comment_fic 651-655: Greek myth, Inception, SN, HL
Title: daisies and roses
Fandom: Greek myth
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: Hades/Demeter
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 70
Point of view: third
Prompt: Greek myth, Hades/Demeter, summer days
When they were young, Hades and Demeter went walking through a meadow.
"Will you be my queen?" Hades asked, handing her a bouquet of daisies and roses.
"No, my love," she said. "I adore the sun too much to live in your realm of night."
Hades gave her a sad smile and the walk continued.
(Persephone vanished from a meadow full of daisies and roses. A part of Demeter knew then.)
Title: Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one
Fandom: Inception
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Donne
Warnings: implied murder/torture/violence; dark; AUish
Pairings: unrequited Ariadne/Arthur; Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 390
Point of view: third
Prompt: Inception, Arthur/Eames & Arthur/Ariadne, when he told her "it's not you, it's me", he didn't mean it as a cheesy breakup line
In another world (a better world?), Arthur knows he could easily fall in love with Ariadne. She's smart, sharp, sweet... most importantly, she's competent and adaptable.
This is not another world.
0o0
In another world, Arthur would've been an architect. A building designer, not a dream designer. He'd visit his parents twice a year, tell the same old stories at family gatherings, marry and have children.
In another world, he'd be a good guy.
0o0
In another world (a better world?), Arthur wouldn't get in that fight in sophomore year. He wouldn't be shipped off to military school when the kid didn't heal right and would never walk again. Arthur wouldn't join the army, get assigned to a test project, and go rogue with almost a million dollars worth of equipment and a priceless amount of secrets.
In another world, Arthur wouldn't have quit counting his death toll (and maybe he means in dreams. maybe he doesn't.)
0o0
In another world, Arthur would never say, "Ari, it's not you, I promise. It's me."
In another world, Arthur could easily love Ariadne.
Maybe in a better world, Arthur never met Eames.
0o0
In this world, Arthur is not a good guy. Neither is Eames. In this world, Arthur only trusts one person.
In this world, when Arthur parted ways with the military, Eames met him across the world, offered him a cigarette, and said, "Darling, you're a piece of work."
In this world, Arthur grinned (still so young), and said, "You won't believe this shit."
In this world, Arthur turns from Ariadne to smile at Eames.
0o0
(Eames quit counting his death toll years before he met Arthur.
In another world, Eames knows he still wouldn't be a nice man.
In this world, sweet Ari has about another month of pining away before she's suddenly stopped by a bullet or knife [or maybe even his hands, been awhile since he did that], so she'd better move on quick.
Eames has no illusions about himself or Arthur. But the rest of the world insists on being fooled, and sometimes, he and Arthur go to a big city and see how many different people they can play with before being caught.
In another world, they might have been caught or never met or been enemies - but in this world, this perfect world, they haven't been caught yet.)
Title: once, there were tigers
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place in season 4
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 405
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Castiel + Dean + Sam, The first time Castiel was on earth his vessel was a CaspianTiger, and he became very fond of the species. Castiel is crushed when Sam tells him they went extinct.
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long long ago, there was a tiger. one day, an angel appeared to the tiger and asked, will you let me join you? there is something i must do, and for it, i need you.
the tiger considered for one rising and falling of the great star, and then said, yes, bright one.
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"Jimmy your first ride around Earth?" Dean asks one day, not looking up from the gun he's cleaning.
"No," Castiel answers promptly. "My first was many centuries ago. Humans would call her a... Caspian tiger, I believe."
"Angel vessels don't have to be human?" Sam says.
"Of course not," Castiel tells them. "Some missions could not be completed in human vessels."
"Huh." Dean thinks for a moment, then shrugs. "Cool."
"She did not have a name as you would understand," Castiel reminisces, nearly smiling. "We were together for months, hunting a particularly nasty entity. She was magnificent. I have not yet had the time to visit her descendants."
Sam winces, lowering his head. "That… you can't," he says, almost gently. "I'm sorry, Castiel. Her species went extinct last century."
Castiel tilts head, unblinking. "What do you mean by that?"
Turning to his brother, Sam grasps for the right words, trying to figure out what to say. How does anyone go about explaining to an angel of the Lord why something he remembers fondly is gone?
Dean says, "They all died, Cas." He sets the gun on the table and looks up. "The last one went… when, Sammy?"
"It's not really clear," he says awkwardly. "But, um, the sixties, I think?"
Castiel is silent. He doesn't look at either of them. The room is quiet until he murmurs, "I shall return," leaving in a rush of wings.
Sam has no idea what to say, but Dean covers it all with, "Shit."
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for many rising and fallings of the great star, the tiger was not alone. the bright one was kind, healing all hurts and keeping the hunger at bay.
you will be remembered, the bright one promised before leaving. unto the final setting of the great star, I will remember you and what you helped me do.
the tiger laughed. i will tell my daughters of the dark hunt, and they will tell their daughters - we will not forget you, bright one.
the angel left as the great star shone bright, and the tiger filled the world with her roar.
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Title: in the deep dark
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: creepy as Hell; partly takes place in Hell
Pairings: implied Alistair/Dean, maybe
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 90
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Lucifer/Sam or Alistair/Dean, don't fret, precious, I'm here...
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in the deep dark, master whispers, don't fret, precious, i'm here.
in the deep dark, there is nothing but the voice.
in the deep dark, master purrs, tell me your name.
in the deep dark, there is no answer but a scream.
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Dean opens his eyes, shivering. Sam wakes while he's turning on every light in their motel room and mutters, "Dean, what?"
Dean ignores him, glancing out the window. He stops to watch the sunrise, taking deep breaths and forcing himself into a calm.
He doesn't remember Hell.
He doesn't.
Title: the length of a life
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: primordial!Methos
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 145
Pointofview: first
Prompt: Highlander, Methos,
There is no meaning to our world.
There is no meaning to those of us living there.
We meaningless beings ponder the world,
Though realization of the meaninglessness itself means nothing.
Live five hundred years, kid, and you'll learn how short life is.
Live a thousand, twice that, three times more - you'll learn how nothing ever really changes.
Live four thousand, five... you get so tired, kid. So tired.
Live longer. Well. No one can live longer, right? Who ever heard tell of the man who lived ten thousand years, or a hundred thousand - or, impossibly, a million?
Not possible. Of course not. That long would drive a man, a woman, anything mad.
So live your five hundred years. See how short life is. Watch out for those who would steal your head, for a paltry few decades more.
Five thousand... no one can live longer that. Of course not. Such longevity... why it would drive someone mad, and those who are mad die quickly.
Don't they, kid? Of course they do.