This is a theoretical fic meme.
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kricketsTheoretical fic meme:
If you could make me write any one* pairing/prompt, what would you request?
*One for past and one for present fandoms.
*One for past and one for present fandoms.
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Date: 2011-07-19 02:30 pm (UTC)Present: Stefan/Tyler/Caroline, Only with careful hands, we'll turn their fangs into feathers and cures.
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Date: 2011-07-21 05:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-21 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-19 10:41 pm (UTC)Present → Kenzi/Dyson [Lost Girl] → Music that reminds you
you used to be young
*My criteria being that you wrote that one drabble forever ago LOL idek
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Date: 2011-07-21 05:15 am (UTC)The first one is not going to happen lol.
I'll name this later.
Date: 2011-07-22 04:14 am (UTC)Kenzi shakes her foot, the one dangling over the edge of the ragged old couch.
"I love this song," she muses, her voice penetrating the quiet room.
"What song?" Dyson looks up from his book, absently.
Kenzi starts to sing.
many days you have lingered around my cabin door, oh hard times, hard times, come again no more
Dyson puts down his book and closes his eyes.
-
The cabin door is open and Dyson gathers wood from the pile out front.
Kenzi leans in the door, watching him while wrapped in a sweater, a warm mug clutched in her hand.
"You're not going to take forever are you?" She goads. "I'd like to take a bath sometime this century."
Dyson laughs.
-
"When do you think it will be safe again?" Kenzi asks this question what seems like once a day.
"When it is," Dyson answers in the same way he always does. He's not worried.
"Do you think Pizza Hut delivers out here?" Another of her favorite questions.
Dyson grins. "You've got a one track mind," he tells her.
-
The cabin door is closed, blankets piled around its edges to keep the cold from coming in.
Kenzi is curled next to Dyson, shivering.
"Would Bo have been okay with us?" she asks when his large hands brush against her bare stomach, sliding to grip her waist, his fingers curled around her sides, his thumbs nearly touching her belly button. It isn't the first time, and it won't be the last.
Dyson's lips find her collarbone.
"Bo's not here," he whispers, almost a growl.
Kenzi closes her eyes.
-
Kenzi sits by the fire, she traces stick figures into a small pile of ash that she didn't sweep up last time she cleaned the grate.
Dyson watches her, his feet propped on the coffee table. He remembers drawing into the dirt as a child, not having much else to keep him and his siblings entertained.
"I'm bored," she says emphatically.
She looks at Dyson expectantly.
He raises his eyebrows.
-
Spring comes suddenly and word from Trick arrives in the form of a thud against the cabin door.
Kenzi scrambles from her spot at the small kitchen table. At the threshold she finds a corked bottle with a piece of rolled parchment inside.
"Trick," Dyson reports vaguely once he's managed to remove the parchment and open the letter. "The Ash has called everybody back to the city."
Kenzi still stands at the open door, her focus going between Dyson and the empty expanse of forest in front of their stoop. "How does he do that?" she asks, always amazed at Trick's resourcefulness.
Dyson walks over to her and shrugs. "He has his ways."
Kenzi grips the bottle and wrenches it from his hands. "Well you would think the Blood King could have bothered to send a little liquor!"
Dyson takes her face in his hands. "Oh, Kenzi. Never change," he grins and kisses her.
The bottle drops to the floor.
-fin
Re: I'll name this later.
Date: 2011-07-22 04:21 am (UTC)I love how you manage to make it like atmospheric and just light and fun at the same time. Also? SPOT FREAKING ON characterization. The dialogue is perfection
Thank you SO much
♥
Re: I'll name this later.
Date: 2011-07-22 04:23 am (UTC)