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Drabble meme!
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like. (I went with RPG characters, will do characters/pairs/fandom when have more music :D)
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle. (Or, in my case, randomly click amongst the pitiful music collection on Shiny)
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards! (I cheated a lot here-- I word-spammed and then rearranged lines and deleted a bunch of tangents.)
4. Do ten of these, then post them. (I did 11, but #11 is total cheating because I couldn't stop XD)
The Bravery — Above and Below — Chimi, Missing Shard
Chimi peered at the heavy slab of wood, the flickering light of the torch barely adequate in this dungeon of a hallway. Her feet shifted sullenly on the heavy stone— despite the gloom, the floor was polished and clean, and her boots were uncomfortable, longing for the give of a good dirt path.
One hand reached to touch the thickness, barring her for the rest of her life. In the ten minutes she’d studied the thick wood, she’d ascertained it had come from a single tree. Disconcerting, as trees in Zilconu were thin, spindly sticks, growing at all angles, struggling to stay upright and thrive in a soil that rejected them. Little better than firewood, and hardly the kind of material sturdy enough to bar Chimi from her soon to be acquaintances.
But this place was not Zilconu and she was no longer just Chimi. Face stern and torch dangerously low on fuel, she pushed the door open and walked in to face her destiny.
Titiyo — Come Along — Mara, Kingdom (Summer 2004)
July in Sunset City meant only one thing: fog warring against the thick, suffocating blanket of humidity. Irritation clung to every pore, and Mara longed to run away from it all, to move against the heavy lethargy this summer was turning out to be. She was sinking slowly deeper into the heated quicksand, static in boredom, forced to the beach in slim hopes of something happening, one moment to break her out of the norm.
Mara rubbed at her bare arms and glared at the ocean, where her stupid cousin Lynn was surfing, blonde hair just barely visible above the gentle surf. She’d kill to be out on the waves, to be anywhere but here, to get out of this heat!
A shadow fell across her body, and Mara looked up and was blinded by fate, dangling before her with an open hand and a grin that rivaled the heat of Sunset City in July.
Vega4 — You & Me — Dee, ANCD
Dee snickered as she fell upon the abused couch, her cohort folding into a heap of glorious leisure-wear on the floor. “Mate, that was utterly brill,” She managed, her voice thin and broken by laughter and the rich slur of too much ale.
Her heart shined, beating as irregular as her steps had been, as she saw him grinning back at her, every inch the American fool. God, it was awesome to have a good mate again. “The look on his face!”
Flickers of the evening passed beneath her eyelids, lidded eyes and hips sliding and furtive sneaks to see just how red her kind of sort of not really but REAL in a way she’d never understand without a pint or two swimming in her skull uncle Galen was burning in the smoky corner. She snickered again, and on the floor, a drunken cackle rose, their voices a discord chorus, but it fit them, and that was all that mattered.
VAST — I Need To Say Goodbye —- Momo, Lost Senshi (SIGH)
Eyes, beady in the darkness of the dim storage room, assured the girl that no one was in the room with her. Hands shaking, her fingers quickly bypassed layers of encryptions and passwords, stroking the crystal keys with a lover’s touch. Finally, it was there, images and sound-bytes and every record the ship contained. It was the entirely of him reduced to columns and lines, bytes of data she could linger over safely, to reorganize until they made sense, to ponder here where they couldn’t hurt her.
Red lights flashed, the silent alarm triggered— someone was in the turbolift, invading her domain. Breath as furious as her stumbling heartbeat, she hit a single key, the file directory was once again locked, her secret safe. Her mask pulled back over her thin, sharpened features, but traces of the softness lingered in her eyes when he walked in.
Trouble was, her tongue was sharper than usual. “What are YOU doing here?” Momo demanded, arms crossed, barring her heart the trouble of sight.
Breaking Benjamin — Diary of Jane — Mara, Kingdom (August 2008)
Muscles tensed with the reverberations of the slam, hands wrenching her bag off her shoulder and hurling it to the corner. Slamming the door was satisfying, she thought darkly, watching the bag in the air, but it wasn’t enough.
