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perihadionI'm going to take some drabble requests today; I've been in a writing mood lately, and I did say I might do this, so feel free to request any character or pairing from a film, show, book, etc. which you know I'm familiar with, include a prompt if you like, and I will write you a drabble to the best of my abilities.
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Date: 2010-07-05 05:03 pm (UTC)Amy/Eleven, Do What You Wish
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Date: 2010-07-05 05:31 pm (UTC)Wait, is that a quote from The Neverending Story?
the universe exists within the boundaries of your imagination
Date: 2010-07-05 07:55 pm (UTC)"Where to next, then, Pond?" the Doctor asked, sidling up to her. He put his hands in his pockets and stared up at the sky. "Let's see," he said, thoughtful, "we could go to Aïs — it's a deserted planet, but it shimmers quite divinely in the starlight. The only hint that it was ever civilised are the Towers in Mourning — big, huge towers, thousands of feet tall, made of singing glass and situated at the northernmost tip of the planet itself." He paused. "They just stand there, alone in all of the universe until the end of time itself, singing a ghostly lament of a civilisation long turned to dust and forgotten. It's quite sad, and quite, quite beautiful."
Amy turned to face him, "Doctor —"
"Or!" he interjected, "We could go to Luusu — the people there are made of wind. When they dance, they make music purely as a by-product. Well, that's all sound is — just travelling compressions and rarefactions of air." He looked at Amy, who stood between him and the Sun, whose hair was all lit up like her head was on fire and whose eyes burnt with possibility, and continued more thoughtfully, "Perhaps we could go to the Siru Archepelago — a smattering of asteroids, cosmic islands, inhabited by a race of humanoid aliens who shuttle between them on small spacecraft like humans shuttle between islands on rafts. They glow in the light from their star: red, orange, gold — your hair would look quite lovely there, Pond."
Amy mulled this over for a moment, and then said, "Doctor, all of these places you tell me about — do they really exist?"
He smiled that old, young smile at her. "If you want them to," he said.
Amy felt that familiar sense of frustration rise in her. "What does that mean?" she said.
He was still smiling, although he seemed quite serious as he leaned in to her, very close. "It means," he said softly, so close that she could feel his breath against her ear, and she half closed her eyes, "do what you wish."
Amy leaned back only slightly so that she could study his face, brimming with strange wonder. She pushed his hair back out of his face with her fingers, and he didn't pull back. Her heart stalled in her chest. Then, slowly, she leant in and kissed him — this time, gently — on the mouth.
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Date: 2010-07-05 06:16 pm (UTC)Morgana, treading water
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Tess, calm surrender
a change, a choice
Date: 2010-07-05 08:24 pm (UTC)There was a change in the air and she knew it: something old was coming from the West; something new from the East. It was coming out of the hearts of forests, and caves, and waters: the old places of the world, where Morgana felt herself at home. There was a change, and a choice, coming on the wind — and Morgana would have to decide, for herself, for the people around her, what she would do. It was coming very soon, now that her nightmares walked in the day; very soon Morgana would have to make a choice.
But not yet. There was time to stall; there was time to tread water — and as she floated on her back down the river, her hair fanned out all around her, black, against the glimmering water.
sweet surrender
Date: 2010-07-05 10:16 pm (UTC)"Come on, Tess," Lois said, with a smile, "you should have known from experience that you couldn't take me."
"Well," Tess said, wiping a spot of blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, "it is always worth a try." Lois rolled her eyes, and Tess grinned; yes: it was always worth a tussle with Lois Lane.
Lois took one hand from the gun and held it out to Tess, "Just give me the key and I will be on my way." Tess tilted her head, and then drew the small silver key from her pocket. She put it into Lois's palm, but held on to the other woman's hand tight.
"Did you ever think," she said, "about working with me, just this once?"
Lois smiled. "No," she said. "I never thought about that." She snatched her hand away, and turned to leave — and just this once, Tess was willing to let her go.
Re: sweet surrender
Date: 2010-07-06 04:25 am (UTC)It was coming out of the hearts of forests, and caves, and waters: the old places of the world, where Morgana felt herself at home.
