think that the three vague figures in the smoke were pulling together, three-as-one.
we won't leave you behind, you should know better than to believe we would
In spite of herself she leaned in closer. The name for that voice was on the tip of her tongue, the separate syllables clear in her mind--but she couldn't make herself say it. Something brushed her lips like a kiss and she made a startled noise before she could quite stop herself. The smoke no longer hurt her throat, and it smelled--nice--
all my love, all--
Something cool touched her hand. She jumped with a squeak, and there was the medicine-seller, his strange pale eyes unreadable.
"Careful," he said. "There is--danger. In going too deep ..." He closed the box, and abruptly the air cleared. He looked satisfied, though what he had really gained (beyond money, but even that couldn't be all of it, right?), she couldn't tell.
He smiled at her when she got up to leave. The impression she couldn't shake, though, even much later, was the feeling that he had been laughing at her the entire time.
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That said, thank you for the drabble, it's beautiful and haunting and I love it! ;o;d
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