The skewer fell from the bag, striking the side of her tiffany lamp. It wobbled on the table, her breath caught in her throat— don’t fall! Don’t give in! But her thoughts weren’t enough, and the lamp tipped over, what had been her solace now sharpened shards littering her carpet, ready to bit into her skin if only she’d be so kind to walk over them.
Why was all of this so hard? Blood roared, but that wasn’t an answer. Above her, a storm raged, liquid striking the ceiling with a force she longed to inflict upon the world. Even as she felt the element surging alongside anger and frustration, charging her blood with feeling, she could only stand there, weaponless, helpless, hands clenching at her side. Because it wasn’t rain that fell from her eyes.
Titiyo — Love Has Left Your Eye — Akemi, Chaos Crisis
It was going to be alright, Akemi thought with a lingering smile, twisting her shoulders as she settled against the plump pillows in her new suite. But the bite of a notecard pulled Akemi from her thoughts, and she sighed, her eyes settling on the artifacts of planning, color coded plans and hopes an determination littering her hotel bed.
All of it was a blanket to wrap her heavy heart in, a small comfort to keep her mind from all the things that had gone wrong. It was in doing things that Akemi felt hope. In another lifetime, her body would have enjoyed the luxury of the suite, her head falling into the pillows, her world going dark for badly needed sleep.
But this was no time to relax. There was still so much to do, and Akemi was going to get it finished, all of it. Sucking on the throbbing digit, she cast the notecard— “Places Jupiter Might Be, CARD 16”— and picked up the “How To Bring Moon Back” card, blank save for the title. Her bright yellow pen hovered above the page, but the tiny drop of blood beat the words to page.
Kenna — Out Of Control — Reed, Kingdom (Sometime in 2008)
Reed leaned over his desk, his tongue punished for its laziness by a determined bite, a frown marring his features. It was the last page, his pen poised to reveal the day, ready to fill this final page with thin spidery reflections stark against the yellowed pages.
A sip of coffee— chilled and murky with age— but that rush only furthered the exhaustion that stole the day from his mind. How to put what had happened into something so simple as words? He sighed, leaning back in his chair, his eyes drawn to the darkness outside his window.
No words came, no ink shed, no insights carefully put to page. Instead, his fingers traced the edge of the black leather, and Reed found himself lost in what could have been.
The Bravery — Time Won’t Let Me Go — Loni, Kingdom (August 2008)
Fourteen, her lips whispered, but that was a lie. Her hair still sat in snarls, untouched by the stiff bristles of the silver handled heirloom. This town, this community— none of it was okay, even as she smiled, striving for Miss Sunset City.
Inside, she longed for more. This place was tanged in wrongness, and the creatures were part of it, but mostly it was the clouded wave pool this place called a beach. She longed for waters that sparkled and warmed the toes wriggling in the sticky sand, for warm gusts softly catching her hair in an attractive wave.
Caught in thoughts of Maui, for the first time that night, the bristles dug into her hair. One, she counted past clenched teeth, her lips settling in a smile, because really, it wasn’t so bad, once you got past the pain and thought of home.
Graham Colton — Best Days — Ikiro, Missing Shard
Ikiro smiled warmly, a tiny girl with a wide stride and eyes jewels sparkling in the candlelight, the last to arrive to the meeting. Before her, each of her beloved teammates were seated, chatting amongst themselves before the session was called to order. It was difficult to believe so little time had passed since meeting these girls, when it felt like they were so much a part of her already.
She was careful not to stare at Choumiya’s legs, but felt a pain, wishing yet again her abilities as Rudra were strong enough to cure what ailed her friend. But lameness didn’t stop Choumiya, and it wasn’t going to stop Ikiro either, even if it was a stubborn reminder that sometimes, the Honored Ones took along with giving.
The Bravery — Believe — Reed, Kingdom (Early Fall, 2008)
“What were we suppose to do?” Reed slurred, his face pressed against the cool table. Beside him, Peter groaned, but the roar in Reed’s ears prevented him from deciphering just what his friend said. “What was that?”
