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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.
When posting a prompt please format it this way:
fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence.
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on 2010-01-06 12:19 am (UTC)Lucy smiles as the snow falls on her shoulders because she knows that now Peter and all the others will believe her.
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The river is leaking, so Lucy knows that spring is on the way, but for now Peter just needs to get them across the ice bridge before they all fall in.
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Tracking the magical white deer, Peter and Lucy see the lamppost at the same time and wave the others over to look at it.
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on 2010-01-06 03:09 am (UTC)Lucas is the happy drunk in the family, which comes as no great shock--let the wine flow like rivers, he cries out, drinking deep from his goblet and dimpling brightly at whoever catches his eye--and somehow he never drinks so much that he's hurting the next morning, instead as painfully cheerful as always.
Sam is the moody drunk, the one that stares into his goblet for ages and bemoans his lot in life into any willing ear; Peter waxes philosophical, puzzling out the mysteries of nature and life with his golden hair ruffled and his eyes slightly unfocused.
Edmund never has too much to drink; he's good at pretending--he can make himself boisterous or quiet or morose or belligerent, whatever the circumstances demand--but someone must always keep watch, and he always takes that duty upon himself.
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on 2010-01-11 03:44 am (UTC)Mr. Rochester stared at the shadow of the women he married years ago, struggling against her bindings, her eyes starting to bug out of her purpling face... the face that had once caught his eye like none before it.
How could it have come to this, a clearly ailing woman who he could hardly look at seemed to mock his every memory of the beauty he once loved... or did he?
Could he so callously forget such a love in this way if it had ever really been real, turning away from her hideous face trying to quell the nausea he inevitably felt at the site of her... can love become such feelings or were his memories of such bliss a lie; was he trying to deny his repugnance by convincing himself it was in service of his first great love?
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on 2010-01-14 10:23 am (UTC)They've nothing at all in common, but somehow (he pines and she smothers him with kisses) it all works out.
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on 2010-01-07 03:51 am (UTC)After a minute or two Aaron realizes that something new and different and right has happened, but really what he can't figure out (watching comprehension dawn in Dave's eyes before kissing him properly) is why it hasn't happened sooner.
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on 2010-01-06 03:42 am (UTC)(Oh my god. I just watched Mathew Gray Gubler: The Authorized Documentary (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJ3IQZujpuo), and now I kind of want to request MGG/grown-up Anton Yelchin fic, except you might all look at me like I'm a freak or something. XD TOO MUCH AWESOME CONTAINED IN ONE PLACE.)
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on 2010-01-06 04:05 pm (UTC)The two guards are lying unconscious on their backs, hands and feet bound, one with a bloody nose and the other sporting a black eye; Reid and Chekov are sitting on the ground playing cards, and Reid looks up when they enter and smiles, saying, "Thanks for getting the door open for us, guys; we didn't bother because we knew you'd handle that, but we managed to take down the guards with a few distracting statistics and a chair!"
Chekov shrugs and plays another card, saying complacently, "Was easy."
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on 2010-01-06 08:37 pm (UTC)(OKAY. I defy you to watch the episode of Criminal Minds with both of them in it, and then watch MGG's Authorized Documentary, and not want to read fic about both of them. :D ...DON'T JUDGE ME. :D)
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on 2010-01-17 03:44 am (UTC)Eden is perfect. He knows this, and knows that to wish for more than perfection is an affront to the Creator--still, sometimes he wonders what lies beyond the garden walls.
He watches the humans skirting nervously around the Tree of Knowledge and a plan clicks into place.
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on 2010-01-18 06:20 am (UTC)"You want to do the Charleston in a gentleman's club?" Crowley asks in disbelief; Aziraphale is offering him a hand and a disarming smile, but Crowley still doesn't want to believe him.
"Is there a more appropriate place?" the angel says innocently, and Crowley wants to facepalm, but that always gets fingerprints on his sunglasses, and the gesture would be lost on Aziraphale, anyway, so he takes the proffered hand and gets to his feet, thinking that he will surely regret this, but what was a little more entropy in the world?
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on 2010-01-14 12:05 pm (UTC)Her mind reels years ahead to reading stories to her son, telling him about Peter Pan, and she thinks it won't be very different at all from being Mother to the Lost Boys.
Then her baby grabs onto the neck of her hospital gown, grins toothlessly at her, and she realizes that there's a world of difference between pretending and being.
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on 2010-01-25 09:50 pm (UTC)She knows they whisper about her.
But her touch soothes, her presence cheers, and she thinks they would not whisper so if they really knew.
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on 2010-01-11 05:41 pm (UTC)When they come back to London the whole city surrounds her, pressing down until she stumbles into the bathroom and throws up.
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on 2010-01-12 05:07 pm (UTC)"Winter's here," Edmund says, and the boy starts a moment and then nods, jerkily.
"Kay!" someone calls from nearby, and a young girl comes running up to him, tugging at his hands and talking earnestly to him, and Edmund closes his eyes and hears nothing but the echoes of sleigh bells.
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