365 Challenge: Time, Love, and Scars

[scribblemyname]

This entry is part 18 of 18 in the series 365 Challenge

Two drabbles, a double-drabble, and a poem. Thanks for the prompts, y'all! Keep 'em coming.

Scarred

Canon: Alliance
Characters/Pairing: Hayley Lamar, Kade Broussard
Prompt: not in love
Rating: T
Notes:

So I hadn’t meant for this to be so depressing and horrible, but um… There it is in black and white—the reason Hayley is the way she is.

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She's not in love. Really.

Hayley isn’t the kind of woman to be in denial, but she’s never liked a problem she doesn’t know how to untangle.

   

Poetry is Fire

Canon: Alliance
Characters/Pairing: Gideon Thompson, Shelley Huntington
Prompt: books
Rating:
Notes:

A double-drabble.

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Arsonists aren't supposed to be into literature.

Shelley wants a book; so does the local troublemaker.

   

Ever in Love

Canon: Mirror
Characters/Pairing: Jada, Ever
Prompt: what about love?
Rating:
Notes:

I wanted a plethora of quick drabbles. This is one of the few pieces that didn’t look liked I crammed a short into a flash. It’s also the first finished prose snippet of the world. Yay.

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Why did she have to look like she belonged there?

Ever’s friend comes down to his shop, perches on his desk, examines the space station parts he sells. He just wishes she came for him.

   

at my back I always hear

Poem
16 lines

bound by spheres of glass // as the songbirds sing // they growing ever younger

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Comments

[pygmymuse.livejournal.com]

Oh, poor Hayley. :(

and... Poor Ever.

[scribblemyname]

I'm glad the stories worked—even if they weren't exactly happy. :hugs: Thanks for commenting!

[pygmymuse.livejournal.com]

Not everything is happy.

I felt bad for them, both for different reasons. When Luna went dark on me, I swear that's what she kept hinting at, and I admit, I shied away from it as much as I could. Unfortunately, it's a reality to far too many, and so... poor Hayley. She says it so simply, but it's so... not simple and far more horrible... but we still get that sense even with her words.

And Ever... well, his pain is different, but still... one can sympathize with it and his hesitant approach to find out how she feels.

[scribblemyname]

I kept wanting to write a good reply to this because it just resonates for me, but I'll have to just say, yes, this. You articulated it better than I could. Unless you count the story itself.

[pygmymuse.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I needed something more than my original comment, too, not that I thought it was all that articulate what I did say.

[pygmymuse.livejournal.com]

I remembered, since this had the "keep the prompts coming" on the top, that I'd meant to try and pass along something that was actually poetry, since you like that so much.

Me, I write pathetic poetry and don't get the poetry I read most of the time, but there's this movie I like that involves a pair of poets and it was based on a book, so I bought the book (still prefer the movie since there's some stuff in the book that was edited out for the movie and I would rather have it edited out, personally) but I digress.

I think I like the last stanza the best, but I'm weird that way.

Anyway, this is from Possession, by A.S. Byatt, one of the poems by the character Christabel LaMotte.

Who are you?
Here on a high shelf
In webbed flask I
Hook up my folded self
Bat-leather dry

Who were you?
The gold god goaded me
Sang shrieking sang high
His heat corroded me
Not mine his cry.

What do you see?
I saw the firmament
Steady the sky
I saw the cerement
Close Caeser's eye.

What do you hope?
Desire is a dowsed fire
True love a lie
To a dusty shelf we aspire
I crave to die.

[scribblemyname]

Ooh! Thank you! :dumps in subconscious and orders muse to work:

[pygmymuse.livejournal.com]

:) You're welcome.

Hope that helps inspire something.

Filled

[scribblemyname]

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