“The world is spinning?” Peter said louder, groaning again at the effort.
“The world isn’t spinning. The world is SINKING.” Reed thought that distinction made all the difference. His body felt like liquid heat, and he poured himself into a standing position, weaving too and for, wondering if this was what Peter felt like all the time. “Come on.”
Peter made no effort to stand, but Reed noticed his friend’s face was very green and felt a pang of concern. But for all the good his weird healing goo did, nothing cured too much beer. “Come on,” Reed insisted, tugging at Peter’s shirt. He’d finally remembered just what was so important they had to do. “Mara’s coming. WITH LYNN.”
“M-Mara?” With that, Peter lurched to his feet, and the two wobbled to safety before the two cousins could find them.
VAST — Sunday I’ll Be Gone — Terrie, Valkyrie’s Revelations (SIGH)
Terrie stood before the door, hesitating. Two years before, Terrie hadn’t hesitated, ever. But her foolishness had earned her thick fur above her skin and hooves for feet and hands, and now it seemed all Terrie did was hesitate. Especially after finding herself bound to William. Never had she spoken to him of the feelings churning alongside cheetos in her transformed stomach, but she had hoped that one day, when all of it was over, she would stand on two legs again and claim him as hers.
For her hesitation, William had been lost to her, and the world she had longed for had died cruelly with his departure. Terrie lived mute in a home of mortals, unable to find the words to explain just what had happened to their missing son, instead living as a pet to a family with no clue of the enchantments that ruled their lives.
Before leaving Midgard, the Norns had offered a slim hope of the enchantment fading. She wasn’t prepared for when the moment finally came, leaving her naked and shivering at the foot of the Thurston’s kitchen table, interrupting the quiet meal with her transformation. There was no choice for hesitation, and the words had tumbled out (once she secured clothes), the family finally able to morn their son properly.
That night she’d stood before this door, hesitating. The world was still dark beneath Loki’s enchantments, but she could find her way out there now, no longer live bound to a house without him. The family had found her and refused her departure.
She lived now a pale echo of William’s life. His sisters became her sisters, his parents hers, hell, even his room was hers. But she couldn’t fill the place William had left. It gaped around the edges of her slender form, and Terrie knew each time the Thurston’s looked at her, they saw what they had lost.
Bound to flesh made stone, his life had become hers in a cruel twist of fate, leaving Terrie little more than a living shadow. She hesitated, imagining his heartbeat against the door, finally there to reclaim the life she’d stolen.
But when she pushed passed the hesitation and opened the door, there was only darkness, just as there always was.
Author Notes:
So, I don't have a lot of music available to me at the moment due to iGor dead and, well, not wanting to boot up George. But in the end, I think they fit each character pretty well. I picked the 10 songs first, assigned characters, and then went through and wrote each one. It was super hard, though, because I was word-spamming and had to go back and move lines around and delete a bunch of crap. So, view this as the EDITED version :D
#1: Chimi is either about to go in and meet her new teammates, or she's about to go interact with family. I think either one works.
#2: Mara is such an angst-magnet, even before all the drama XD
#3: Because DeeDee and Julian are always drunk when I write them XD
#4: Because the thought of Momo stalking Bass cracks me up. Poor Bass *___*.
#5: I wrote the last line in the middle, and the first line towards the end. Oh Mara, you are so lame XD
#6: The last lines make this one make this whole thing worth doing :D
#7: I love Reed's diary, so it was the first place my brain went :D.
#8: I AM SORRY FOR OOC-LONI ANGST. BUT THE SONG COMPELLED ME XD
#9: Oh Ikiro :3. I actually had to cut a huge thing on her wanting to fix Choumiya because, well, it didn't make sense.
#10: Because the boys getting drunk before having to meet the girls (and then bail on them) cracks me up XD
#11: Oh VR, how I miss you *__*. In the storyline in my head, we were going to jump forward a year with Loki 'winning' the fight, and have to deal with them trying to get the sacred runes back to save the world. I miss you Terrie ;___;.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle. (Or, in my case, randomly click amongst the pitiful music collection on Shiny)
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards! (I cheated a lot here-- I word-spammed and then rearranged lines and deleted a bunch of tangents.)
