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AtS and Star Wars mini ficlets plus meme
I had a completely draining day involving a lot of mail. But my good twin ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
artaxastra asked for drabbles, and lo, two came forth. (Well, very short ficlets slightly over 100 words, to be precise.) They start with sentences of hers, for she has reactivated the first line meme, which we did last year.
No spoilers beyond the third season of...
She wasn’t one of those kids who suddenly go crazy one day and start killing people, or who wakes up one morning with fur or pointed teeth. Justine had always been the one with common sense and moderation; it was her twin, Julia, who was the wild one. Everything changed when Julia got drained and discarded by a creature who wasn’t supposed to exist.
The woman Justine became breathed in the ashes of undead creatures. She drank to dull the pain. She remained sitting, her hand nailed on a table, with nothing but revenge as the promise for her patience. She slit the throat of a man who wanted to help her and spent the next hour calming and soothing the baby she took from him.
The only thing which felt unnatural to her at this point was caring for the baby.
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And as this is my day for secondary characters who don't get much fanfic love, how about someone in the GFFA?
The others remember those days as golden, the last lovely days before the Clone Wars, endowed in memory with an innocence they never really possessed. To Jocasta Nu, though, they are crimson with pain, and the war with all its horror a blessed relief.
Nobody suspects this. She is the librarian, old, sharp-tongued, and detached as a Jedi should be. But Jocasta has loved Yan Dooku since the days of their youth. She had hoped to take this secret to her death. The day he left the order, however, he had come to her, had visited the library with not even a pretense of a sensible reason.
Jocasta is no fool. She realized that Dooku must have altered the records, must have erased Kamino, realized this even while telling Obi-Wan Kenobi that such a planet could not exist. And still, she hoped that Dooku would turn out to be innocent, or at least noble in his intentions, as if this would make her less of a fool.
The day on Geonosis, the day Dooku was revealed as a Sith to the world, that day has put an end to her torment. Now she knows. She records death on a daily basis in her library, and feels nothing but detached sorrow, as a Jedi should. She is at peace.
But that day Dooku had come to the library for the last time, that day she had kissed him with the passion denied for sixty years, she had been alive.
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And now, since I'm now completely out of energy and need to be resupplied by other people writing stuff, I'm doing the meme as well:
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as one of my stories, and leave it in my comments here. Any fandom, any pairing or gen, and you can interpret "drabble" as loosely as you want.
Some lines of my stories written sinceartaxastra and self last did this meme:
Standing on a boat on a windy day in March, you feel the cold creeping up your fingers.
Adjusting to the new life in the Roanoke Colony was not easy for any of the new arrivals, but Petros and Wanda were more lost than most.
Later, G’Kar never was quite sure what came first: deciding that Londo Mollari was the most irritating man alive, or deciding to seduce his wife.
She liked secrets.
Now that he has no fingers made of flesh left and what remains of his skin will never feel anything but the metal of medical droids and the suit they keep him in, he seems to remember every single thing he ever touched.
Last night I got the news that my grandfather had died.
It’s a truth universally acknowledged that the last thing a ship on a covert mission needs is an unannounced visitor.
artaxastra asked for drabbles, and lo, two came forth. (Well, very short ficlets slightly over 100 words, to be precise.) They start with sentences of hers, for she has reactivated the first line meme, which we did last year. No spoilers beyond the third season of...
She wasn’t one of those kids who suddenly go crazy one day and start killing people, or who wakes up one morning with fur or pointed teeth. Justine had always been the one with common sense and moderation; it was her twin, Julia, who was the wild one. Everything changed when Julia got drained and discarded by a creature who wasn’t supposed to exist.
The woman Justine became breathed in the ashes of undead creatures. She drank to dull the pain. She remained sitting, her hand nailed on a table, with nothing but revenge as the promise for her patience. She slit the throat of a man who wanted to help her and spent the next hour calming and soothing the baby she took from him.
The only thing which felt unnatural to her at this point was caring for the baby.
***
And as this is my day for secondary characters who don't get much fanfic love, how about someone in the GFFA?
The others remember those days as golden, the last lovely days before the Clone Wars, endowed in memory with an innocence they never really possessed. To Jocasta Nu, though, they are crimson with pain, and the war with all its horror a blessed relief.
Nobody suspects this. She is the librarian, old, sharp-tongued, and detached as a Jedi should be. But Jocasta has loved Yan Dooku since the days of their youth. She had hoped to take this secret to her death. The day he left the order, however, he had come to her, had visited the library with not even a pretense of a sensible reason.
