Could anyone take a picture of a mountain and turn it into an icon with the words and beats high mountain down, please and thank you. I'll write you a drabble of your choice.
Once upon a time (long long ago), there lived a king. He was a good king, kindhearted yet firm, brave but able to compromise. His people adored him, his neighbors respected him, and his land flourished.
The queen gave birth to a son while the sky was clear, in the warmest month of the year. The king held his heir aloft and roared out his joy – all was wonderful, and the future yet so bright.
Until the next year, when an enemy came from the south.
At the end of the war, the kingdom was destroyed, swallowed by the waves.
All that is known about the kingdom now is its name: Atlantis.
Joe raises his gaze to Methos’ eyes as he drains down his beer. “That’s it?” he asks. “What happens next?”
Methos shrugs, tilting his glass towards Joe for a refill. “Nothing more to tell, Joe. Atlantis died.”
“Atlantis was real?” Joe shakes his head. “No way.”
Smiling, Methos shrugs again. “Think what you will. But I’ve walked this entire planet, and I know things you’ll never find in a book.” He grabs his glass and walks to a table in the corner, where he can hear the entertainment without hindrance. The music’s good tonight. Nowhere near as good as Byron, of course, but he’s heard worse.
He leaves after finishing his drink. He should not have told that story tonight, when the magic is so close. When his wings are straining to be free, when his fire and ice both dwell in his throat. When he can close his eyes, hold his head high, and remember -
Once upon a time (long long ago) there lived the King of Dragons. His queen hatched a dozen children, but the king’s heir was the only black-and-silver dragonet. The king named his son Matigonis.
Methos knows that there is no perfect translation for his mothertongue, but the closest, if he had to – child of the sun. beloved.
Atlantis, Land of the Dragons, sank beneath the sea. The dragons fled, all but Matigonis. And when Matigonis flew out of the water, he took the shape of a dirt-creature, determined to hold the world until his people returned.
There's really no words to describe the amounts of love I have for this. Dragons and Methos as a Dragon and Atlantis and ohmygod you gorgeous, gorgeous creature!
Mother wants Wednesday to try making friends. They’re summering in Limo, Ohio, of all places – Father has an opportunity to further his empire and Mother refused to be separated from him, so all of them have come to Ohio.
Ohio.
Granny walks around the neighborhood, gathering dogs; Uncle Fester haunts the shadier elements of town; Mother cultivates her garden and commands Father’s minions; Pugsley terrorizes the freshmen; Father stares at Mother and drools; Pubert stays with Granny or Mother, and occasionally Uncle Fester.
And Wednesday must make friends. In the lunchroom, sitting alone, she studies each of the groups. She ignores all the stares and whispers; no one approaches her except Pugsley, and after he is revealed as her younger brother, the students stay even further away.
But it is the third day at this school, and Mother wants them both to make friends. Pugsley has already taken over the ‘punk’ clique. Even the meanest bullies leave him alone. Pugsley has no restraint, unlike Wednesday.
She has no interest in any of the clubs or teams.
“Fascinating style,” a boy says, sitting across from her at the table. “One of my friends used to wear something like that.” He tilts his head, giving her an assessing stare. She sees no fear in his eyes.
Interesting.
That afternoon, she finds the boy in a room with a dozen other students and the ineffective Spanish teacher (Granny already taught her seven languages, and Mother three more).
“Hello!” the boy says. “Are you here to join?”
Everyone else stares, so very afraid. But the teacher overcomes his instincts, so sure that she is a helpless child like all the rest, and welcomes her with a big grin. “Hey!” he says. “I’m Mr. Schuester and this is the glee club. Like Kurt said –are you here to join?”
“I’m Wednesday Addams,” she says, looking at all the strangers before back to Kurt, the boy from lunch. “And I am here to join.”
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Date: 2012-02-01 06:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-02 01:08 am (UTC)You still get a drabble, though! Prompt?
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Date: 2012-02-02 06:27 am (UTC)Can I have the following?
Fandom: Any (except glee)
Prompt: Love always wakes the dragon - Richard Siken.
Highlander with a smidge of dragons
Date: 2012-02-11 03:32 am (UTC)Once upon a time (long long ago), there lived a king. He was a good king, kindhearted yet firm, brave but able to compromise. His people adored him, his neighbors respected him, and his land flourished.
