It'd Be Pretentious If He Wasn't So Damn Famous. As It Is, I Get No Points.
I'm sort of dicking around at home this afternoon, washing my kitchen floor and dancing yes, with the mop to that freaking amazing new MIKA album. But cleaning and odd, eurotrash pop can only keep a girl so entertained.
So, meme!
I don't know who I ganked this from. It might have been lindensphinx. Anywho, here are the rules.
First: Give me a character from a fandom I'm familiar with. If it's a character from an certain sub-canon (TCE, pretty much), give me a heads up.
Second: Once you've got that, pick a line (or two, I suppose) from the poem below.
Three: BAM! You get a motherfucking drabble, based on what you've chosen.
That's easy enough, right?
Free man, you'll always love the open sea!
For, gifted with a gulf more bitter still,
Those endlessly reflective waves instill
The image of the soul's transcendency.
Immersed, you revel in your element,
Incorporated by your counterpart,
Distracted from the pounding of the heart
By the wild tide's maniacal lament.
How nervous and circumspect you seem,
To veil yourselves so enigmatically; (TCE America, scribblefish)
What prying eye can fathom man or sea--
Or say that either one is not a dream?
A civil war--blood brothers, savage foes,
Locked in relentless combat, eye for eye;
Unreconciled, the corpses multiply, (Yami Bakura, crosswhisper)
And waves of age pass, as on it goes.
--Charles Baudelaire, Man and Sea
Indulge me, f-list!
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So, meme!
I don't know who I ganked this from. It might have been lindensphinx. Anywho, here are the rules.
First: Give me a character from a fandom I'm familiar with. If it's a character from an certain sub-canon (TCE, pretty much), give me a heads up.
Second: Once you've got that, pick a line (or two, I suppose) from the poem below.
Three: BAM! You get a motherfucking drabble, based on what you've chosen.
That's easy enough, right?
Free man, you'll always love the open sea!
For, gifted with a gulf more bitter still,
Those endlessly reflective waves instill
The image of the soul's transcendency.
Immersed, you revel in your element,
Incorporated by your counterpart,
Distracted from the pounding of the heart
By the wild tide's maniacal lament.
How nervous and circumspect you seem,
To veil yourselves so enigmatically; (TCE America, scribblefish)
What prying eye can fathom man or sea--
Or say that either one is not a dream?
A civil war--blood brothers, savage foes,
Locked in relentless combat, eye for eye;
Unreconciled, the corpses multiply, (Yami Bakura, crosswhisper)
And waves of age pass, as on it goes.
--Charles Baudelaire, Man and Sea
Indulge me, f-list!
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