Rejoice in what I carry in my heart

Killer In Me
fandom: ANCD’s Cloud Keep AU
cast: Dee, Galen (+ mention of Julian)
prompt: 31_days, “tiny little erosions”
note: This is very much in progress, and subject to change on whim. I decided to try Sage’s method of writing dialogue first, so I’ll probably be editing this a lot to get my usual flow. This isn’t dark enough for what I had initially in mind, but I like the dialogue so I’m going ahead and posting this as a draft zero. Will post another draft at some point in the future ^.^;;

She woke up in the hospital, never a good sign.

So, Sage and I music meme'd again, and invented a new word: bitsome. Or awetter. Or awebitsometter. Anyway, it is because most of mine ended up ridiculously bitter, with a tiny bit of awesome. I blame this on most of the prompts going to Mara. All of Sage's are pure awesome X0

( meme complaining )( meme notes )

I'll be tinkering with the meme for a bit, but decided to toss these up and see what people thought.

fandom: ANCD
character: Dee (aka Meresijm of the Dawn)
prompt: 31_days: I'd storm heaven for you, if I knew where it was

( she wonders if there's an angelic of dentistry; knowing their bunch, he was born fallen.  )

Because you know Dee's not going to look at Galen for the first time and see a guy out of a romance novel...

In the Midst of the Crowd:

DeeDee was late. Sodding hell, she hated being late. It was always something these days, since that awful night at the tube. But today, she wasn't going to let any of that freak show stop her. Not today. Dee shoved her way through the mass of people, cursing whoever decided it would be a good idea to have a naffin' party right there in the bloody street. Vicious glares, hot enough to melt a zombie, were cast at any who dared not give way to her.

She just couldn't miss that train--

Her feet stopped before her brain connected the dots and came up with HIM, slouching right in front of her! The face right out of her blasted dreams, memories, of which he'd been in, always there, always bloody there, that face attached to a sodding giant that always towering above her, arms always poised to sweep her from harms way. Or cuff her a good one for being right stupid.

Insides shrank, twisting and tearing, as her posture curled within itself; she emerged five years old, with eyes only for HIM.

"Uncle Asiel?!" Her shock spilled from gapping mouth as she took every inch of him in, remembering, just superposed over a body fresh before her, as mind and soul argued themselves torn; to hug or to run the hell away. Especially after France.

But Dee did neither, facing burning as her lips closing around a teenager's mocking, defensive laugh. "My God, you look like a gorilla!"