Sparks!

[taennyn]

Sparks for the poor?


Wild Roses:
The difference between timely and just in time (Phoebe & a young Ulysse)
a match struck in the dark (Takashi, Rock God days)
Fire-aligned at -40 (somewhere in the Trickwood)
family relationships (somewhere in the Trickwood)
changing assumptions
half-rotted leaves
tall grass
reinterpretation
I eets ur hed (the ambassador from Autumn & her daughter)
secondhand boots [2] (Isael)
fuzzy scratchy blankets (Fintain & Hazel & Sascha)
red stripes (Hazel & Sascha)
piano scales played slowly (Aodh)
bear trap (Hazel & Lin)
a little grey kitten (Isael & Conall)

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Herding the Witches' Horses:
a broken instrument (Falcons' Feathers, Sajal & Irina)
tasting smoke (Falcons' Feathers, Irina)
secondhand boots [1] (Sibir, Sergeievich)
reoccuring dreams (Sibir/Swallow's Tail, Helena)
nitrogen snow (le Chevalier de Grammont, Sinclair)
cats (le Chevalier de Grammont, Sinclair & Grammont)
the feeling of walking into the middle of an argument, even tho nobody's actually saying anything. (le Chevalier de Grammont, Martin & Sinclair & Grammont)
large fluffy falling snow (Swallow's Tail, Petrovich & Sascha)

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Death be not Proud:
mackeral (the Morrigan)
a partially destroyed, crucial record ([Telas] De'Ath)
brass taps & oak (Eduard De'Ath & the Morrigan)
self-indulgence (the Morrigan)

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Other:
the smell of salted meat frying (Nataraj, Luke & Samuil)
polished marble (Nataraj, Luke)
incandescent joy (Nataraj, Luke & Samuil)

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Unknown:
Omniscience
Heroes are irritating creatures.
just hanging on 'til tomorrow
sometimes healing brings its own sort of pain

Comments

'a broken instrument' - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Sajal

[taennyn]

"What is that?"

She was leaning wide to see around him without breathing down his neck, which he appreciated, but he reached back and moved one of her hands from his belt to a hook on the wall. Which brought her even more out of his line of reference, but kept her from distracting him from the poor balalaika by shifting or slipping and taking him with her.

"It used to be a balalaika," he said, smoothing his fingers across the remains of a long neck before examining the tangle of the triangular body. "It looks like someone used it to hit someone else. See how this section's pushed in?" he pointed, and she reached past him to run a finger along the grain of one of the pieces, curling her legs in until she was crouched beside him.

"What's it made of?"

"Wood."

She looked at him sharply, her eyes narrow. "You're having me on."

He grinned at her like a liar, then picked up the poor thing and held it out towards her, his face sober. "Plastics don't shatter like this."

She made the sign of the Cross, then touched it again, her eyes wide. "Someone made--"

"Music can be just as sacred as saints' bones," he told her, a little dry, as he started packing the balalaika into a carry-box.

Re: 'a broken instrument' - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Sajal

[youraugustine.livejournal.com]

. . . my head is hurting at the idea of plastic stringed instruments.

Re: 'a broken instrument' - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Sajal

[klgaffney.livejournal.com]

"but-but-but someone actually made an instrument out of WOOD." heee. that's adorable.

Re: 'a broken instrument' - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Sajal

[zero_pixel_count]

...what makes it worse is that someone else apparently used it as a weapon...

Re: 'a broken instrument' - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Sajal

[taennyn]

I'm pretty sure they had a damn good reason, if that's any consolation? >.>

Re: 'a broken instrument' - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Sajal

[darthneko.livejournal.com]

eeeee. awesome.

Re: 'a broken instrument' - Falcons' Feathers, Irina and Sajal

[billradish.livejournal.com]

Poor balalaika. =(