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16 February 2005 @ 02:32 am
I could do with some distractions, right about now.  
So I'm going to list some last lines from my stories, and if anything moves you, you can write me a ficlet. It'll be fun, I promise.

For me, anyway.

She wonders what signs Buffy will leave behind.

Maybe he’d just been waiting for Ray to thaw out a little.

"Ray, do you ever have trouble sleeping?"

And neither of them would say anything. They wouldn't have to.

When he looks up, it´s snowing

He endures, and that´s no small thing, he tells himself. It´s no small thing.

And the clock ticks on, hands slipping future-ward as two men make love in the tilted room.

He never dies. Nightmares never do.

He smiles – it’s going to be a good spring after all.

“Jonah,” it says, “Jonah.”

And this is what *you* are like in the rain.

He never knew heartbreak was filled with such stillness.

The moon pushes its way up through the thick orange of the sunset, and Clark's happy –just as he is.

He stayed that way until mornings, eyes open. Unsteady under layers of blankets, watching sun rise – alone.

She puts down the top of her convertible, and presses her foot firmly on the accelerator, and doesn't think about anything as she drives toward Smallville -- as she drives toward home.

Lex pants at the ceiling and rolls over, alone in his bridal bed.

And if you're not up to doing that, that's cool. But you know, if you maybe wanted to say something like "Lindsey and Angel are SO HOT OMG" or "I <3 Ioan Gruffudd" or just anything positive that makes you smile, that'd be neat. I need to cheer up a little before I can even thinking about dealing with my day.
 
 
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BUT HARRY STYLES: E by calatheaestrella30 on February 16th, 2005 06:25 pm (UTC)
I heart your last lines.

And I heart you.

And I watched Friday Night Lights! eeeeeeeeeeeee!! Boys! Sweaty boys! Being perfect! And sweating! But prettily!!

*twirls you*

*kisses you, giggles and runs away*
pure FORESHADOWING: ak/hh unsinkable - crazyperfumenifra_idril on February 16th, 2005 07:50 pm (UTC)
*snugs you* I heart you, and Boobie.
lynnmonsterlynnmonster on February 16th, 2005 06:42 pm (UTC)
When he looks up, it´s snowing.

He hasn't had to deal with snow yet -- Chicago's cycled through a sticky summer and a wistful fall and a lot of really cold days -- but it's not really winter till it snows, and it's snowing now.

He takes a deep breath and, over the exhaust and smog and restaurant garbage, he smells something clean and sharp. Little delicate ice crystals sting his stubbled cheeks and chin and then melt, leaving his face damp.

Fraser might have smiled, if he'd been here.
Qqe2 on February 16th, 2005 07:28 pm (UTC)
meep.
pure FORESHADOWING: angelina sexnifra_idril on February 16th, 2005 07:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, that's so pretty -- and *sad*. I don't know why, but I read that like Fraser's dead. That may just be my mental state, but it made me cover my mouth and say, "Oh" a few times at the hurt of it. Gah, so good.
lynnmonsterlynnmonster on February 17th, 2005 02:40 am (UTC)
Oh, damn -- NO, that's not what I meant at all! Just, Ray in Chicago, while Fraser is not.

And, um, I somehow skimmed over the "positive" part of your request... oops?

*hugs*
Half of what I say is meaninglessfarwing on February 17th, 2005 03:27 am (UTC)
I also read it as Fraser being dead. Lovely and sad and dead. *sniffle*
sprat: rayk by tararsprat on February 16th, 2005 08:07 pm (UTC)
Oh, ouch. Pretty, pretty ouch.
shayheyred: Subtextshayheyred on February 16th, 2005 06:58 pm (UTC)
Well I don't know if they cheered Nifra up, but they sure as hell made ME feel a lot perkier.
pure FORESHADOWING: johnny sexnifra_idril on February 16th, 2005 07:52 pm (UTC)
*hugs back* Thank you, hon. Pretty men are always a good pick me up.
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pure FORESHADOWING: ak/hh unsinkable - crazyperfumenifra_idril on February 16th, 2005 07:53 pm (UTC)
I really, really *love* this. "Perfectly viable currency" -- gah, that's so good and perfect. It makes me do a little squirmy dance of happy. Thank you, hon. *hugs you*
Qqe2 on February 16th, 2005 07:27 pm (UTC)
not ficcing again yet, but...
I <3 Ioan Gruffudd.

