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roadrunnermuses2013-08-02 05:25 pm
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The rules are simple. I have a calendar of sorts. Each day has a word. A 100-200 word drabble will be written for that word on that day. If you would like to claim a specific pairing or combo for that particular word, feel free to comment below and tell me, and I will add it to my list.
Given how little I've actually written this year, I'm hoping to actually get this done. We'll see what happens, but these are set for September 2013.
They don't have to be characters I actively write for, they can just be for anything in fandoms you know I know. I will note all claimed prompts in this general area, I'm just too lazy to make a set up right now. GO! Prompt! Win!
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Given how little I've actually written this year, I'm hoping to actually get this done. We'll see what happens, but these are set for September 2013.
They don't have to be characters I actively write for, they can just be for anything in fandoms you know I know. I will note all claimed prompts in this general area, I'm just too lazy to make a set up right now. GO! Prompt! Win!
01. Stefan/Bo ~ for
02. Dean & Diana ~ for
03. Bela/Lana ~ for
04. Stiles/Cora ~ for
05. Steve/Peggy ~ for
06. Neal & Anna ~ for
07. Stefan/Rebekah ~ for
08. Flack/Angell ~ for
09. Tess & Elektra ~ for
10. Alek & Ava ~ for
11. Max/Dean ~ for
12. Don Flack ~ for
13. Kol/Bonnie ~ for
14. Bo/Tyler ~ for
15. Tyler/Caroline ~ for
16. Piper & Christopher ~ for
17. Cassie & Cas ~ for
18. Sam/Allison ~ for
19. Alec McDowell ~ for
20. Charlie & Dylan ~ for
21. Maxwell & Lois ~ for
22. Dean/Christine ~ for
23. Cora Hale ~ for
24. Melinda & Penny ~ for
25. Isaac/Caroline ~ for
26. Dean & Tony ~ for
27. Anna/Neal ~ for
28. Cordelia & Elena ~ for
29. Kara/Lana ~ for
30. Stefan/Cordelia ~ for
no subject
20. Charlie and Dylan.
arcadian ~ beyond the rift ~ 575 words
It takes him some time to become in-tune with this world as oppose to his old one, to … adjust his frequency, so to speak. But once he does, once he learns what to listen for, he can feel the way this universe flexes and pulls, those tiny holes opening and closing, to let people, creatures, anything fall from that world and into this one. It’s not stable, not even remotely, but for now it is holding and that Castiel has found a way to take comfort in.
Still, the rift is rarely ever quiet. There’s always that dull roar in the background, a sound that gets louder when it’s about to open and only quiets slightly once it’s closed. Major rift events echo in his ears for weeks afterwards, the sound of the world crying out at the way it’s being torn apart, and there’s nothing they can do to stop it.
Today, however, the rift is very quiet.
About a week before the announcement, before they’re told that they’re going to have to say goodbye to everything they love, Castiel is sitting in the middle of Grant Park, as he usually does, watching Gabriel and Cassie as they play fetch in the park. He’s watched humans so many times doing these exact things, but from his distance in Heaven he never really understood it the way he did right now. The calm serenity of this moment, where they have nothing to worry about – it’s in this moment that he’s probably the most relaxed he’s ever been.
After tossing off the Frisbee for Gabriel to chase after, Cassie comes to sit next to him again, settling on the bench and tipping her head back towards the sun.
“Almost makes me want to worry,” she says softly, and that makes Castiel frown. The day almost seems too perfect to worry.
“Everything seems quiet,” he replies. “You shouldn’t have to.”
“No, I know. Everything is fine.” The for now attached to the end of it is silent and ever-present, because anyone who’s ever lived in Chicago knows that thinks are never this quiet for long. Such is the nature of the city itself. “Just seems like we’re waiting for something. The calm before the storm, yeah?”
That seems to be a sentiment he can understand. Being prepared is always better than having the rifts catch you off guard, but at the same time, you can never know what exactly you’re being prepared for.
