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This is a challenge where you answer a prompt with a fic consisting of only three sentences. It's open to all fandoms and you can post and answer as many prompts as you like. Only one prompt per comment please.
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on 2009-12-08 11:57 pm (UTC)He was sitting quietly by the bar listening to the blond man telling him all about his mistakes over brandy and scotch; that was after all why he was there, to listen and tell him that no one is perfect, but that everyone can be forgiven.
Later, when Draco grows silent Edmund will tell him his story, and tell him how doing anything to protect your family can never be wrong, no matter what.
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Okay... this was a little weird. Hopefully it makes some kind of sense.
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on 2009-12-09 01:22 am (UTC)"Really," is all he says, but she is watching him so intensely it makes him feel open to the world.
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on 2009-12-24 07:01 am (UTC)She asks if it will work and the old man replies, "Oh my yes; Leela, you can't be asking me to design a raygun that isn't powered by cheese-- you of all people should know enough history to understand that," and he blinks at her owlishly.
Leela scowls; "I know," she says, and then sighs wistfully, continuing, "I was just hoping for cheddar, because it has a little more bite."
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I'd apologize for the pun BUT I REGRET NOTHING. :D
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on 2009-12-08 10:54 pm (UTC)I did not live until today
on 2009-12-09 04:38 pm (UTC)And in an echoing magic-less place that is somehow enchantment, the spell takes hold: she’s holding her breath and spilling her tears by the first death (she forgot a handkerchief somehow and Ted holds out his sleeve); silently painting the pulsing song about red and black and angry men in her memory ( he says that whenever he hears it, it’s as if he can cast out every bit of prejudice and evil in his two worlds ); treasuring her uncommonly fanciful sigh as a young man sings to the one he loves, and another girl walks in the cold (Not really crucial to the whole plot, Ted grouses; and she sends him a Black glare, to which he tries not to grin so widely ); watching blameless souls give all they were to a world they would never see ( something as-yet-definable stirs in her when she watches them go down the way they choose, and Ted’s gaze on her is avid and solemn; she feels sure he is knowing her more than he would ever say in that moment. )
Magic, don’t you see? he finally turns to her, the harmony of the final act swelling over both of them; his elation at the look on her face so brilliant in the dark; and Andromeda laughs and quotes, And yet with you my world has started, pulling him to her and kissing him hard as the curtains close.
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on 2009-12-09 03:16 am (UTC)It should be Susan at his side, by all rights, Susan who is closest to him in age and holds her bow like her hands have always been made to carry it; but she quirks her lips wryly and says, "Of course Ed's your right hand, she's the only one of us mad enough to follow you wherever you'll go."
It's a lie, of course--all of them will follow Peter without a thought, because they trust him with every bone in their body--but she's right about one thing: Ed's the only one mad enough for this; for almost as long as she's been alive, Ed has made antagonism her interaction of choice, always so full of helpless energy and inexplicable fury at the world's injustices that she cannot set right (the biggest injustice she sees is, of course, that she was born a girl when things would be so much easier otherwise).
Peter looks at his wild sister, chin set stubbornly, eyes flashing black and furious, small hand white-knuckled on the hilt of her sword, and he knows there's no one else he would rather have by his side.
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on 2009-12-09 02:57 am (UTC)Summer's always been sweaty (she doesn't sweat: she glistens) and boring and a nonstop battle with the humidity over her hair, and sure, she looks great in a bikini, but skin as delicate as hers tends to burn, you know?
And this summer starts out the same way, but soon enough it's the taste of pudding pop on Steven's lips and lying on the hood of the Camino under the stars while the Stones play in the background and washing-the-camino turning into squeals-and-spraying-water and discovering that sweat can be kinda sexy after all--and she realizes that she wants this summer to last forever.
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on 2009-12-08 11:22 pm (UTC)best shakes!ship ever?
on 2009-12-09 01:54 am (UTC)He must to be torn down--down to my level--a level raging with the lustful deeds of the wicked.
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on 2009-12-09 01:27 am (UTC)"...That is highly illogical," Spock decides.
"There it is!" the boy suddenly yells, and illogically rises into the air and flies after it, only to logically crash into the wall.
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on 2009-12-09 03:31 am (UTC)"You silly boy, they're not dead - they've merely gone mad," she says, with the air of calmly repeating to a child that two and two is four, but of course they both know that what's been done to the Longbottoms might as well be death.
He raises his wand to curse her and he actually can curse her because he's filled with enough hate; she screams and screams and he knows that it is good.
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on 2009-12-09 05:23 am (UTC)"Okay," Jack says slowly, hands out in a placating gesture, ignoring how Gwen on his periph was gesturing frantically in a 'do you want us to get rid of this madman with the glasses and the blue box' sort of way, "maybe we should re-think our strategy a bit more before we shoot."
"No, Jack, maybe you shouldn't shoot at all - have you seen the SCRATCH, on MY TARDIS?!"
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on 2009-12-18 02:34 pm (UTC)For all that he knows that, though, it seems some part of him never listened; because he sees Sonny and thinks it seems so wrong for his son to look so still, and all he can say is "Look how they massacred my boy."
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on 2009-12-12 03:23 am (UTC)Once, they set out on a Friday afternoon when they both don't have classes, and by the time they return to the castle, it is dark.
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