Jocasta is no fool. She realized that Dooku must have altered the records, must have erased Kamino, realized this even while telling Obi-Wan Kenobi that such a planet could not exist. And still, she hoped that Dooku would turn out to be innocent, or at least noble in his intentions, as if this would make her less of a fool.
The day on Geonosis, the day Dooku was revealed as a Sith to the world, that day has put an end to her torment. Now she knows. She records death on a daily basis in her library, and feels nothing but detached sorrow, as a Jedi should. She is at peace.
But that day Dooku had come to the library for the last time, that day she had kissed him with the passion denied for sixty years, she had been alive.
****
And now, since I'm now completely out of energy and need to be resupplied by other people writing stuff, I'm doing the meme as well:
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a drabble with the same first line as one of my stories, and leave it in my comments here. Any fandom, any pairing or gen, and you can interpret "drabble" as loosely as you want.
Some lines of my stories written since
artaxastra and self last did this meme:Standing on a boat on a windy day in March, you feel the cold creeping up your fingers.
Adjusting to the new life in the Roanoke Colony was not easy for any of the new arrivals, but Petros and Wanda were more lost than most.
Later, G’Kar never was quite sure what came first: deciding that Londo Mollari was the most irritating man alive, or deciding to seduce his wife.
She liked secrets.
Now that he has no fingers made of flesh left and what remains of his skin will never feel anything but the metal of medical droids and the suit they keep him in, he seems to remember every single thing he ever touched.
Last night I got the news that my grandfather had died.
It’s a truth universally acknowledged that the last thing a ship on a covert mission needs is an unannounced visitor.
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And of course the librarian must know that the records have been altered. That makes so much sense.
I just did your Vader one and I'm posting it!
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Checking for Vader now...
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Yes, and down your collar, and up the legs of your trousers....
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Grieving Process
Last night I got the news that my grandfather had died. It's not like it's really a shock. He was old, and as long as I can remember he took pills for his blood pressure.
It makes me glad I finally called Mama and gave her a cell phone number. She still doesn't know I live at the mansion, but at least she knows I'm alive. At least she had somewhere to call.
And now it's early morning, and the mansion is real quiet with the light just turning gray outside, and I'm thinking that I have to tell somebody so they can go with me to the funeral. I kind of wish it could be Logan, but I can't see him in a suit eating cold chicken and deviled eggs and making nice to little old ladies.
Better if it's Bobby, sweating in a suit the way I'm going to be sweating in gloves, and shaking hands with my uncles, and saying the food is real nice, and getting asked about fifty times where his people come from and if he's related to anybody we know. It's weirdly comforting to think about. It'll be almost like normal, except for the gloves.
And the sun is rising, and I'm looking at my gloves, and I know I'm just pretending. Nobody will want to shake Bobby's hand. Nobody will want to get that close to us. They all know what I did. We'll go to the funeral and sit in the back, and when it's time to go out to the cemetary everyone will get in their cars, and we'll be standing out on the sidewalk by the church and no one will ask if we want to ride along with them.
And we'll go eat fast food for lunch and then get back on the highway, and I'll cry in the car and Bobby will say You must really miss him, and I'll nod and pretend that's what I'm crying about, and we'll drive north until we're tired and the highway is a blur.
I'm tired already, but the sun is up, and there's nothing to do but start the day.
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She liked secrets (Alias drabble)
Until her husband, the fool. Her greatest secret, so she thought then, was that she kept her true feelings from him. He never knew what inspired her, where her true loyalties lay. Originally she felt amused when she was alone, dwelling on her deception. Month by month, though, her amusement died and she became the fake, the mask, and her secret drifted further away from her.
Now Irina knows her greatest secret is the love she bore for Jack, hidden away for so many years from everyone who knew her. Including him.
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Angel double-drabble
When Liam stared at her with hungry eyes in an alleyway, she let her hunger show as well. But it was not the same as his; he wanted her body, she wanted his blood, and maybe the soul he was soon to lose. Queen's black knight. When Drusilla whined and whimpered her visions in the dark of the night, she nodded seriously, then told Angel and William. Angel laughed, William was outraged for Dru's sake as well as fascinated. Dru's sulks and tears at the betrayal were amusing, and vanished quickly through the gaps in her ragged mind.
Every secret is the opening gambit in a new game, a new way to manipulate the world around her. Now Darla wonders, a hand resting on her swollen belly and feeling an unfamiliar flutter, if she is the secret now. And if she will be betrayed, kept, or made to change the gameboard.
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I tried the "Secrets" line out on Lilah, and it got away from me a bit. Not long, but too long for comment fic:
What would Tom Ripley Do? (http://www.livejournal.com/users/karabair/375485.html)
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