Dude. BIGTIME. I watch the end of Titanic just to see him in that bloody rowboat, I do.
pure FORESHADOWING: Clark RHPSnifra_idril on February 16th, 2005 07:49 pm (UTC)
Re: not ficcing again yet, but...
I always forget that's him. I mean - I know it intellectually, but if you were to ask me if Ioan Gruffudd is in Titanic, I think I'd probably say no at first.

I haven't seen that movie since I was, like, 12. Maybe it's time again. Although, this is giving me a weird desire to hear that Celine Dion song. (After all, I - like all girls of the right age - for a while felt that Celine was singing my soul, and that 'my love would go on, and on').
when she smiles it's like a revelation: Snugfox1013 on February 16th, 2005 07:32 pm (UTC)
Are we supposd to use your last lines as our first lines? Or as our last lines? Or as something else entirely?

And also, you need to at least give me a fandom to work with. That's playing fair-er.
pure FORESHADOWING: absolut!nifra_idril on February 16th, 2005 07:47 pm (UTC)
Hmm. Okay, fandom: Angel. And as for the lines - first, or last, or middle, or whatever works best for you. *snugs you*
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on February 16th, 2005 07:32 pm (UTC)
The rain pelts against the roof in stuttering rhythms. You stand just inside the open door, watching Ray walk up the long driveway. There is rain in his hair, his eyelashes, sliding down his cheeks. He looks up at you and smiles, and you step out further, onto the porch. The back of one hand reaches up to brush water from his forehead; he looks like a silverfish, wading through the water to reach you. He stops, looks up at the sky and opens his mouth; head tilted back and neck bare and pale, water running into the collar of his t-shirt.

You walk down the steps, toward him, even as his hand stretches toward you, even while he licks at the drops falling into his mouth. You touch his shoulder, and he turns to you; his eyes say 'I love you' and his fingers wrapped around yours say 'yes'.

You look down at your hand in his, at the rain sliding between your clasped palms, at the red wool of your sleeve turning dark with water. You look at his fingers laced with yours, and then you look up at Ray; you smile back and tilt your head to the sky. And this is what *you* are like in the rain.
pure FORESHADOWING: broken supermannifra_idril on February 16th, 2005 07:53 pm (UTC)
This is gorgeous. Thank you, hon. *snugs*
the opposite of batmanpearl_o on February 16th, 2005 08:28 pm (UTC)
Fraser and Ray are really really hot. Plus they're totally in love. I bet right now they're up in Canada in their little cabin, and Fraser's asleep because he's been out on patrol for a couple of days, and Ray is walking around being real quiet so Fraser can sleep, because Fraser's exhausted. And Fraser's kind of stubbley and messy looking, and once in a while Ray looks over at him and watches him for a second and smiles, and then he goes back to doing his stuff. Probably the whole time Fraser was away he was making up arguments in his head with him, because the Fraser in his Ray's head when he's alone is always bickering with him, like all the most annoying points of Fraser, so when Fraser's been away for a couple days and Ray's been all alone, by the end Ray's always ready for a fight. But then Fraser gets back for real, and he's right there, and Ray kind of forgets all the reasons he was pissed.
Half of what I say is meaninglessfarwing on February 17th, 2005 03:31 am (UTC)
*loves you for this*
pure FORESHADOWING: big pimpin'nifra_idril on February 17th, 2005 09:03 pm (UTC)
You're so good. I love you. *hugs*
the opposite of batmanpearl_o on February 18th, 2005 11:21 pm (UTC)
I love *you*!
Tiny Timmy Tokyo: sv - now you're lit up by the cityslodwick on February 16th, 2005 09:22 pm (UTC)
I saw some ep of Angel yesterday that was totally Lindsey-centric, and I totally thought of you every time he was onscreen. That, and how incredibly drunk he was when I met him.
pure FORESHADOWING: open sky - crazy perfumenifra_idril on February 17th, 2005 09:04 pm (UTC)
Me + Drunk Lindsey = Best train of thought ever.

