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winterJust three so far, alas. To my defense, work absolutely pwn3d me today just after I wrote the last post - I ended up staying way longer than regular work hours and I still have a busload to do tomorrow. On the upside, I also have tickets for the 18th for my next dose of fanged crack, so yay. Said crack has also inspired drabbles #2 and #3, because I'm on a permanent vampire high here. Both titles from "Vor dem Schloss/Wohl der Nacht/Wohl dem Mann", the last song in act 1.
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smtfhw
The American was perched in the same dark corner of the tavern, and he was wearing all black as usual. The only difference was a plush toy sitting on the table in front of him and hugging the tequila bottle. The plush material was purple with irregular brown spatters.
Sands turned his head, tracking El’s footsteps with sightless eyes. “What do you want, El Guitariste?”
“How did the raid go?” El sat down on a chair so stained and charred, the original grain of the wood was nowhere to be found.
“Lorenzo didn’t tell you?”
“Lorenzo is busy with a lady.”
“I’d bet. Lucky assweasel. Raid went great. The fuckers were hiding the goods in toys, of all things – maybe we should have left them there.” Sands bared his teeth. “Give a little spice to the Christmas season.”
El just shook his head. He nodded at the waiter, who brought him an empty glass, evidently judging that since he was talking to the strange gringo, they could drink from the same bottle and not waste good tequila. El reached for the glass, but a hand on his arm stopped him.
Sands fingered the red-and-green sash around El’s neck. “Nice. Festive.”
“How do you know?”
“Temperature. It’s not as warm as black would be, and it’s not as high-grade as the fucking Meh-hick-co one you wear. You off to play Santa somewhere?”
El shrugged. “A party.”
He reached for the tequila bottle. The plush toy all but exploded.
El lifted up the spasmatic – bear? bird? – and scowled at Sands, ignoring the dirty looks from the sullen waiter. No-one else in the tavern was sober enough to notice the mix of Spanish and English curses the toy emitted at full volume, interspersed with words in no language El had heard before.
Sands grinned. “You like the Furby? Souvenir, Medellin edition. Merry fucking Christmas.”
NO LAWS ENOUGH FOR US, forrabidfangur
“You knew. You knew it’d come to this.”
Ducard’s fingers are drawing strange patterns on Bruce’s back, and his breathing is calm as the waves. “There was no other way. There are no laws for men like us, and none to understand. No-one can go through life in a mask, Bruce.”
He wants to protest, to scream they’re nothing alike, they can never be alike, but instead he bites down, hard and sharp, drawing a soft sound from Ducard’s lips. Inside, he is grateful to Ducard – Ra’s Al Ghul, he reminds himself – for this lesson in sanity, but he also knows he is holding the other man down for the last time.
If there are no laws for what they are, he will make them.
SEA OF TIME, forimadra_blue
The sea of time is endless, and men can only live on its shores, Obi-Wan remembers. It’s a fragment of a tale that Qui-Gon had told him decades ago, a parable on sadness. He should be reaching for the emotionless meditation of the Jedi, but as the night falls over Geonosis all he can remember are those two lines, over and over again.
His calves ache where the forcefield cuffs provide points of support, and Dooku is somewhere in that darkness.
Tell me your thoughts, and the voice is more like a thought than anything else, easing itself smoothly into Obi-Wan’s mind, deep and dark as night.
“The sea of time is endless,” he whispers through cracked lips. “I kept telling Qui-Gon that we have the Force to guide us and guard us, but he said that doesn’t change the fact we are staring at the sea, waiting to drown.”
That is what gives life meaning, something – someone? – whispers into his ear. Don’t fight that sea. Dive into it, into its darkness. Become one with it, and let it fill your – spirit.
There is a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, and he leans his head back until the long fingers are digging into his larynx. He doesn’t trust the air to convey his words as well as it does the other’s. His voice is not dark enough.
“What gives life meaning is to face the darkness and conquer it,” he chokes out. “No matter the moments of weakness.”
Those fingers tighten, and the darkness threatens to take him after all.
Defiance becomes you, Master Kenobi, Dooku says. We have all night.
In other news, a very happy birthday to_leareth and rkold!
COMPLIMENTS OF THE SEASON, for
smtfhwThe American was perched in the same dark corner of the tavern, and he was wearing all black as usual. The only difference was a plush toy sitting on the table in front of him and hugging the tequila bottle. The plush material was purple with irregular brown spatters.
Sands turned his head, tracking El’s footsteps with sightless eyes. “What do you want, El Guitariste?”
“How did the raid go?” El sat down on a chair so stained and charred, the original grain of the wood was nowhere to be found.
“Lorenzo didn’t tell you?”
“Lorenzo is busy with a lady.”
“I’d bet. Lucky assweasel. Raid went great. The fuckers were hiding the goods in toys, of all things – maybe we should have left them there.” Sands bared his teeth. “Give a little spice to the Christmas season.”
El just shook his head. He nodded at the waiter, who brought him an empty glass, evidently judging that since he was talking to the strange gringo, they could drink from the same bottle and not waste good tequila. El reached for the glass, but a hand on his arm stopped him.
Sands fingered the red-and-green sash around El’s neck. “Nice. Festive.”
“How do you know?”
“Temperature. It’s not as warm as black would be, and it’s not as high-grade as the fucking Meh-hick-co one you wear. You off to play Santa somewhere?”
El shrugged. “A party.”
He reached for the tequila bottle. The plush toy all but exploded.
