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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.
Current Mood: indescribableindescribable
Current Music: Strange Fruit-Billie Holiday-Billie Holiday
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*