*smiles dreamily and snugs you*
digitalwavedigitalwave on February 16th, 2005 10:50 pm (UTC)
Mid-Winter
He endures, and that´s no small thing, he tells himself. It´s no small thing. Easing out of bed he tries not to wake Martha. Clark's night was filled with nightmares again last night so none of them got much sleep. He wonders again, for the thousandth time, what kind of people stuff a baby in a closed, dark place? It's no wonder the little guy wakes up screaming.

Moving quietly down the hall he stops outside of his son's room. Peeking in the door, he sees him, small body curled in a knot in the center of the bed, clutching the bear Martha had sown for him out of two of their old shirts. It seems to be the only way he can rest, is with that bear or with one, or both of them.

Jon looks forward to the spring; Clark thrived in the summer months. Winter has been the worst, the darker the days the more he's slipped away from them. Like a flower, Clark seems to need the sun. So, for now, they'll get him through it. Hold him when it's bad and cuddle him close on the good days. He's a good boy, filled with love. Jon smiles, looking down at his son, it's not a chore, it's a privilege.
Sarahgiddyfangirl on February 17th, 2005 12:54 am (UTC)
Re: Mid-Winter
Awwwwwww. *melts*
pure FORESHADOWING: Bobcatitude!nifra_idril on February 17th, 2005 09:05 pm (UTC)
Re: Mid-Winter
Aww -- that's really sweet. I love when people love each other! *snugs you* It's so pretty! Thank you!
Ereneirendel on February 16th, 2005 11:04 pm (UTC)
first take
He endures, and that́s no small thing, he tells himself. It́s no small thing. And as the light that will shatter the war hammers down upon him, the warrior’s thoughts are not filled by thoughts of any who he is leaving behind.

Not of the fate of his sister - strong, fiery Sidris. Not of the fate of his clan; the Star Riders have existed for a thousand years and he knows they will exist for a thousand more. Not of the enemy-ally he has just saved. Delenn, priestess and mirror.

As the Starfire Wheel opens, pouring fire along his bones, his thoughts are of who he goes to. Marcus, Minbari spirit in human shell. Neroon endures the pain, knowing his soulmate waits on the other side.
pure FORESHADOWING: angelina sexnifra_idril on February 17th, 2005 09:19 pm (UTC)
Re: first take
Oh, wow. What fandom is this? I love that -- "Starfire Wheel". That's really just an evocative name. And I like this a lot, too! I'm rooting for Neroon, and I don't even know who he is. *grins* Thank you!
Ereneirendel on February 18th, 2005 01:07 pm (UTC)
Re: first take
This is Babylon 5.

In cannon Neroon and MArcus only meet in one episode. But there are those of us who saw potential. There's a Marcus_Neroon group at Yahoo that has most of the stories that have been or are currently being written.

Eren
Ereneirendel on February 16th, 2005 11:07 pm (UTC)
take 2
Ezra leaned against the wall, waiting for Nathan to come fuss over him. But his mind isn’t on the pain of the shoulder that’s popped loose again. It’s on the future, on what will come of the acts of this night.

There are bodies on the ground. But they don’t matter - they are filth not fit for the gutters their blood is draining into. Even Josiah is barely paying them any mind, the fallen priest more concerned with his brothers than their prey.

But Ez is watching Chris. Larabee stands at the epicenter, the fires touching his features with a reddish glow. Fitting, as this night has finally freed the widower from his own hell.

