Her dreams went out the door, when she turned twenty-four~
I stole this from
measuringlife and decided to do it as a warm up for a big fic I'm planning on getting down on the next snowday I have.
Music Meme
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabbles; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them
Rushing away, away from the edge, back bloody and eyes wide. Understanding, comprehending, and glancing back without emotion at the gleaming castle.
He couldn't, he refused to. Why ask such a thing that could only end in disaster? Volke pulled his torn cloak closer, leaping across trees and running down forest paths.
It doesn’t matter, he decided, it never matters.
And Crimea fell behind.
~Chris Cornell, Can't Change Me
Her voice, following his dreams, echoing in his waking mind. He rose from a warm bed occasionally, wondering whether another body had warmed the cloth in his absence. Bastian rose from his desk with a smile, then one he let all see, but few understood. Was he the only one to reach past the flowery words and see a different man? Had blue strands found their way into the comforter of their own accord? Volke wondered, let the nobleman have a smile and fell back to the sheets.
~Pink, Numb
The fires laughed at his back, triumphant in its consumption. A rough hand held his, dragging and pulling in desperation. A voice long gone shouted in rage, echoing in his mind with rebounding rhymes. The smoke rose to the ceiling, rushing after him as he escaped, calling to him and proposing a sweet death, pain and suffocation would last for but a minute, it promised. But a more familiar voice yelled louder, grabbing his attention and feeding his strength. He was pushed out a window, falling towards the blue lake. Bastian twisted in the air, grasping for a tanned hand that fell short of his own, fading from existence as quickly as it'd come.
~David Ball, Riding with Private Malone
"Does that mean I have a job?"
"Not as such, my darling," Bastian said, turning over his scrolls and reading hurriedly, "We must strive to use all attempts of peaceful negotiation as best we may, uncaring though they be, the scoundrels."
"So I'll go take him out for you." Volke decided, dropping a kiss on Bastian's lips before vanishing.
~Billy Joel, It's Still Rock an' Roll to Me
It doesn't matter, Volke explained briefly, golden eyes watching the night sky. Bastian didn't respond, instead walking near the man and placing his hands on the chilled flesh. It'll be the same, Volke continued, hands hesitating before coming to rest on the nobleman's. "Never in life, my dear," he assured, leaning his forehead against the assassin's dark hair. "Never in life."
~Chris Daughtry, Over You
Bastian stopped in the archway to his chambers, noticing the subtle signs of someone's entrance. He opened the door quietly, stepping in his bedchamber and observed the slumbering assassin. He reached a hand out, drawing it back as quickly when the man rolled over and opened his eyes tiredly. Bastian stood hastily as Volke made to move over. Volke only fell to the sheets again, eyes half lidded as Bastian rushed out. He eventually rolled back over, eyes closing.
~Chris Daughtry, Used To
Volke waited until the noble folk where turning the corner before pressing himself against Bastian, drawing a long smooth kiss out of the count. Noises of indignation floated up the hallway but Bastian didn't turn, watching the shining delight in golden eyes. Volke saw Renning coming from the opposite way and began to pull back. Bastian pulled him into a thorough kiss, pressing him between the stonewall and his own body, only favoring his Lord Renning with a greeting after Volke was made decently breathless.
~Billy Joel, Uptown Girl
"Enjoying yourself, my dear?" Bastian called, watching with joy as another of Ashera's men fell to the ground under his hand. He detected the slight smile from beneath the assassin's mask, golden eyes flashing in excitement. Bastian caught up to him, helped to fell the unruly Lord Gaddos, and pressed Volke against the hidden treasure chest, expressing his joy in a most pleasing way.
~Smashmouth, So Insane
"Something to drink, darling?" Volke ignored the offered cup and drank directly from the count's tea stained mouth.
~I'd like to Buy the World a Coke (It's like 10 fricken' seconds. Damn!)
"Nothing yet, Mr. Fire," Largo said softly, smiling at the disappointment that briefly flashed across the man's tanned face. "Something got left in your room, though," he added, laughing as a coin was flicked his way and the staircase was swiftly traversed.
"Are you teasing him again?" Calill asked, leaning against the counter.
"Not so much as you tease me, love-duck." Largo answered, receiving the red-lip-sticked smile happily.