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"No," she said. "I never thought about that."
Perfect, just perfect.
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Date: 2010-07-05 06:38 pm (UTC)I'll have to be predictable too, but maybe with a twist. Feel free to substitute or alter as you wish though.
Lana: Oliver
Solitude
the things which might have been
Date: 2010-07-06 01:08 am (UTC)"So," she said, when he reached her, "what brings you to Gotham City?"
He put his hand down on the counter, and looked sidelong at her. "I came to see a man about a bat."
"You too, huh?" she said.
"Oh, you too?"
She smiled.
"Well, this is nice," he said, "two old friends, running into each other like this. Yeah," he addressed the bartender now, "can I get a Scotch and another one of whatever she's having."
"Thanks," she said, watching him carefully.
"Yeah, well," he said, "what are old friends for?"
They sat in reflective silence with their drinks for a while, and then Oliver said, "Lana, can I ask you something personal?"
She pressed her lips together. "OK."
"Do you ever regret it?" he said, "Taking the Prometheus suit and the road it's taken you down?"
Lana ran her fingers around the edge of her glass contemplatively. "If I hadn't taken it," she said slowly, "I could have been with Clark, but —" she paused, and breathed in, steadying herself, "I don't know that things would have worked out between us. I have a strange sense of perspective about all of this, finally; I feel that everything which has happened to me was somehow inevitable."
Oliver half-smiled, and took a sip of his drink. "He's with Lois now," he said, bluntly.
"I heard," Lana responded. "I heard, and —" she smiled, but her eyes were sad, "I'm jealous," she blurted out, "I am. I'm bitter that things worked out this way. I'm glad that he's happy but I still think, sometimes, that it just isn't fair." She sighed. "I think I always knew, in my heart, that things would pan out like this — not necessarily that he would end up with Lois, but that things would fall apart between us for some reason or other. Destiny crashed over us like a great wave, and neither of us could swim against it for long." She was tracing patterns on the surface of the bar now. "I think that's what I'm fighting for," she said, after a moment, "— a world where a nice girl like Lana Lang can meet a nice boy like Clark Kent, and they can settle down together and live an idyllic life together — a world where neither Lana Lang or Clark Kent has to fight."
Oliver nodded. "But you're lonely."
"Yes," she confessed, "I am lonely. I am completely alone in the world now but — you know, I never felt more alone than when I was with Lex, when I knew that everyone in the world was lying to me, even Clark — especially Clark."
"Yeah," he said. "Well, that's nice. It's nice that you feel you have something to fight for."
"Not you?"
"Yeah, I don't know. When I first started this whole gig I used to kid myself it was for wholly selfless reasons. Truth is? I used to like feeling like a hero. Now, I don't know."
"I think you're being a little hard on yourself."
He said nothing.
Lana shifted in her seat so that she was facing him, and put her hand on his arm. "Oliver, even if you just started it to feel good about yourself — the amount of effort you put in: nobody does that for something they don't care all that much about. I don't know everything that's happened but I think you do real good in the world. You know," she paused, and took a deep breath, "you know, not everybody can be Clark. I used to think I could — that's why I started doing all of this, that's why I took the suit — but now I understand that I can't be anybody but myself. I can't do this Clark's way, I have to do it my way. I can't beat myself up because sometimes I make mistakes and do things he wouldn't do — it doesn't mean that I should just give up altogether."
Oliver said nothing for a few minutes, and looked down into his drink. Then he said, "You know, Lana, you talk a lot of sense these days."
"I've had a lot of time to think," she said. "Like I said: perspective."
"But you're lonely," he said, for the second time that evening.
"Yes," she said. "I'm lonely."
He nodded, slowly. "Yeah, me too."
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Date: 2010-07-06 05:00 am (UTC)Destiny crashed over us like a great wave, and neither of us could swim against it for long."
That sound? My heart breaking - but in a good and satisfied way.
Thank you so so much, my talented friend. *hugs*
I hope you don't mind me pimping this.
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Date: 2010-07-06 10:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-05 06:46 pm (UTC)(That is all.)