4. Do ten of these, then post them. (I did 11, but #11 is total cheating because I couldn't stop XD)
The Bravery — Above and Below — Chimi, Missing Shard
Chimi peered at the heavy slab of wood, the flickering light of the torch barely adequate in this dungeon of a hallway. Her feet shifted sullenly on the heavy stone— despite the gloom, the floor was polished and clean, and her boots were uncomfortable, longing for the give of a good dirt path.
One hand reached to touch the thickness, barring her for the rest of her life. In the ten minutes she’d studied the thick wood, she’d ascertained it had come from a single tree. Disconcerting, as trees in Zilconu were thin, spindly sticks, growing at all angles, struggling to stay upright and thrive in a soil that rejected them. Little better than firewood, and hardly the kind of material sturdy enough to bar Chimi from her soon to be acquaintances.
But this place was not Zilconu and she was no longer just Chimi. Face stern and torch dangerously low on fuel, she pushed the door open and walked in to face her destiny.
Titiyo — Come Along — Mara, Kingdom (Summer 2004)
July in Sunset City meant only one thing: fog warring against the thick, suffocating blanket of humidity. Irritation clung to every pore, and Mara longed to run away from it all, to move against the heavy lethargy this summer was turning out to be. She was sinking slowly deeper into the heated quicksand, static in boredom, forced to the beach in slim hopes of something happening, one moment to break her out of the norm.
Mara rubbed at her bare arms and glared at the ocean, where her stupid cousin Lynn was surfing, blonde hair just barely visible above the gentle surf. She’d kill to be out on the waves, to be anywhere but here, to get out of this heat!
A shadow fell across her body, and Mara looked up and was blinded by fate, dangling before her with an open hand and a grin that rivaled the heat of Sunset City in July.
Vega4 — You & Me — Dee, ANCD
Dee snickered as she fell upon the abused couch, her cohort folding into a heap of glorious leisure-wear on the floor. “Mate, that was utterly brill,” She managed, her voice thin and broken by laughter and the rich slur of too much ale.
Her heart shined, beating as irregular as her steps had been, as she saw him grinning back at her, every inch the American fool. God, it was awesome to have a good mate again. “The look on his face!”
Flickers of the evening passed beneath her eyelids, lidded eyes and hips sliding and furtive sneaks to see just how red her kind of sort of not really but REAL in a way she’d never understand without a pint or two swimming in her skull uncle Galen was burning in the smoky corner. She snickered again, and on the floor, a drunken cackle rose, their voices a discord chorus, but it fit them, and that was all that mattered.
VAST — I Need To Say Goodbye —- Momo, Lost Senshi (SIGH)
Eyes, beady in the darkness of the dim storage room, assured the girl that no one was in the room with her. Hands shaking, her fingers quickly bypassed layers of encryptions and passwords, stroking the crystal keys with a lover’s touch. Finally, it was there, images and sound-bytes and every record the ship contained. It was the entirely of him reduced to columns and lines, bytes of data she could linger over safely, to reorganize until they made sense, to ponder here where they couldn’t hurt her.
Red lights flashed, the silent alarm triggered— someone was in the turbolift, invading her domain. Breath as furious as her stumbling heartbeat, she hit a single key, the file directory was once again locked, her secret safe. Her mask pulled back over her thin, sharpened features, but traces of the softness lingered in her eyes when he walked in.
Trouble was, her tongue was sharper than usual. “What are YOU doing here?” Momo demanded, arms crossed, barring her heart the trouble of sight.
Breaking Benjamin — Diary of Jane — Mara, Kingdom (August 2008)
Muscles tensed with the reverberations of the slam, hands wrenching her bag off her shoulder and hurling it to the corner. Slamming the door was satisfying, she thought darkly, watching the bag in the air, but it wasn’t enough.
