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

[goldjadeocean.livejournal.com]

Tasting smoke

Tall grass

Self-indulgence

'Tall grass' - Wild Roses, a Trickwood summer

[taennyn]

There was something moving in the grass, rustles that only mostly matched the prevailing breeze.

He waited at the edge, bow half-drawn, to see if it was hunting something else, or hunting him.

From somewhere else in the grass a wolf sang out, echoed in chorus by a dozen other voices, and the thing in the grass erupted, showing itself a bixie with torn wings, angry and injured and hunted.

He put an arrow through the neck, another into the barrel-shaped body, backing away as best he could with his eyes on the screaming beast.

Something huffed a warning, and he froze, until it laughed in a nearly-human voice and said "Thank you for the assist, human."

Re: 'Tall grass' - Wild Roses, a Trickwood summer

[billradish.livejournal.com]

...ahahahaha. Things I didn't need to read as closely as I did just before bed. No.

Is good. Just. Gah.

Re: 'Tall grass' - Wild Roses, a Trickwood summer

[taennyn]

sorry. <3

'tasting smoke' - Falcons' Feathers, Irina

[taennyn]

The interior of the horse tasted like burnt insulation, bite of soot and chemicals in the back of her throat, made her cough and half-choke. She took apart the air system in systematic fashion, replacing anything that seemed scorched or damaged, spent a strand of pearls for more spares, a chance to get herself clean.

Even after everything was replaced, there was still a ghost of a smell left, a smoky taste that permeated everything and made her twitchy about parts failing. Again.

Re: 'tasting smoke' - Falcons' Feathers, Irina

[billradish.livejournal.com]

Not. A fun. Time.

'self-indulgence' - Deaths, the Morrigan

[taennyn]

She is naturally an indulgent sort. She gives good gifts at every opportunity, matches things to tastes and means (what's the good of records if there's no gramaphone to play them on?), buys herself wonderful clothes and gets in every bar fight that comes her way for the sheer joy of fighting. She has lovers in every city.

But the true indulgence is sitting here, with the men who remember her from before she struck her bargain, listening to them talk and laugh and exist.

Re: 'self-indulgence' - Deaths, the Morrigan

[billradish.livejournal.com]

I love her sense of indulgence. <3 In all its flavors.