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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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fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence.
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on 2010-01-11 09:11 pm (UTC)Pavel got a good look at him then, a mysterious man clad in black, with a cape, a broad hat, and leather gloves, and watched as he turned and spurred his black steed into the pack of thieves, drawing his rapier and disarming them of their guns before slashing an S-shape into the back of one's vest and driving them out of town to the east.
"Yo mayo," cried young Pavel, "who was that masked man?" and the ladies leaning out the window of the tavern behind him swooned and sighed, "El Sulu!"
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on 2010-01-11 01:04 am (UTC)Don't have to include actual quote *g*
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on 2010-01-11 01:21 am (UTC)Chekov sighs, "Hikaru, you need to stop worrying so much," he sighs, "how long have I been security chief, and when have I ever gotten myself hurt? I know how to take care of myself, and I know how to take care of you, so you can enjoy yourself."
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on 2010-01-11 02:53 am (UTC)Kirk/Sulu
on 2010-01-11 07:07 pm (UTC)"With all due respect, Captain," Sulu interrupted, breathing hard, "I can think of better uses for your mouth right now than discussing the finer points of armed versus unarmed combat training."
"Noted, Lieutenant," replied Kirk with a grin, and their mouths clashed together, continuing the battle with tongues.
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on 2010-01-11 08:35 pm (UTC)Jim's on an adrenaline high, a boring away mission somehow ended up in a combat situation and yeah he's fairly sure his arm is broken but Bones will fix that, he's just glad that Sulu and Spock were with him because the odds weren't always that good.
Bones doesn't bother with a lecture this time, it's pretty hard to keep loving someone who can't or won't accept that they actually matter, Jim enjoys the quiet as Bones fixes his arm, Pike will give them hell when he reads the report but he enjoyed the little skirmish, made him feel alive.
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on 2010-01-11 08:23 pm (UTC)Mickey tries to cheer her up and doesn't even get a smile, when she does eventually talk it's words here and there between sobs and he instinctively hugs her, she's grateful for the touch and lifts her head to look at him "could you just hold me please?"
Mickey nods and wipes away her tears, she curls up next to him with her head on his chest and his arm around her, she still dreams of the Doctor but when she wakes Mickey's there to calm her down and knowing he's there makes it safe for her to close her eyes again.
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on 2010-01-11 03:18 pm (UTC)Bessie looked down at the young girl, it was almost as if she had gained a new sense of understanding after Jane's outburst the night before; she was a small girl holding so much pain inside... she almost reminded her of years ago when Bessie too had been filled with fear and pain, never being able to trust anyone around her... she would make it better for Jane.
Jane laid her head down onto her pillow and held out her hand... she drifted off almost as soon as the warmth of Bessie's hand filled her own.
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on 2010-01-11 03:22 pm (UTC)The only image in her mind as she shut the door behind her was his face, filled with anger, rage and sadness, yelling her name, waiting for her response.
"No, Jane, you have to go" she told herself as her heart tried to change the course she knew she must take... the road that took her far away from the man and the burning love that would surround her heart for eternity.
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on 2010-01-11 03:29 pm (UTC)St. John was a cold man, more stone than flesh, set in his decision to marry her not for love... but for her ability as a missionary's wife... it's as if he were choosing which mule could best bear the weight of his plow... it was below insulting, it was just purely cold... a life of ice if she said yes.
Her mind circled around to the life she had last been offered: a life that would strip her of any self worth she had left and throw her into the deep pit of sin and desire... she had wanted to step into this fire but had managed to run before it consumed her soul... this left Jane wondering... was she to meet more fire at the next turn, or a world of blazing white ice?
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on 2010-01-16 05:52 pm (UTC)"You know what it's like," Jim begins, breaking the silence sharply, "when you're thrown into something you have no idea how to work with, and even though you might want it you still feel like you're drowning?"
Eustace looks at him thoughtfully, tilts his head; "Yes," he says slowly, "I do know a little of what that's like."
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on 2010-01-11 05:00 am (UTC)in which I cheat and add a fourth sentence
on 2010-01-11 05:10 pm (UTC)Not her normal dreams, the ones that are messes filled with what she's been doing the past few days, but real dreams, vivid with the colors of another world, where a woman stands wild eyed and beautiful, holding her hand out.
"Come with me, Susan," she says, and Susan always comes, almost running the last few steps, trying to get there before she wakes up.
(She never quite does.)
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on 2010-01-11 10:34 am (UTC)CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN FEMALE CHARACTER
on 2010-01-11 06:59 pm (UTC)"Well I... I just... I wanted a new look in time for Regionals," she mumbled, embarrassed.