~Twelve Stops and Home, Love it When You Call
Love-duck :D
measuringlife and decided to do it as a warm up for a big fic I'm planning on getting down on the next snowday I have.
Music Meme
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabbles; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them
Rushing away, away from the edge, back bloody and eyes wide. Understanding, comprehending, and glancing back without emotion at the gleaming castle.
He couldn't, he refused to. Why ask such a thing that could only end in disaster? Volke pulled his torn cloak closer, leaping across trees and running down forest paths.
It doesn’t matter, he decided, it never matters.
And Crimea fell behind.
~Chris Cornell, Can't Change Me
Her voice, following his dreams, echoing in his waking mind. He rose from a warm bed occasionally, wondering whether another body had warmed the cloth in his absence. Bastian rose from his desk with a smile, then one he let all see, but few understood. Was he the only one to reach past the flowery words and see a different man? Had blue strands found their way into the comforter of their own accord? Volke wondered, let the nobleman have a smile and fell back to the sheets.
~Pink, Numb
The fires laughed at his back, triumphant in its consumption. A rough hand held his, dragging and pulling in desperation. A voice long gone shouted in rage, echoing in his mind with rebounding rhymes. The smoke rose to the ceiling, rushing after him as he escaped, calling to him and proposing a sweet death, pain and suffocation would last for but a minute, it promised. But a more familiar voice yelled louder, grabbing his attention and feeding his strength. He was pushed out a window, falling towards the blue lake. Bastian twisted in the air, grasping for a tanned hand that fell short of his own, fading from existence as quickly as it'd come.
~David Ball, Riding with Private Malone
"Does that mean I have a job?"
"Not as such, my darling," Bastian said, turning over his scrolls and reading hurriedly, "We must strive to use all attempts of peaceful negotiation as best we may, uncaring though they be, the scoundrels."
"So I'll go take him out for you." Volke decided, dropping a kiss on Bastian's lips before vanishing.
~Billy Joel, It's Still Rock an' Roll to Me
It doesn't matter, Volke explained briefly, golden eyes watching the night sky. Bastian didn't respond, instead walking near the man and placing his hands on the chilled flesh. It'll be the same, Volke continued, hands hesitating before coming to rest on the nobleman's. "Never in life, my dear," he assured, leaning his forehead against the assassin's dark hair. "Never in life."
~Chris Daughtry, Over You
Bastian stopped in the archway to his chambers, noticing the subtle signs of someone's entrance. He opened the door quietly, stepping in his bedchamber and observed the slumbering assassin. He reached a hand out, drawing it back as quickly when the man rolled over and opened his eyes tiredly. Bastian stood hastily as Volke made to move over. Volke only fell to the sheets again, eyes half lidded as Bastian rushed out. He eventually rolled back over, eyes closing.
~Chris Daughtry, Used To
Volke waited until the noble folk where turning the corner before pressing himself against Bastian, drawing a long smooth kiss out of the count. Noises of indignation floated up the hallway but Bastian didn't turn, watching the shining delight in golden eyes. Volke saw Renning coming from the opposite way and began to pull back. Bastian pulled him into a thorough kiss, pressing him between the stonewall and his own body, only favoring his Lord Renning with a greeting after Volke was made decently breathless.
~Billy Joel, Uptown Girl
"Enjoying yourself, my dear?" Bastian called, watching with joy as another of Ashera's men fell to the ground under his hand. He detected the slight smile from beneath the assassin's mask, golden eyes flashing in excitement. Bastian caught up to him, helped to fell the unruly Lord Gaddos, and pressed Volke against the hidden treasure chest, expressing his joy in a most pleasing way.
~Smashmouth, So Insane
"Something to drink, darling?" Volke ignored the offered cup and drank directly from the count's tea stained mouth.
~I'd like to Buy the World a Coke (It's like 10 fricken' seconds. Damn!)
"Nothing yet, Mr. Fire," Largo said softly, smiling at the disappointment that briefly flashed across the man's tanned face. "Something got left in your room, though," he added, laughing as a coin was flicked his way and the staircase was swiftly traversed.
"Are you teasing him again?" Calill asked, leaning against the counter.
"Not so much as you tease me, love-duck." Largo answered, receiving the red-lip-sticked smile happily.
~Twelve Stops and Home, Love it When You Call
Love-duck :D