MP3 drabbles 7-12
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“If I Wrote You” – Dar Williams
The Black Jewels Trilogy
Saetan wrote letters to each of his children, one a year from their births onward. He filled pages and pages with words of regret and sorrow and loss. He wrote of love and hope, and forgiveness. He begged forgiveness in his letters, but knew he’d never have a chance to earn it—his three youngest were lost to him, and he’s already failed the two eldest.
Forgive me, he wrote. Oh, my sons, forgive me my weaknesses and how I faltered.
When he’d already given up in despair, his final child shyly stepped into his life, his only daughter, Witch. His soul sang and basked in her magnificence.
His letters again filled with hope.
“Missouri Moon” – Rhonda Vincent
"Angel the Series"/"Buffy the Vampire Slayer"
He was the first boy she ever truly thought of forever with, wondered if maybe he was the one. (He’s still the only one she’s thought of like that.) He was funny and clever and hot and so so nice—he treated her like the princess she was, because he wanted to. Because he was just that guy.
She loved him. She thinks she still loves him. Maybe she’ll always love him. She’s grown up now, no longer the princess of Sunnydale High, no longer Queen C. She’s no longer a hanger-on of the Slayer. She saves people in her own right, with Angel and Wesley and Gunn(she still misses Doyle, like she misses Xander. She’ll always miss them both. They made her the woman she is).
She should call Xander. See how he is. (She still cries sometimes, remembering how it felt, to see him and Willow. But they were kids. She shouldn’t have been so hard on him.)
When the current crisis is over, she’ll call Xander. She misses his voice, his lips, how he laughed, how he held her.
Yes, she’ll call him, first chance she gets.
“Save the Last Dance for Me” – Michael Buble
High School Musical
You watch him twirl her around, both laughing. They’re enjoying themselves—they love to dance, the two of them. They are magnificent, completely in-tuned with each other.
You’re almost jealous, because you will never be that good. They have a bond you can’t compete with. Can’t even come close to equaling, no matter how much you want it, no matter how hard you try. You take one last, lingering look, then you turn to leave. You get all the way to the parking lot, digging in your pocket for your keys, and then you hear your name.
“Chad, wait up!” he calls, rushing past you and spinning in place. They hosed off the ground earlier and it’s slippery; he stumbles, so you reach out to catch him.
“Where’re you going?” he asks, silly hat askew on his head.
You shrug. “Away.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Troy’s in there, still. So’s Taylor.”
You shrug again. “Dancing’s not my thing, Ryan. We established that already, remember?”
He purses his lips, gaze suddenly assessing. You want to cross your arms in front of your chest and melt into the ground. “Chad,” he says, stepping forward in a predatory way you’ve never seen before. “Have you thought that maybe you haven’t had the right partner?”
“What? No,” you scoff and shake your head, but by his smile you know he’s not fooled.
His smile gentles and you can barely feel the weight of his hand on your arm. “The night is young, Chad,” he says softly. “Dance with me.”
Isn’t this what you wanted, watching with envy? You never thought you’d get it.
“I don’t know how,” you confess. “Not really.”
He smiles again, taking your hand. “That’s alright,” he says. “I’ll teach you.”
“Brother, My Brother” – Michael Scott Lanning
"Supernatural"
Come back, they call, those yet unfallen. Ask forgiveness and return to the fold, sheltered beneath His wing.
But Castiel cannot. His eyes are opened at last, like the first mother’s when she ate that forbidden fruit. Castiel can see now, see what true life is, more than unquestioned commands and blind obedience.
He can no longer hear God’s voice. He can no longer fly or purify. He is angel no more; the stumps of his wings burn.
But he can feel, can taste, can kiss—pleasure and pain are worth the loss.
Come back, they call. Brother, return to us.
Their voices are drowned out beneath Dean’s corny joke and Sam’s quiet laugh.
Castiel knows what lies inside Sam, that demon blood which nurtures Satan. But Dean… Dean.
Come back, a single voice whispers. Castiel, please, come home.
Michael, once Satan’s closest companion, when Satan was still the beloved Morningstar.
Dean turns to smile at him, inviting him to join the laughter.
Castiel is angel no more, and this man is the reason. Castiel knows where this will end—he tasted the forbidden fruit when his lips met Dean’s…
And he does not regret.
“Seven Year Ache” – Roseanne Cash
"Supernatural"
When Haley, Andrea, Cassie, and Lisa meet, they all quickly realize they have something in common: they’re waiting for a man who will never come back.
They share stories, Andrea and Haley quickly jealous that they never got him into bed.
“I lied,” Lisa admits. “He is Ben’s father.”
“I lied, too,” Cassie says. “I know we could have worked it out—he’s more worth the trouble than anyone else ever has been.”
Andrea sighs. “I know he wouldn’t have stayed, but I wish I’d asked.”
Haley agrees, “Me, too.” She raises her glass, still more than half-full. “To Dean Winchester, the man who saved us all.”
“To Dean,” they each say, clinking their glasses together.
“May he return one day,” Lisa adds.
But she remembers what he said, after giving her back the boy he didn’t know was his son. She remembers the look on his face.
“May he return,” they echo.
Outside, the sky is pale red where it’s not covered by yellow clouds.
“Conversations with my Thirteen-Year Old Self” – Pink
"Supernatural"
Sometimes, Jo wishes she could go back in time and kick her younger self’s ass. She had never listened to Mom, ran away at least twice a month, and actually hitchhiked to Iowa once. Luckily, she got picked up by a grandfather-type who convinced her to call Mom.
At thirteen, Jo had been a brat of the highest order. One time, she told Mom it was her fault Dad never came home—He didn’t die, Jo’d yelled. You chased him away!
Mom didn’t slap her. Mom just looked at her, eyes sad, and swallowed, then turned and went to her room. She didn’t come out for the rest of the night.
And now, Ash is dead, the Roadhouse gone, and Mom is nowhere to be found. Jo tries to call Bobby and Jefferson and even the Winchester brothers, but no one is picking up. The last thing she said to Mom was I’ll be home next week. Not even I love you or Thank you or I miss you or You‘re the greatest, strongest woman I’ve ever known.
Joshua’s base is closest. She’ll head there and keep calling until someone answers.
Mom’s not dead. She can’t be. Jo won’t believe it, not ever. Mom is out there somewhere, kicking some evil ass. Jo refuses to contemplate anything else.
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Date: 2009-02-23 08:14 pm (UTC)Who's the blonde on the left?
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Date: 2009-02-24 12:49 am (UTC)that my dear is young mary. lol
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Date: 2009-03-01 09:04 pm (UTC)It's so difficult to find C/X nowadays! Thank you for the extra smile. :)
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