The queen gave birth to a son while the sky was clear, in the warmest month of the year. The king held his heir aloft and roared out his joy – all was wonderful, and the future yet so bright.
Until the next year, when an enemy came from the south.
At the end of the war, the kingdom was destroyed, swallowed by the waves.
All that is known about the kingdom now is its name: Atlantis.
Joe raises his gaze to Methos’ eyes as he drains down his beer. “That’s it?” he asks. “What happens next?”
Methos shrugs, tilting his glass towards Joe for a refill. “Nothing more to tell, Joe. Atlantis died.”
“Atlantis was real?” Joe shakes his head. “No way.”
Smiling, Methos shrugs again. “Think what you will. But I’ve walked this entire planet, and I know things you’ll never find in a book.” He grabs his glass and walks to a table in the corner, where he can hear the entertainment without hindrance. The music’s good tonight. Nowhere near as good as Byron, of course, but he’s heard worse.
He leaves after finishing his drink. He should not have told that story tonight, when the magic is so close. When his wings are straining to be free, when his fire and ice both dwell in his throat. When he can close his eyes, hold his head high, and remember -
Once upon a time (long long ago) there lived the King of Dragons. His queen hatched a dozen children, but the king’s heir was the only black-and-silver dragonet. The king named his son Matigonis.
Methos knows that there is no perfect translation for his mothertongue, but the closest, if he had to – child of the sun. beloved.
Atlantis, Land of the Dragons, sank beneath the sea. The dragons fled, all but Matigonis. And when Matigonis flew out of the water, he took the shape of a dirt-creature, determined to hold the world until his people returned.
Re: Highlander with a smidge of dragons
Date: 2012-02-11 09:03 am (UTC)Thank you!
Re: Highlander with a smidge of dragons
Date: 2012-02-11 08:36 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you like it! I'm really not sure where it came from, truth be told.
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Date: 2012-02-01 06:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-02 01:09 am (UTC)Thank you! It's awesome.
What's your prompt for the drabble?
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Date: 2012-02-02 05:21 am (UTC)Fandom: Glee
POV: Wednesday Addams
Prompt: The Addams family moves to Lima. People Are Strange (http://youtu.be/WT6x8bY5asw).
Wednesday Addams joins glee club
Date: 2012-02-11 04:28 am (UTC)Mother wants Wednesday to try making friends. They’re summering in Limo, Ohio, of all places – Father has an opportunity to further his empire and Mother refused to be separated from him, so all of them have come to Ohio.
Ohio.
Granny walks around the neighborhood, gathering dogs; Uncle Fester haunts the shadier elements of town; Mother cultivates her garden and commands Father’s minions; Pugsley terrorizes the freshmen; Father stares at Mother and drools; Pubert stays with Granny or Mother, and occasionally Uncle Fester.
And Wednesday must make friends. In the lunchroom, sitting alone, she studies each of the groups. She ignores all the stares and whispers; no one approaches her except Pugsley, and after he is revealed as her younger brother, the students stay even further away.
But it is the third day at this school, and Mother wants them both to make friends. Pugsley has already taken over the ‘punk’ clique. Even the meanest bullies leave him alone. Pugsley has no restraint, unlike Wednesday.
She has no interest in any of the clubs or teams.
“Fascinating style,” a boy says, sitting across from her at the table. “One of my friends used to wear something like that.” He tilts his head, giving her an assessing stare. She sees no fear in his eyes.
Interesting.
That afternoon, she finds the boy in a room with a dozen other students and the ineffective Spanish teacher (Granny already taught her seven languages, and Mother three more).
“Hello!” the boy says. “Are you here to join?”
Everyone else stares, so very afraid. But the teacher overcomes his instincts, so sure that she is a helpless child like all the rest, and welcomes her with a big grin. “Hey!” he says. “I’m Mr. Schuester and this is the glee club. Like Kurt said –are you here to join?”
“I’m Wednesday Addams,” she says, looking at all the strangers before back to Kurt, the boy from lunch. “And I am here to join.”
Mother will be pleased.
Re: Wednesday Addams joins glee club
Date: 2012-02-11 06:37 am (UTC)Re: Wednesday Addams joins glee club
Date: 2012-02-11 08:38 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like it!