The skewer fell from the bag, striking the side of her tiffany lamp. It wobbled on the table, her breath caught in her throat— don’t fall! Don’t give in! But her thoughts weren’t enough, and the lamp tipped over, what had been her solace now sharpened shards littering her carpet, ready to bit into her skin if only she’d be so kind to walk over them.
Why was all of this so hard? Blood roared, but that wasn’t an answer. Above her, a storm raged, liquid striking the ceiling with a force she longed to inflict upon the world. Even as she felt the element surging alongside anger and frustration, charging her blood with feeling, she could only stand there, weaponless, helpless, hands clenching at her side. Because it wasn’t rain that fell from her eyes.
Titiyo — Love Has Left Your Eye — Akemi, Chaos Crisis
It was going to be alright, Akemi thought with a lingering smile, twisting her shoulders as she settled against the plump pillows in her new suite. But the bite of a notecard pulled Akemi from her thoughts, and she sighed, her eyes settling on the artifacts of planning, color coded plans and hopes an determination littering her hotel bed.
All of it was a blanket to wrap her heavy heart in, a small comfort to keep her mind from all the things that had gone wrong. It was in doing things that Akemi felt hope. In another lifetime, her body would have enjoyed the luxury of the suite, her head falling into the pillows, her world going dark for badly needed sleep.
But this was no time to relax. There was still so much to do, and Akemi was going to get it finished, all of it. Sucking on the throbbing digit, she cast the notecard— “Places Jupiter Might Be, CARD 16”— and picked up the “How To Bring Moon Back” card, blank save for the title. Her bright yellow pen hovered above the page, but the tiny drop of blood beat the words to page.
Kenna — Out Of Control — Reed, Kingdom (Sometime in 2008)
Reed leaned over his desk, his tongue punished for its laziness by a determined bite, a frown marring his features. It was the last page, his pen poised to reveal the day, ready to fill this final page with thin spidery reflections stark against the yellowed pages.
A sip of coffee— chilled and murky with age— but that rush only furthered the exhaustion that stole the day from his mind. How to put what had happened into something so simple as words? He sighed, leaning back in his chair, his eyes drawn to the darkness outside his window.
No words came, no ink shed, no insights carefully put to page. Instead, his fingers traced the edge of the black leather, and Reed found himself lost in what could have been.
The Bravery — Time Won’t Let Me Go — Loni, Kingdom (August 2008)
Fourteen, her lips whispered, but that was a lie. Her hair still sat in snarls, untouched by the stiff bristles of the silver handled heirloom. This town, this community— none of it was okay, even as she smiled, striving for Miss Sunset City.
Inside, she longed for more. This place was tanged in wrongness, and the creatures were part of it, but mostly it was the clouded wave pool this place called a beach. She longed for waters that sparkled and warmed the toes wriggling in the sticky sand, for warm gusts softly catching her hair in an attractive wave.
Caught in thoughts of Maui, for the first time that night, the bristles dug into her hair. One, she counted past clenched teeth, her lips settling in a smile, because really, it wasn’t so bad, once you got past the pain and thought of home.
Graham Colton — Best Days — Ikiro, Missing Shard
Ikiro smiled warmly, a tiny girl with a wide stride and eyes jewels sparkling in the candlelight, the last to arrive to the meeting. Before her, each of her beloved teammates were seated, chatting amongst themselves before the session was called to order. It was difficult to believe so little time had passed since meeting these girls, when it felt like they were so much a part of her already.
She was careful not to stare at Choumiya’s legs, but felt a pain, wishing yet again her abilities as Rudra were strong enough to cure what ailed her friend. But lameness didn’t stop Choumiya, and it wasn’t going to stop Ikiro either, even if it was a stubborn reminder that sometimes, the Honored Ones took along with giving.
The Bravery — Believe — Reed, Kingdom (Early Fall, 2008)
“What were we suppose to do?” Reed slurred, his face pressed against the cool table. Beside him, Peter groaned, but the roar in Reed’s ears prevented him from deciphering just what his friend said. “What was that?”