"If a new look is what you wanted, you should have come to me first - you want to look like a diva, you gotta act like a diva, and I know the finer points of glam diva-hood," he said with an eyebrow raise and a knowing smile, "so watch and learn."
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on 2010-01-11 02:51 pm (UTC)Caspian asks her quietly, "What is it she's missing?" while watching Ed with a concerned frown; Lucy clenches her jaw when Ed closes her eyes and turns her face up to the sky, looking as vulnerable as Lucy's ever seen her, and for the first time Lucy doubts Aslan's wisdom--where is the wisdom in causing her beloved sister to hurt like this?
"Her heart," Lucy says, and sends a fervent plea toward Aslan to fix this.
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on 2010-01-13 12:32 am (UTC)“They’re looking at me like I’m some kind of pervert,” the doctor moaned, ashamed, “Guys are afraid to come down for their monthly checkups and I can’t say I blame them.”
Pavel stroked his friend’s cheek, loving the touch of his stubble and he answered softly, “Leonard, this is vhat I want – if it vere not, don’t think I vouldn’t have slapped you, that first time.”
Leonard smiled then, and squeezed his hand, “I’m glad you’re here, kid, because I didn’t know a fellow could be this happy and this is something I never knew I wanted.”
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on 2010-01-11 07:21 pm (UTC)One time after they've just hurried their way out of hostile territory and it's the middle of the night, and Chekov has had maybe eight hours of sleep in the last three days, he looks down at his hands and realizes they are shaking so badly he has to ball them into fists and hide them behind his back; they're all safe and everything is fine, but the only thing that runs through his mind is what if?; he finds an empty corridor and brings his hands up to rub his eyes, whispers to himself, "I cannot--I cannot do this."
"Yes you can," he hears behind him, and he turns to see Captain Kirk, who looks exhausted but is smiling at him warmly, and Chekov says desperately, "But how do you know?"; the Captain lays a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, and tells him, "You're brilliant, but more importantly this ship and its crew are as much your family as they are mine; that's why I know that you'll always find a way to keep us safe."
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on 2010-01-14 10:04 am (UTC)They were once so passionate, so idealistic; they would while away sunlit hours talking about the future, about change, about their part in it. In the gardens of Camelot and the beaches of Cair Paravel, they planned grand plans and dreamed great dreams.
Time is always hardest on the ones with stars in their eyes.
Time passes and finds one lost to the madness that comes of knowing too much, the other stranded in a once-familiar world and a once-familiar body. In Camelot, Arthur takes the throne with Merlin and Guinevere at his side (Lancelot lurks just beyond, a specter of tragedy to come); in Cair Paravel, four thrones sit empty while wolves roam the royal halls and the stone walls crumble into the sea.
Nothing remains of the girls for whom the future was a blank page; now it is a prison.
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on 2010-01-11 10:10 pm (UTC)"It feels like a lifetime ago!" Bran says, friendly but a little distant, and the alcohol in his blood lets Will's gaze linger on pale skin and tawny eyes.
One lifetime too many, he thinks, and just smiles quietly in reply.
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on 2010-01-11 07:30 pm (UTC)Irene smirks, mouth crimson and full; Mary knows exactly why her hands are fumbling, knows exactly how distracting it is when she sits on Irene's bed like that, invitation clear in every line of her body.
It would astound the good Doctor Watson if he knew what a passionate creature lay waiting inside the woman he imagined to be so proper--but perhaps he would not know how to awaken that creature, too caught up in his own troubles and repressed desire for Holmes; Irene, however, knows thoroughly how to bring Mary to life, and enjoys every moment of it; if Watson cannot appreciate this beautiful woman, then more the fool he--and all the better for Irene.
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on 2010-01-12 04:50 pm (UTC)This is what their enemies see: a devil-woman who makes the night her shadow-cloak and moves people about like they are chess pieces created to do her bidding, a foully wicked temptress who seduces their men away from their plans, a two-faced whore who is always pretending, always wears a mask.
This is what Peter sees: his sister, young and achingly vulnerable at times behind the strong impassive front she puts up, the one who understands him with as little effort as it takes to breathe, his strong arm and his best friend, with more inner courage than he thinks he will ever have; he sees the way she wakes in the morning, drowsy and rumpled and unguarded, smiling at him the way she has her whole life--shy and bright, like she's the happiest she's ever been right there with Peter; it's a secret smile that no one sees--except the one for whom it is meant.
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