But, though all the seven worked together to bring these men to the only justice befitting them, Ezra is unsurprised when only Vin approaches the blond, the lanky Texan walking softly toward the other man.

Once more, the Southerner marvels at the connection between sharpshooter and gunslinger. Not even Chris’ oldest friend has dared come near him; Buck instead is hovering over JD as Nate patches him up.

Standish watches as Tanner, face smudged with soot from the fires he started, reaches out, one callused hand going to brush Chris’ hair back from his eyes.

Ezra has always liked Vin, they are more alike than they appear at first glance. But he has never fooled himslef about what was building between the long-haired man and the cold faced blond.

He knew that Vin had waited, waited for Chris to win free of his demons, doing everything in his power to hasten that day. It was Vin’s riffle that had watched Chris’ back as Larabee took his vengeance on the man responsible for the murder of his wife and son.

Ez knows that soon, Chris will turn to walk out of these ruins and Tanner will drop into his place at his side and they will walk off into the night. And neither of them would say anything. They wouldn't have to.
pure FORESHADOWING: Bobcatitude!nifra_idril on February 17th, 2005 09:39 pm (UTC)
Re: take 2
Oooh, I love me some lanky Texans. And two ficlets for me! From you! *squee* Thank you!
Ereneirendel on February 18th, 2005 01:09 pm (UTC)
Re: take 2
Glad you like.
Clannadlvr: TWW- Read signsclannadlvr on February 17th, 2005 12:05 am (UTC)
Drabble time! "Nimbostratus"

When he looks up, it´s snowing.

It’s funny he doesn’t realize it at first. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he felt the moisture of the snowflakes, that cold sweetness that comes with nimbostratus clouds. Yet, until this moment, he didn’t see the snow drifting around him.

Maybe he started to realize it was snowing when the congressman-Matt- walked away, giving Josh a few minutes to himself. Maybe he started to recognize the tiny floating crystals when he pulled the cell phone out of his pocket, numb fingers entering numbers that had just recently become hazy in his memory.

But as his phone makes the connection to California and a familiar voice hits his ear, Josh sees the flakes stand out in bas relief. And as he opens his mouth to speak, snowflakes land on his tongue, chilly and sweet.

“Hey, Sam…”
pure FORESHADOWING: absolut!nifra_idril on February 17th, 2005 09:20 pm (UTC)
OMG, Josh/Sam, *HEART*!!! This is really sweet and great. I love it! Thank you! *snugs*
Kit: i love you mancoloredink on February 17th, 2005 12:50 am (UTC)
here's something positive for ya
I [HEART] you!

Well, as much as a complete and utter stranger can love another complete and utter stranger. More or less.

**runs away**
pure FORESHADOWING: big pimpin'nifra_idril on February 17th, 2005 09:23 pm (UTC)
Re: here's something positive for ya
*laughs* Aww, thank you! *snugs you* I heart you back! You're so cute! Thank you!
Kit: poing!coloredink on February 17th, 2005 09:30 pm (UTC)
Re: here's something positive for ya
You're welcome!

Eee, she said I'm cute! **wibble**
byob: Jackbyob_kenobi on February 17th, 2005 02:59 am (UTC)
Um. I have a headache, so I can't write anything, but I will give you this image:

Ioan Gruffudd. Shirtless. In the rain. Wearing Ray's bracelet. Stalking Ray down an alley.
pure FORESHADOWING: charisma!nifra_idril on February 17th, 2005 09:23 pm (UTC)
Oh, yum. You know my buttons so well. *snugs you*
scarlettmoonscarlettmoon on February 17th, 2005 08:15 am (UTC)
Wow! These are such great last lines! If I wrote fic, these would really inspire me! Which lines are from which fics? I'd like to read some of them :)
scarlettmoonscarlettmoon on February 18th, 2005 05:51 am (UTC)
*g* thanks so much :) now I have many new fics to read... *rubs hands*