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

[darthneko.livejournal.com]

large, fluffy, falling snow

piano scales played slowly

the smell of salted meat frying

'large, fluffy, falling snow' - Swallow's Tail, Petrovich and Sascha

[taennyn]

He didn't think he was ever going to get used to ice just . . falling from the sky, in big pale lattices you could practically see.

He was sitting at the top of the Swallow's ramp, in about half his outdoor gear so he didn't get cold, when Sascha came back, ice caked around the heavy treads of his boots and big crystals of it perched in his dreadlocks. He looked like something out of a story, though heaven only knew what kind.

"Lev," the Siberian said, nodding a greeting when he set foot on the ramp.

"Sascha," he replied, scooting off to the side to give the other man space to get past him and inside.

Sascha banged his boots on the side of hte ramp, knocking loose most of the caked ice on his boots before he ducked inside, out of sight.

"Anything on the singer?" he called after a moment, sticking his head back into view.

"Helena and the kid are staying with her nieces until it either gets cold enough to run a sledge safely or it melts. Nothing on the other one."

"Nothin' to do but watch the snow fall, then. It's pretty, yeah?"

"It's . . strange," he replied eventually. "Like something out of a story, or a painting."

Re: 'large, fluffy, falling snow' - Swallow's Tail, Petrovich and Sascha

[darthneko.livejournal.com]

heee! [pets it]

Re: 'large, fluffy, falling snow' - Swallow's Tail, Petrovich and Sascha

[klgaffney.livejournal.com]

*grin* i like the image of a snow-covered sascha.

Re: 'large, fluffy, falling snow' - Swallow's Tail, Petrovich and Sascha

[zero_pixel_count]

*I* know what kind of story, too. He looks like Riddick when he's all rimed with ice. *nodnod* *grin*

Re: 'large, fluffy, falling snow' - Swallow's Tail, Petrovich and Sascha

[billradish.livejournal.com]

Oh, hey. *peers at it* Petrovich talking. Good!

I could so see those reactions, too. Very nicely done.

(you shoosh, at least I checked)

'piano scales played slowly' - Wild Roses, Aodh

[taennyn]

He sits with his legs folded up underneath himself on the bench, thinking that there are a dozen other places he could be, right now, diving through the middle of someone else's war, curled up in someone's bed, playing at dice with off-duty officers, but instead he's sitting here, at the piano of a woman who's been dead so long that it's hard to wrap his head around, years slipping like oil and water through his mind.

Without really meaning to, he reaches out, starts playing scales from the deepest to the highest, slow but without pausing. There's no jazz in his fingers tonight, no syncopation or triplets, no laughter. This Queen and both her sons are dead, and he's played this piano so often some of the staff are convinced there's a musical will-o'-the-wisp, but it's still Brighid's piano, and he is just a latecomer playing it.

Re: 'piano scales played slowly' - Wild Roses, Aodh

[darthneko.livejournal.com]

aiii. very melancholy/tired feeling.

Re: 'piano scales played slowly' - Wild Roses, Aodh

[klgaffney.livejournal.com]

very weary sounding, yes. almost too tired to feel. =(

[he is the will-o'-the-wisp! neat detail.]

Re: 'piano scales played slowly' - Wild Roses, Aodh

[billradish.livejournal.com]

...ow.

'the smell of salted meat frying' - Nataraj, Luke and Samuil

[taennyn]

When he woke up, there was a pervading smell of bacon and ham wafting through the room, and his stomach heaved a protest just before his head informed that one, he'd been drinking last night, and two, that had bee a really bad idea.

There was a glass of water on his nightstand that he didn't remember putting there, and what appeared to be one of his B12 pills from the medicine cabinet.

He was going to kill Luke, just as soon as he could move.

Re: 'the smell of salted meat frying' - Nataraj, Luke and Samuil

[darthneko.livejournal.com]

heeee! yes, one of the times that's a BAD idea. ^_^

Re: 'the smell of salted meat frying' - Nataraj, Luke and Samuil

[billradish.livejournal.com]

He did that intentionally too, didn't he.

Either way, Rita has her face covered and is shaking her head at him. Poor Samuil.