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muir_wolf's Multi-Fandom Drabble Tree. Figured I'd stop hogging the tree and take a break to post them here instead :)
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she runs (Longmire; Vic Moretti)
She runs.
The sky's different here. Not just how much of it Vic can see, above the prairie, the peaks, no roofs or smokestacks to block it out. It's the clouds. The color. She's used to smears of gray against thin blue, drizzle stinging against her skin as she huffs uphill, smog and smoke and exhaust in her nose.
It really is like living inside an upturned bowl. A deep jewelled blue overhead, her breath drifting up to meet the clouds. It feels like Absaroka County stretches so far away on every side, she'll never hit the end of it.
off to the temp agency (Doctor Who - First Doctor; Barbara Wright)
When they alight in the seventieth century, no amount of coaxing will bring the TARDIS back to life.
Left to their own devices, Ian and the Doctor will simply waste away to nothing arguing over this and that.
Barbara, however, has no intention of letting her bones show through her skin. Nor can she stand Susan's whinging for another second.
"We haven't any more food bars, I know!" she says sharply. A quick scan of the computer printout and she's off to the temp agency.
Someone has to be responsible for a change. Isn't it funny how it's usually her?
bright blue sky (ASOIAF; Ned Stark)
Thunderheads build above the Wolfswood.
Ned remembers a wild thrust at a black shield, his feet flying out from under him. Down into the mud, the blood, the bright blue sky wheeling overhead, ringing in his ears. The pike slamming down. Crunch went the bone, turning his whole arm to stone.
The boy above him—hardly more than a child, too young to Ned's eyes even then—lurched to one side, the trees with him, the very sunlight bending all around the glade.
The rest is lost to time, but for the pull of the storm in an old ache.
Hawkeye opens his mouth (M*A*S*H; Hawkeye Pierce)
It's the damnedest thing.
There are a dozen people staring at him. Dr Hornberger asked a question a second ago, something about emergence delirium, and Hawkeye, apparently, opened his mouth. Words are still spilling out, words he barely knows, words he certainly didn't mean to say.
And now there's a scalpel in his hand. How in the hell did this happen? Who trusts him to do this? The blade parts skin and muscle and this is a dream, isn't it? He'll wake up any minute now in his disgusting room, the Charles frozen outside, tongue fuzzy with last night's whiskey.
she pulls him in and presses her lips against his (Push; Nick Gant)
She pulls him in and presses her lips against his. Nick keeps his eyes closed, pretends to still be sleeping.
Kira sighs. "You're going to miss me when I'm gone."
He will. He always does.
Nick rolls over to bury his face in the pillow. She'll be gone soon, quiet as she came. Once the sun comes up, Cassie will run in, bounce on the mattress at his hip, gibbering like a monkey. Nick will pretend to be grumpy, growling, trying to kick her out.
By the time the sun goes down, it'll be like Kira was never even here.
no better way (the book group; clare pettingill)
"There's no better way than getting out there and doing it yourself," her mother scolds. "Honestly, Clare."
Honestly, Clare. It rings in her head like the bells from St Francis de Sales. The bells, ringing and ringing. Leaden circles dissolved in the air. Is that right? She lived a whole summer inside Mrs Dalloway, and now she only remembers that phrase.
Maybe she'll try London. She can stroll through Bloomsbury. Buy the flowers herself.
"You can't expect everything to just fall in your lap, you know. Your sister would never—"
Well, that's all right. Clare was done listening anyway.
shoves him beneath a wave (Luther; John Luther)
Zoe takes his hand and leads him into the sea, sand clinging to her soft skin. He's helpless in her wake. She's beautiful, and his. She lifts her hands to pull back her dark hair, laughs and falls backward, the water rushing over her face. The sun falls behind a cloud and the breeze turns cold. He waits, hands on hips, but she doesn't rise again.
"Zoe!" he shouts, splashing to where she disappeared. He grabs her hand and pulls her free, water dripping down from her red, red hair.
"Not it," Alice says, and shoves him beneath a wave.
Luke and Leia (Star Wars)
Han spends more time than he probably should staring at Luke and Leia. He tries to find the resemblances between them. Has been trying for years. There's that curve of jaw, but isn't that just shadow? Their noses are nothing alike except that they both have one. Eyes, lips, ears. Maybe it's in the hair. Luke comes home once with dust darkening his, holds his head near his sister's and whispers something to her that makes her laugh.
It's just hair, though. It's just whispers. Two halves of a whole, light and dark. There's nothing more to see. Is there?
He’s just another geek in a comic shop (Castle; Rick Castle)
Sure, Rick gets to go where no novelist has gone before. Sometimes he gets to hold a gun. Okay, one time he got to hold a gun, and Slaughter still leaves mocking voicemails about as often as he gets drunk. There's the swanky loft and the perfect daughter and his ruggedly handsome good looks, too, of course.
Oh, and the super smoking hot girlfriend who also happens to be the smartest detective in the NYPD. But at the end of the day, really, he’s just another geek in a comic shop.
