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[scribblemyname]

Scribbling for prompts...



Accounting for Redemption

"Do you think God could ever redeem us after the things we've done?" He worded it carefully, threw it out right as he pulled out of his stretches and picked up the throwing knives.

Shift turned, glanced over her shoulder, but finished her own stretches before answering with exaggerated patience. "Justus. You're asking the wrong person."

How Many Ways Can You Make Me Bleed?

It wasn't any one particular mind that gave David pause, regardless of what he was willing to admit out loud. It was a particular kind of mind. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. What was nature thinking when it made him?

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"You're the only operative we have available who knows how to infiltrate the Red Room for extraction of our compromised agent."

He stopped cold behind Phillipa, making her pause and look at him. Nikolai noted the shadows under Agent Coulson's eyes, the absolute conviction in them that he would agree.

"No."

"It's Barton."

Comments

[lithiumlaughter.livejournal.com]

These are all fantastic. The first two are beautiful little snippets of things. The third...well, you know how I feel about that. Heh.

I'm working on something for you too. I'm not sure if I really like it right now, but we'll see. I may start something new. There will be something though, I can promise you that.

[scribblemyname]

Thank you! "Accounting for Redemption" is now up on the comments thread, but I'll clean it up and post it on my site soon too. As for the larger Red Room piece, um... working.

And I'm not compulsively checking for updates every so often to see if your piece is ready for reading yet. The one thing I'm absolutely sure of is I will love it. :grins: But I'll be patient. Promise.

Not quite yet...

[lithiumlaughter.livejournal.com]

Well, there was at least one salvageable chunk from one attempt...

While it wasn't a secret that Colleen had gone through the system and lived in an orphanage for a time, she'd spoken to Nikolai about the necessity of keeping your head down, eyes open, and making sure you got the top bunk in the far corner, right next to the window that was always unlocked.
(Collie was a light sleeper who didn't like being in rooms where she couldn't see exits.)
It was common knowledge that Nikolai was the product of an experimental Russian military training program, but it was Colleen who knew he dreamt of ash where houses used to be and hands on his shoulder guiding him in to anonymous buildings full of doctors and questions and red banners.
(Niko had one rule in terms of his work -- any method except arson.)

Let this tide you over as I work on the more substantial piece of something-something. :)

Re: Not quite yet...

[scribblemyname]

Your parentheses are what gut-punch me here. Love, love, love...

Done with my other prompt pieces. Now to write something good enough to show you with this Red Room bit. I feel more research coming on. :cracks knuckles:

Re: Not quite yet...

[lithiumlaughter.livejournal.com]

I'm going to quote you here: you know I'll love it.

And now, looking at this, I think I may actually pull that chunk back out play with it. Hmmm....