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My Five Acts/Themes
01. scars, tattoos, freckles, marks, etc.
02. non-verbal confessions/secrets
03. goodbyes, distance
04. travel, journeys, road trips and old motels, ghost towns, abandoned places, highways, trains, nomads
05. ghost stories/mysteries/supernatural occurances/unexplained or shared dreams/etc.
My Fandoms
The Vampire Diaries: Caroline/Stefan/Tyler, Stefan/Tyler, Katherine/Jeremy, Tyler/Elena, Tyler/Jeremy, Caroline/Stefan, Elijah/Katerina, Elena/Tyler/Jeremy, Elena/Jeremy, Katherine/Tyler, Stefan/Katherine, Elijah/Stefan, Elena/Elijah, Elijah/Kol, Kol/Rebekah, Rebekah/Elijah, Rebekah/Elijah/Kol, Elena/Matt, Matt/Jeremy
Lost: Claire/Jack, Claire/Jack/Sawyer, Alex/Richard
Haven: Duke/Audrey!!!!
Lost Girl: Kenzi/Dyson
The Killing: Holder/Linden!!!
Grey's Anatomy: Alex/Arizona!!!!!!
Jericho: Eric/Jake
Stargate: Atlantis: Sheppard/Ronon
Battlestar Galactica: Ellen/Sam, Sam/Tucker, Sam/Galen, Kara/Leoben
The Pacific: Chuckler/Leckie
Dollhouse: Topher/Priya, Alpha/Echo, Mag/Zone
The Hunger Games: Gale/Katniss, Finnick/Gale, Gale/Prim
My So-Called Life: Brian/Angela, Brian/Rayanne, Rayanne + Sharon
Hart of Dixie: Wade/Lemon, Wade/Annabeth
Teen Wolf: Allison/Jackson
Once Upon a Time: Ruby/David (Like burning.)
RPF: Nev/Max (Catfish: The TV Show)
Generation Kill: Brad/Ray, Brad/Walt, Brad/Nate
Shameless (US): Ian/Mandy, Lip/Fiona, Karen/Lip, Fiona/Steve(Jimmy)
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Date: 2012-11-29 07:48 am (UTC)Ruby/David, Non-Verbal Secrets: Protect The Pack (http://archiveofourown.org/works/577119)
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Date: 2012-11-29 05:00 pm (UTC)When Damon dies, Stefan vanishes.
And there is little left to say.
There is no room for surprise, not a guilty thought of betrayal. Elena cannot even imagine if her brother—
One day, she knows. She hopes.
But Damon and Stefan were meant to live on forever.
Elena knows—Elena always knew—
—their fangs would have torn her soul apart to protect each other.
She loved them both, but that was nothing after all.
She imagines that with the passage of time—years, or centuries, or God knows what comes later—maybe she would have searched for him. In time.
But in the end it’s him who finds her, only two weeks later. Comes to Mystic Falls in a black old car, worn and quiet like the owner, and acts nothing but the perfect gentleman he will always be. Doesn’t dream of patronizing her, and it’s okay that after an eternity on this earth, he doesn’t have it in him to pity anyone.
“It’s good to see you,” he promises, eyes warm and familiarly affectionate.
She manages a smile. “I’m glad.”
The car ride is quiet. There isn’t much to say after the silhouette of the town finally fades into the bright morning light that catches in the rear mirror, blinding.
Elena sighs, somehow relieved, and he doesn’t say a word.
Only speaks when the car stops at the driveway of the first motel they find right after the second state line they leave behind. The name on his lips—the one word he dares to say before she cringes—is barely a whisper that only her heightened senses can hear. It’s a fleeting pain, but it fades before in can find home into her chest.
His hand grabs hers, firm and warm, and she clutches his fingers, twisting their wrists around until her knuckles are deep and white into the denim of her jeans.
Two motel rooms later she asks him why. At last.
He’s sitting on a worn chair that creaks beneath the strength of his tense muscles, looking through the window as if he was watching out for something. Or someone.
But Elena knows he is only looking the stars. The road is empty; endless. There is no one outside.
(This is why they choose motels, and not the five-star suites he could afford without the tiniest help of mind control.)
“I consider you a friend.”
Elena nods, and—“a good friend,” he adds, unnecessarily—with her eyes clenched shut she slides down the headboard until she’s lying down on the bed once again. She bites the words, come here, and, for just a second, she is distracted by the aftertaste of her own blood.
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Date: 2012-12-01 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-12-01 08:52 pm (UTC)When Nate retires from the Corps and Brad doesn't, it's tough at first. Knowing that he'll be safe at home while Brad goes out there again, knowing better than any civilian what could happen, knowing that Brad might not come home.
But he also knows not to ask too many questions when Brad does come home. He doesn't ask about the scars that weren't there yet last time they saw each other, nor about bruises that are still angry and red. Just because he's been there doesn't mean he's been there, doesn't mean he knows what Brad has been through this time, what's on his mind when he gets that faraway look in his eyes. So instead of asking Nate kisses every single scar on Brad's body, reacquainting himself with the old and discovering the new ones, he retraces white and red lines with his fingers and his lips, smiles about that ridiculous Royo tattoo on Brad's back. He doesn't need to know the story behind every mark, because he knows that Brad doesn't need to share them. Couldn't even if he wanted to. And if anything the scars are almost reassuring, they make this feel real, that Brad came back home to him in one piece, that whatever happened to him this time, he could take it.
When Brad leaves for his next deployment, Nate doesn't cry. He's always thought that it was selfish to let the last memory a man may have of his loved ones be of their tears. He doesn't bother with the worried platitudes Brad must get from his friends and family, but gives him the space Brad needs on the last day before he leaves.
Their goodbyes are always quiet: Nate hugs him, allows himself to cling a little, both to savour this moment and to give Brad a good memory to take with him, one of warmth and closeness and safety. He kisses him, retraces a thin scar on Brad's jaw with his thumb. That scar had already been there when they had first met, although it was so pale that Nate only noticed it when he first kissed Brad. Brad smiles at him; he looks relaxed, like he's only on his way out to the grocery store, not back to base and from there to the other end of the world. Nate fights back that surge of terror at the thought that this might be the last time he'll ever see Brad, and as if Brad knows what Nate is thinking, he kisses him again. Nate takes a deep breath when Brad finally lets go of him, but the smile comes easier to his lips this time.
“Stay frosty,” he says teasingly, just because he knows how fond Brad is of those words.
“Always, sir.” Brad smiles. He's calm, he's off to do what he does best.
It isn't until Brad has left that Nate allows himself to start worrying, to start hoping that Brad will come home again with nothing worse than a few new scars.
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Date: 2012-12-02 05:45 am (UTC)Source
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Date: 2012-12-05 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-05 01:34 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2012-12-05 10:05 am (UTC)