“Perhaps,” he says simply, before turning his attention back out to the open slope of the park in front of him. “All the more reason to enjoy the … down time … while we have it.”
She smiles a bit, before reaching over and taking her hand in his, giving it a bit of a squeeze. “You’re right about that.” Gabriel trots over not long after, bringing Cassie the Frisbee as his tail wagged happily for her to throw it again. “Back again already? Guess we’re going have to throw it a little harder this time.”
As she gets up to throw the Frisbee again, Castiel simply turns to look out at the park again, watching the people as they went about their day. The rifts are quiet, the world seems to be at peace, and maybe it is the calm before the storm.
But that doesn’t mean they can’t appreciate the calm while they have it.
sarang ~ post-beyond the rift ~ 709 words
He survives Chicago, but that isn’t really a guarantee he survives. He also survives longer than most angels of Death, but in the end, his Calling takes him anyway, like it takes everyone like him—quickly, brutally and the best that you can hope for is that you’re still you when it happens.
Charlie got lucky, but he couldn’t have done it without Dylan.
After the rifts, he, Jane and his family crash land in a whole new world. It isn’t unlike the one they came from – it has cities and countries found in the United States and countries like it, but there were no angels. No demons. No war. When six months later, one of the other angels in their community happen to stumble over a pair of archangels, one with a very familiar flash of red hair. It isn’t perfect. There are still people missing (Lena, Sarah, Amy), but it’s better than being stranded in a new universe all alone.
They have ten years together. They aren’t perfect years – nothing ever truly is—but they’re as close as they can get. Things don’t really start to disintegrate until the end. At first, its Charlie’s Calling. Instead of having episodes that last hours when he sees a death, he starts having episodes that last days. There’s one instance where he sees someone’s death and when he wakes up again, he’s three hundred miles away and he doesn’t know how he got there. His sanity had been tenuous when he was in Chicago but even without the weight and danger of the world being torn apart, he still continues to deteriorate. He sees the fear and worry in Jane’s eyes every time he looks at her, like she expects him to break soon and he knows that she’s not wrong. He will. It’s just a matter of time.
He doesn’t get an angel to sing him to his rest in the end, but oddly enough, he does see it coming. He locks eyes with a young man standing outside the local high school and the death hits him just as the other ones do. The second hand phantom sensations of seeing that person’s death through their eyes never get any less unnerving but it’s something else altogether when he’s feeling it firsthand. He’s on that street corner when the bullet’s start flying—someone fighting back when the kid tried to steal their wallet—but he doesn’t notice the white blood trickling over his stomach until after the kid is gone, and he hears Dylan scream.
It all happens quickly. One he’s standing there bleeding, and the next Dylan is next to him and he’s on the ground, feeling things start to slip through his fingers His vision is getting dark around the edges, but he can still see Dylan’s face.
(She’s crying. He wishes she wasn’t.)
“I-is it bad? Can I help? I-I don’t know how to help.” Her voice is soft and fast and she’s panicking, and he reaches over slowly and takes her hand.
“It’s alright. It’s alright, darlin’.” He gives her a small smile as he slumps to lean against her. “You just take my hand. Hold it tight.”
She does as promised and squeezes tightly. “What next?”
“You tell me everything is going to be okay.”
“But it’s not.” The protest comes out before she can stop herself, and he just squeezes her hand tighter, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand.
“It will be,” he nods. “And you tell Jane that I love her. And I’m sorry.” Things are getting even darker, and his grip is weakening as he speaks, but he can still feel her there, and he’s glad she’s here. “Can you do that? Please?”
“I will,” she nods, swallowing hard, before leaning closer and pressing a kiss to the top of his forehead. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
He closes his eyes with that soft press, feeling the pain start to drift away and in the end, dying is almost like going to sleep. That, in itself, is oddly comforting.
“Goodbye, Charlie.”
Before he can say goodbye himself, his hand slips from hers and he quietly lets go.