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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
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.