“The world is spinning?” Peter said louder, groaning again at the effort.
“The world isn’t spinning. The world is SINKING.” Reed thought that distinction made all the difference. His body felt like liquid heat, and he poured himself into a standing position, weaving too and for, wondering if this was what Peter felt like all the time. “Come on.”
Peter made no effort to stand, but Reed noticed his friend’s face was very green and felt a pang of concern. But for all the good his weird healing goo did, nothing cured too much beer. “Come on,” Reed insisted, tugging at Peter’s shirt. He’d finally remembered just what was so important they had to do. “Mara’s coming. WITH LYNN.”
“M-Mara?” With that, Peter lurched to his feet, and the two wobbled to safety before the two cousins could find them.
VAST — Sunday I’ll Be Gone — Terrie, Valkyrie’s Revelations (SIGH)
Terrie stood before the door, hesitating. Two years before, Terrie hadn’t hesitated, ever. But her foolishness had earned her thick fur above her skin and hooves for feet and hands, and now it seemed all Terrie did was hesitate. Especially after finding herself bound to William. Never had she spoken to him of the feelings churning alongside cheetos in her transformed stomach, but she had hoped that one day, when all of it was over, she would stand on two legs again and claim him as hers.
For her hesitation, William had been lost to her, and the world she had longed for had died cruelly with his departure. Terrie lived mute in a home of mortals, unable to find the words to explain just what had happened to their missing son, instead living as a pet to a family with no clue of the enchantments that ruled their lives.
Before leaving Midgard, the Norns had offered a slim hope of the enchantment fading. She wasn’t prepared for when the moment finally came, leaving her naked and shivering at the foot of the Thurston’s kitchen table, interrupting the quiet meal with her transformation. There was no choice for hesitation, and the words had tumbled out (once she secured clothes), the family finally able to morn their son properly.
That night she’d stood before this door, hesitating. The world was still dark beneath Loki’s enchantments, but she could find her way out there now, no longer live bound to a house without him. The family had found her and refused her departure.
She lived now a pale echo of William’s life. His sisters became her sisters, his parents hers, hell, even his room was hers. But she couldn’t fill the place William had left. It gaped around the edges of her slender form, and Terrie knew each time the Thurston’s looked at her, they saw what they had lost.
Bound to flesh made stone, his life had become hers in a cruel twist of fate, leaving Terrie little more than a living shadow. She hesitated, imagining his heartbeat against the door, finally there to reclaim the life she’d stolen.
But when she pushed passed the hesitation and opened the door, there was only darkness, just as there always was.
Author Notes:
So, I don't have a lot of music available to me at the moment due to iGor dead and, well, not wanting to boot up George. But in the end, I think they fit each character pretty well. I picked the 10 songs first, assigned characters, and then went through and wrote each one. It was super hard, though, because I was word-spamming and had to go back and move lines around and delete a bunch of crap. So, view this as the EDITED version :D
#1: Chimi is either about to go in and meet her new teammates, or she's about to go interact with family. I think either one works.
#2: Mara is such an angst-magnet, even before all the drama XD
#3: Because DeeDee and Julian are always drunk when I write them XD
#4: Because the thought of Momo stalking Bass cracks me up. Poor Bass *___*.
#5: I wrote the last line in the middle, and the first line towards the end. Oh Mara, you are so lame XD
#6: The last lines make this one make this whole thing worth doing :D
#7: I love Reed's diary, so it was the first place my brain went :D.
#8: I AM SORRY FOR OOC-LONI ANGST. BUT THE SONG COMPELLED ME XD
#9: Oh Ikiro :3. I actually had to cut a huge thing on her wanting to fix Choumiya because, well, it didn't make sense.
#10: Because the boys getting drunk before having to meet the girls (and then bail on them) cracks me up XD
#11: Oh VR, how I miss you *__*. In the storyline in my head, we were going to jump forward a year with Loki 'winning' the fight, and have to deal with them trying to get the sacred runes back to save the world. I miss you Terrie ;___;.