[meme] part one | "what dreams should always be..."
But first... I just watched the most recent episode of Orphan Black, and, liiiiiike. That ending was probably the most emotionally shattering thing I've watched in a very long time. I still can't believe how incredibly powerful it was and, even more than that, the utterly jaw-dropping performance from Tatiana. Sarah's breakdown was a rare moment - she was pushed to a place we've not yet seen her really go, although she was close in last year's season finale, for sure. Add to the rawness of that, Helena, in all her blood-soaked wedding dress and staggered gait glory, Sarah, bound and bleeding, screaming. Just. Yes. Show, keep being excellent. I love you times one thousand.
Also, Felix and Alison continue to delight me in ALL THE WAYS. The cut from Felix's "she'll regain some dignity..." comment to Alison peeing, supervised, into a cup was perfect comedic timing from the writing staff. And Jordan's "mimosa" delivery and immediate panic were A PLUS. Be more awesome, kids. I dare you...!
But now, the first answer to the meme I requested prompty type things for in my last entry. This is just one answer, even though I owe about a bajillionty. You can blame Orphan Black for that. But also, you can blame the prompt itself because, well... you'll see.
From swirlsofblue
[ 3, 8 and 10 swap bodies with each other, what's their reaction? ]
DISCLAIMER: I dropped character number 10 from this scenario for reasons that will become evident IMMEDIATELY to all those that know me well!! Including swirlsofblue, whom I’m sure will approve of my decision WHOLEHEARTEDLY! Also, may I just make it known that I DID NOT IN ANY WAY TAMPER WITH THE ORDER OF MY CHARACTERS! THIS LEGIT. HAPPENED!!
It’s early season six. Izzie is still mourning George, still coming to terms with living, with being married, with being so incredibly sick and with all the treatments that go along with it. She’s a bald, cancer-pop eating patient with a dead best friend and a husband who admitted in a fit of frustrated horror that he only married her because he thought she was going to die. Alex, on the other hand, is just plain terrified. ALL THE TIME. And of everything.
They’re mid-screaming argument - you all know the one I’m talking about. The one in McDreamy’s trailer out in the woods. The one where waltzmatildah Lost Her Shit So they’re screaming. At each other. And…
“You died in my arms, you freaking died...”
It happens then. It’s not quick. It’s not instantaneous like you might expect. It takes seconds that feel like hours and it’s painful in a way that’s not really painful at all.
The first thing Izzie feels is the fear. It’s a living, breathing, raging animal beneath Alex’s skin. He is positively thrumming with it and Izzie, suddenly, can barely see straight. She wants to grab for him, to twist her fingers into his and squeeze until he’s sure and she’s sure, until they both know for a fact…, but she can’t because she’s not looking at Alex anymore. She can’t see his face and his eyes are lost to the strangest kind of darkness she’s ever known and all she’s left with, all she can recognise, is her own face, shocked, blinking, open-mouthed.
Alex feels ill. An all-encompassing kind of sickness that seeps from his bones and settles, heavy, in his fingertips. He thinks Izzie wants to cry. Maybe she already is crying… And she’s exhausted and numb and wears her sadness like a cloak that threatens to tangle between her legs and send her sprawling to the floor at a second’s notice. He wants to pick her up. The absolute need to carry her weight for her, just for a moment, just for a beat, is a tangible entity that makes breathing almost impossible.
But he’s looking at himself, a shocked tableau that shifts and shifts at arm’s reach, and he can’t pick her up because he is her, and she is him, and her pain is his and his bone-numbing horror is all hers.
And they are each other’s.
Always.
Also, Felix and Alison continue to delight me in ALL THE WAYS. The cut from Felix's "she'll regain some dignity..." comment to Alison peeing, supervised, into a cup was perfect comedic timing from the writing staff. And Jordan's "mimosa" delivery and immediate panic were A PLUS. Be more awesome, kids. I dare you...!
But now, the first answer to the meme I requested prompty type things for in my last entry. This is just one answer, even though I owe about a bajillionty. You can blame Orphan Black for that. But also, you can blame the prompt itself because, well... you'll see.
From swirlsofblue
[ 3, 8 and 10 swap bodies with each other, what's their reaction? ]
DISCLAIMER: I dropped character number 10 from this scenario for reasons that will become evident IMMEDIATELY to all those that know me well!! Including swirlsofblue, whom I’m sure will approve of my decision WHOLEHEARTEDLY! Also, may I just make it known that I DID NOT IN ANY WAY TAMPER WITH THE ORDER OF MY CHARACTERS! THIS LEGIT. HAPPENED!!
It’s early season six. Izzie is still mourning George, still coming to terms with living, with being married, with being so incredibly sick and with all the treatments that go along with it. She’s a bald, cancer-pop eating patient with a dead best friend and a husband who admitted in a fit of frustrated horror that he only married her because he thought she was going to die. Alex, on the other hand, is just plain terrified. ALL THE TIME. And of everything.
They’re mid-screaming argument - you all know the one I’m talking about. The one in McDreamy’s trailer out in the woods. The one where waltzmatildah Lost Her Shit So they’re screaming. At each other. And…
“You died in my arms, you freaking died...”
It happens then. It’s not quick. It’s not instantaneous like you might expect. It takes seconds that feel like hours and it’s painful in a way that’s not really painful at all.
The first thing Izzie feels is the fear. It’s a living, breathing, raging animal beneath Alex’s skin. He is positively thrumming with it and Izzie, suddenly, can barely see straight. She wants to grab for him, to twist her fingers into his and squeeze until he’s sure and she’s sure, until they both know for a fact…, but she can’t because she’s not looking at Alex anymore. She can’t see his face and his eyes are lost to the strangest kind of darkness she’s ever known and all she’s left with, all she can recognise, is her own face, shocked, blinking, open-mouthed.
Alex feels ill. An all-encompassing kind of sickness that seeps from his bones and settles, heavy, in his fingertips. He thinks Izzie wants to cry. Maybe she already is crying… And she’s exhausted and numb and wears her sadness like a cloak that threatens to tangle between her legs and send her sprawling to the floor at a second’s notice. He wants to pick her up. The absolute need to carry her weight for her, just for a moment, just for a beat, is a tangible entity that makes breathing almost impossible.
But he’s looking at himself, a shocked tableau that shifts and shifts at arm’s reach, and he can’t pick her up because he is her, and she is him, and her pain is his and his bone-numbing horror is all hers.
And they are each other’s.
Always.