...Signing his new graphic novel. Some guys have all the luck.
muir_wolf's Multi-Fandom Drabble Tree. Figured I'd stop hogging the tree and take a break to post them here instead :)Go see the awesomeness that everyone else is posting! Post some of your own!
she runs (Longmire; Vic Moretti)
She runs.
The sky's different here. Not just how much of it Vic can see, above the prairie, the peaks, no roofs or smokestacks to block it out. It's the clouds. The color. She's used to smears of gray against thin blue, drizzle stinging against her skin as she huffs uphill, smog and smoke and exhaust in her nose.
It really is like living inside an upturned bowl. A deep jewelled blue overhead, her breath drifting up to meet the clouds. It feels like Absaroka County stretches so far away on every side, she'll never hit the end of it.
off to the temp agency (Doctor Who - First Doctor; Barbara Wright)
When they alight in the seventieth century, no amount of coaxing will bring the TARDIS back to life.
Left to their own devices, Ian and the Doctor will simply waste away to nothing arguing over this and that.
Barbara, however, has no intention of letting her bones show through her skin. Nor can she stand Susan's whinging for another second.
"We haven't any more food bars, I know!" she says sharply. A quick scan of the computer printout and she's off to the temp agency.
Someone has to be responsible for a change. Isn't it funny how it's usually her?
bright blue sky (ASOIAF; Ned Stark)
Thunderheads build above the Wolfswood.
Ned remembers a wild thrust at a black shield, his feet flying out from under him. Down into the mud, the blood, the bright blue sky wheeling overhead, ringing in his ears. The pike slamming down. Crunch went the bone, turning his whole arm to stone.
The boy above him—hardly more than a child, too young to Ned's eyes even then—lurched to one side, the trees with him, the very sunlight bending all around the glade.
The rest is lost to time, but for the pull of the storm in an old ache.
Hawkeye opens his mouth (M*A*S*H; Hawkeye Pierce)
It's the damnedest thing.
There are a dozen people staring at him. Dr Hornberger asked a question a second ago, something about emergence delirium, and Hawkeye, apparently, opened his mouth. Words are still spilling out, words he barely knows, words he certainly didn't mean to say.
And now there's a scalpel in his hand. How in the hell did this happen? Who trusts him to do this? The blade parts skin and muscle and this is a dream, isn't it? He'll wake up any minute now in his disgusting room, the Charles frozen outside, tongue fuzzy with last night's whiskey.
she pulls him in and presses her lips against his (Push; Nick Gant)
She pulls him in and presses her lips against his. Nick keeps his eyes closed, pretends to still be sleeping.
Kira sighs. "You're going to miss me when I'm gone."
He will. He always does.
Nick rolls over to bury his face in the pillow. She'll be gone soon, quiet as she came. Once the sun comes up, Cassie will run in, bounce on the mattress at his hip, gibbering like a monkey. Nick will pretend to be grumpy, growling, trying to kick her out.
By the time the sun goes down, it'll be like Kira was never even here.
no better way (the book group; clare pettingill)
"There's no better way than getting out there and doing it yourself," her mother scolds. "Honestly, Clare."
Honestly, Clare. It rings in her head like the bells from St Francis de Sales. The bells, ringing and ringing. Leaden circles dissolved in the air. Is that right? She lived a whole summer inside Mrs Dalloway, and now she only remembers that phrase.
Maybe she'll try London. She can stroll through Bloomsbury. Buy the flowers herself.
"You can't expect everything to just fall in your lap, you know. Your sister would never—"
Well, that's all right. Clare was done listening anyway.
shoves him beneath a wave (Luther; John Luther)
Zoe takes his hand and leads him into the sea, sand clinging to her soft skin. He's helpless in her wake. She's beautiful, and his. She lifts her hands to pull back her dark hair, laughs and falls backward, the water rushing over her face. The sun falls behind a cloud and the breeze turns cold. He waits, hands on hips, but she doesn't rise again.
"Zoe!" he shouts, splashing to where she disappeared. He grabs her hand and pulls her free, water dripping down from her red, red hair.
"Not it," Alice says, and shoves him beneath a wave.
Luke and Leia (Star Wars)
Han spends more time than he probably should staring at Luke and Leia. He tries to find the resemblances between them. Has been trying for years. There's that curve of jaw, but isn't that just shadow? Their noses are nothing alike except that they both have one. Eyes, lips, ears. Maybe it's in the hair. Luke comes home once with dust darkening his, holds his head near his sister's and whispers something to her that makes her laugh.
It's just hair, though. It's just whispers. Two halves of a whole, light and dark. There's nothing more to see. Is there?
He’s just another geek in a comic shop (Castle; Rick Castle)
Sure, Rick gets to go where no novelist has gone before. Sometimes he gets to hold a gun. Okay, one time he got to hold a gun, and Slaughter still leaves mocking voicemails about as often as he gets drunk. There's the swanky loft and the perfect daughter and his ruggedly handsome good looks, too, of course.
Oh, and the super smoking hot girlfriend who also happens to be the smartest detective in the NYPD. But at the end of the day, really, he’s just another geek in a comic shop.
...Signing his new graphic novel. Some guys have all the luck.