Sawyer realizes he's inherited a family trait, but can't make heads or tails of the message. Set during the latter part of S2, before the return of Desmond. 100 words, excluding title. ( Visions )
a mountain woman who saw the future in the mist and spoke to the dead like old friends come to Sunday supper Did I tell you, earlier, how much I love this line, especially the Sunday supper part of it? Believe you've ficced grandma before, and I simply adore the woman!
Hmmmm... wonder what event it was that pushed the ability from latent to active. A thought to explore, perhaps? *aims bunny westward*
during quiet moments on the beach Can just see him looking up from his book with that puzzled expression.
Oh, geez, I simply can't help myself, the reality (finally, finally here!) is so lovely and this is such a beautiful beginning - SQUEEEBOUNCE!
Look out, here it comes... *twirls you about the room in sheer delight!* Isn't it lovely to have this for the guys to come home to? *sighs with contentment*
You did tell me how much you loved that sentence, but you haven't met this grandmother; you have met another mountain woman in a fic that hasn't grown one little whit since you saw it. But I love this grandmother of Sawyer's, and we've only just met! Sawyer loved her too, he just can't allow himself to admit that.
Not so sure there was an "event" that pushed Sawyer's talent to the surface. Perhaps it was just the intensity of the vibes surrounding someone who would eventually become very important to his life? I imagine there were some pretty strong signals wafting off Des in the days before they finally met - fueled by the arrival of Sawyer himself. We know that man functions off some crazy wavelengths!
Welcome home, darlin'! I'm so glad we are finally here!
ohhh, that is kind of chilling, that notion of a precient grandma for Sawyer. so interesting. and visions of Des? really? well there is worst ones to have....
Darlin', you are here! *twirls you* Welcome to our little home away from home. ;)
You've been to the Smokies now, couldn't you feel the ancient magic that fills those hills and hollows? We aren't going to know too much about Sawyer's grandma, but I think this was an important link. He's no Desmond when it comes to flashes, but knows enough to recognize precognition when he sees it, and not think it out of the ordinary. Besides, isn't it fun to think of each of them sensing the other long before they actually met?
You come visit us often, ok? When The Epic begins, I think you will be intrigued!
Happy to have you come by! When we begin posting chapters of The Epic, you will understand the reason behind the comm. Until then, it will be glimpses of Des and Sawyer, here and there - and lots of pretty pics, too. That doesn't hurt, right?
It works wonderfully :-) And my favourite line is still this: His grandma, though, was a seer; a mountain woman who saw the future in the mist and spoke to the dead like old friends come to Sunday supper.
I know - that line is the reason I wrote the whole drabble! Well, that and the opportunity to post the pretty pic of a distraught Desmond by firelight!
Thanks for commenting - and for the lovely header! Will never be able to thank you enough for that. ;)
A mountain woman, a seer -- that just seems to fit so well with Sawyer's background. I love the idea that he might have inherited that. Then there's the other possibility that Des, with his time-trippy ways, is projecting himself. Intriguing!
Is it Des doing the time-warp rag, or is he just giving off such intense vibes that Sawyer can't help but pick them up? Does the Island have something to do with Sawyer's "gift" rising to the surface?
These and other questions probably won't be answered in future fic, but lots of others will - and there will be lots of prettiness to look at, so what could it hurt?
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Did I tell you, earlier, how much I love this line, especially the Sunday supper part of it? Believe you've ficced grandma before, and I simply adore the woman!
Hmmmm... wonder what event it was that pushed the ability from latent to active. A thought to explore, perhaps? *aims bunny westward*
during quiet moments on the beach
Can just see him looking up from his book with that puzzled expression.
Oh, geez, I simply can't help myself, the reality (finally, finally here!) is so lovely and this is such a beautiful beginning - SQUEEEBOUNCE!
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You did tell me how much you loved that sentence, but you haven't met this grandmother; you have met another mountain woman in a fic that hasn't grown one little whit since you saw it. But I love this grandmother of Sawyer's, and we've only just met! Sawyer loved her too, he just can't allow himself to admit that.
Not so sure there was an "event" that pushed Sawyer's talent to the surface. Perhaps it was just the intensity of the vibes surrounding someone who would eventually become very important to his life? I imagine there were some pretty strong signals wafting off Des in the days before they finally met - fueled by the arrival of Sawyer himself. We know that man functions off some crazy wavelengths!
Welcome home, darlin'! I'm so glad we are finally here!
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You've been to the Smokies now, couldn't you feel the ancient magic that fills those hills and hollows? We aren't going to know too much about Sawyer's grandma, but I think this was an important link. He's no Desmond when it comes to flashes, but knows enough to recognize precognition when he sees it, and not think it out of the ordinary. Besides, isn't it fun to think of each of them sensing the other long before they actually met?
You come visit us often, ok? When The Epic begins, I think you will be intrigued!
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Wonderful job!
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Thanks for stopping in commenting!
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Thanks for commenting - and for the lovely header! Will never be able to thank you enough for that. ;)
*squishes*
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Is it Des doing the time-warp rag, or is he just giving off such intense vibes that Sawyer can't help but pick them up? Does the Island have something to do with Sawyer's "gift" rising to the surface?
These and other questions probably won't be answered in future fic, but lots of others will - and there will be lots of prettiness to look at, so what could it hurt?
Thanks for reading and commenting!
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