El lifted up the spasmatic – bear? bird? – and scowled at Sands, ignoring the dirty looks from the sullen waiter. No-one else in the tavern was sober enough to notice the mix of Spanish and English curses the toy emitted at full volume, interspersed with words in no language El had heard before.
Sands grinned. “You like the Furby? Souvenir, Medellin edition. Merry fucking Christmas.”
NO LAWS ENOUGH FOR US, for
rabidfangur“You knew. You knew it’d come to this.”
Ducard’s fingers are drawing strange patterns on Bruce’s back, and his breathing is calm as the waves. “There was no other way. There are no laws for men like us, and none to understand. No-one can go through life in a mask, Bruce.”
He wants to protest, to scream they’re nothing alike, they can never be alike, but instead he bites down, hard and sharp, drawing a soft sound from Ducard’s lips. Inside, he is grateful to Ducard – Ra’s Al Ghul, he reminds himself – for this lesson in sanity, but he also knows he is holding the other man down for the last time.
If there are no laws for what they are, he will make them.
SEA OF TIME, for
imadra_blueThe sea of time is endless, and men can only live on its shores, Obi-Wan remembers. It’s a fragment of a tale that Qui-Gon had told him decades ago, a parable on sadness. He should be reaching for the emotionless meditation of the Jedi, but as the night falls over Geonosis all he can remember are those two lines, over and over again.
His calves ache where the forcefield cuffs provide points of support, and Dooku is somewhere in that darkness.
Tell me your thoughts, and the voice is more like a thought than anything else, easing itself smoothly into Obi-Wan’s mind, deep and dark as night.
“The sea of time is endless,” he whispers through cracked lips. “I kept telling Qui-Gon that we have the Force to guide us and guard us, but he said that doesn’t change the fact we are staring at the sea, waiting to drown.”
That is what gives life meaning, something – someone? – whispers into his ear. Don’t fight that sea. Dive into it, into its darkness. Become one with it, and let it fill your – spirit.
There is a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, and he leans his head back until the long fingers are digging into his larynx. He doesn’t trust the air to convey his words as well as it does the other’s. His voice is not dark enough.
“What gives life meaning is to face the darkness and conquer it,” he chokes out. “No matter the moments of weakness.”
Those fingers tighten, and the darkness threatens to take him after all.
Defiance becomes you, Master Kenobi, Dooku says. We have all night.
In other news, a very happy birthday to
_leareth and rkold!
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Date: 2005-12-06 12:50 pm (UTC)*loves there*
Especially the OuaTiM anmd the SW ones... much love ;D
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Date: 2005-12-06 12:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-06 12:57 pm (UTC)Sure, i can wauit... *thinks* Methinks I will be asking for Mexico again (Who, me, on a kick?) Lorenzo/someone from another fandom of your choice :P
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Date: 2005-12-06 12:59 pm (UTC)Will you kill me if it involves vampires? Or Lindsey McDonald?
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Date: 2005-12-06 01:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-12-06 10:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-06 06:20 pm (UTC)Were you taking drabble requests? Is it too late to add to your pile? *grins*
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Date: 2005-12-06 09:21 pm (UTC)No longer with completion guarantees of any kind, but fire away!
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Date: 2005-12-06 10:17 pm (UTC)I hate to think what those two would get up to. 0_0 Ooo, maybe give Palpatine a run for his money!
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Date: 2005-12-06 10:19 pm (UTC)I have evil ideas again. Possibly involving a pre-fall Dooku meeting a crime lord with pretensions :>
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Date: 2005-12-06 10:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-12-08 12:14 am (UTC)Dooku and Ducard
Date: 2005-12-06 10:14 pm (UTC)I don't know if you'll have time, but my brain has helpfully spit out a drabble-beginning for you:
The café cum bar is dark, filled with the smoke of various noxious combustibles, and strange creatures are doing even stranger things to each other in the corner booths, but Ducard resolutely ignores them in favor of the drink sitting in front of him. With long strong fingers he rotates it slowly, admiring the emerald color and how it shifts from lighter to darker green as it swirls in the glass. He can't remember exactly how he got to this place, and that realization troubles him in some vague indefinable way. I was doing something, fighting? There was a train, and things were going wrong…
"You remind me very much of someone I once knew; an old student of mine.” The voice was deep, resonant, and very dark. An older man nearly his own height, dressed in strangely formal clothing with cloak and high boots, like some sort of elderly cavalier, stood at his elbow. His face held lines of an old sadness as he looked at Ducard. "He died a long time ago."
Ducard noticed this with only a slight turn of his head. "It's quite all right to be dead, I've done it myself more than once."
The man considered this statement soberly and offered him a slight bow. "I am called Dooku. May I join you?"
"Please do, it looks as if it's going to be a very long night." Ducard made space for Dooku at the bar and lifted a finger. The barkeep came over at once and gave Dooku a drink similar to the one Ducard had been contemplating. Ducard lifted his drink in a salute. "Here's to death and old students."
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Date: 2005-12-08 06:43 am (UTC)he knows he loves itWell, the thought of Dooku's voice rolling out of the darkness is just....guh. <3 Adore the thought.(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-09 12:21 pm (UTC)Gina
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:51 am (UTC)I will friend you, if I may, and you are welcome to friend me back. My LJ is FO, for all sorts of reasons. :)
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Date: 2005-12-20 11:14 am (UTC)Friending back! I see some familiar names on your friendslist.
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