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fannishliss) wrote2011-05-24 04:26 pm
fannishliss) wrote2011-05-24 04:26 pm
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The Get to Know Your Flist drabble meme
I swiped a meme:
The FIRST FIVE PEOPLE who comment on this post will receive their very own personalized Supernatural drabble that somehow incorporates one or more of your listed "interests" from your profile page. I'll try my best to do more than the first five, but I definitely guarantee those drabbles. You may also suggest one or two specific characters if you like!
Gimme a week, and you'll get your very own 100 words in your hot little hands!
There's a catch, though ... I'm asking that you write one back for me. Come on, 100 words ... that's nothing.
The FIRST FIVE PEOPLE who comment on this post will receive their very own personalized Supernatural drabble that somehow incorporates one or more of your listed "interests" from your profile page. I'll try my best to do more than the first five, but I definitely guarantee those drabbles. You may also suggest one or two specific characters if you like!
Gimme a week, and you'll get your very own 100 words in your hot little hands!
There's a catch, though ... I'm asking that you write one back for me. Come on, 100 words ... that's nothing.
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Your drabbles can be pretty terrifying. I'm glad you wanted to play!
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A Hunter’s life had certain perqs: travel, hiking, being out in nature; sometimes, it didn’t suck, those rare times when nothing was trying to kill you.
Birdwatching? With a Hunter’s senses, Dean Winchester would have been a first-class birder, but he didn’t have the luxury.
The closest he’d come was seeing a broken-hearted Phoenix try to revenge the rape and murder of its mate.
And he’d shot it down in the street.
Sometimes he saw it rise up, perfect feathers of flame, soaring-- but then he’d awaken, face wet, his momentary gratitude fading, that one perfect thing no longer unburned.
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Thank you so much! The Phoenix...looking for justice for its murdered wife. Dean could identify, I'm sure, after all he spent twenty two years following his father's quest for the exact same thing.
Beautifully done, I really love it!
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as soon as I saw Birdwatching in your interests -- the Phoenix popped into my head. :P
I'm really glad the drabble worked for you!
What would they have done if they'd need unicorn horn? :(
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It’s not something you ever think about until it jumps front and center, demanding your attention. Like when you get taken down during training and your back hits the ground so hard you think you’ll never inhale again. Or during a salt and burn as the smoke surrounds you, chokes you, fills you with darkness. From birth to death, you just do it.
Everyone stops eventually, you’ve known that since forever, but it shouldn’t be him. It’s too soon to be him. You hold your brother, hands soaked in his blood and wait for a breath that will never come.
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Sad and relentless. :)
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So glad you liked!