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Date: 2010-07-06 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-12 09:20 pm (UTC)"That's all right," River said, "I had a nice conversation with a man from the 89th Century. He had some very interesting suggestions for me."
"Yeah, I'll bet he did," Lois said, taking a seat at the bar. "Barkeep!"
The bartender - a tall, slim young girl with fiery red hair - sidled up to them. "Yes?"
"I'll have a beer," Lois said, taking her purse out.
The bartender raised a sceptical eyebrow, and crossed her arms. "You come all the way to the end of the universe, and you're asking for a beer?" she said, with a lilting Scottish accent.
"Hey!" Lois said, defensive, "I'm spending the evening with River Song." She glanced at River, who was smiling, and then back at the bartender. "I'm pacing myself."
"All right," the bartender said, unconvinced.
"Amy, dear," River said, as Amy poured Lois's drink out into a glass, "how do you keep a job with an attitude like that?"
Amy smiled, "You know I had some very good credentials," she said, with a wink in Lois's direction.
"Oh, you two know each other?" Lois asked.
"Amy used to travel with the Doctor," River said. "Now she works here at Milliways."
"Service with sarcasm," Amy said. "It makes a nice change from all the running."
"Well, I'm Lois Lane," Lois said, stretching her hand out over the bar.
Amy took it, and shrugged. "We've met," she said.
"We have?" Lois said.
Amy grinned, "We will have."
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Date: 2010-07-27 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-27 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-12 09:21 pm (UTC)EDIT: Also, I notice now that you said meeting Lois rather than what I warped it to in my head which was "River Song and Lois". Sigh.
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Date: 2010-07-05 08:26 pm (UTC)Well, I was driving home today and doing a bit of wool gathering on the way. I'm re-reading Possession and there's a line in it where Christabel teasingly accuses Ashe of being in love with the whole world, and he tells her that he's in love with her and therefore the world by extension because she's in it. What I'm trying to say is, I'd really like a drabble where Clark looks at the world and sees it in light of Lois being in it, and how her presence makes it different.
If that's not too indecipherable or ridiculous, that would be lovely :)
don't be shy, you learn to fly
Date: 2010-08-18 10:23 pm (UTC)But when the Sun set over the cornfields like that, Clark couldn't be sad that he had moved on -- because it was the most beautiful sunset he had ever seen in his life, and he had had to leave and come back in the knowledge that he would leave again soon to find it. The whole world was aglow, and Clark had never seen it before, because the world had never glowed quite like this before. The world had never glowed like this for him before he had realised what Lois was about; Clark had never realised that there could be a creature quite so wonderful as Lois Lane in the world -- and now he knew, he knew that the world was a much more beautiful place than he had ever given it credit for (and even when it was dark, it glowed).
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Date: 2010-07-05 11:38 pm (UTC)now i'm darker than the deepest sea
Date: 2010-08-18 11:07 pm (UTC)They were lying on the grass side by side and on their backs, pressed against the surface of an unfamiliar planet, staring out into a sky filled from edge to edge with stars, and rocks, and dust, and nothing.
River didn't look at Amy but just continued staring out in to space with a smile on her face. "Why?" she said, "Do you?"
"I used to," Amy said; "I used to get sad all the time before the Doctor came back for me. Now I have everything I ever wanted."
"But you still get sad," River said, still smiling.
"Sometimes," Amy said, "because I know this can't last forever." She leant back and stared out into the sky, "The suns will rise tomorrow, and the Doctor will come back with the Tardis, and we won't be lying out like this any more. Then we'll have adventures, and it will be fantastic -- and all the while we'll be getting closer and closer to the time when it all has to end, and I never want it to end."
"All rivers reach the ocean," River said, "in the end."
"So you don't mind?" Amy said.
"Oh, I didn't say that," River said, with a laugh, leaning on her side to look at Amy.
"It's just," Amy said, "I know that he'll leave us all eventually. Then what will we have?"
River reached out and stroked Amy's hair out of her face. "Each other," she said, pressing her lips to Amy's forehead.
Re: now i'm darker than the deepest sea
Date: 2010-08-19 07:32 am (UTC)This is amazing.
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Date: 2010-08-21 08:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 09:05 pm (UTC)