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I wrote a double drabble inspired by this delightful person's amazingly cool Ribbon Code that took me back into the melancholy that apparently I'm destined to write for these two.

Forgotten Things

 
 
Tucked under the billowing sleeve around his right wrist, he’s never removed them. Twin ribbons of blue loosely wound with pink, tied so tenderly while drinking wine under a late blooming tree as they talked of life and adventure. “What is this?” Gilmore asked, smiling as Vax’ildan pressed the bottle to his lips.
 
He offered a coy drunken smile before answering; “A message.” His face hardened slightly and he added; “A warning to any who might bring harm.”
 
“What does it mean?” Gilmore asked again.
 
Vax’ildan’s fingers reached out, caressing his wrist before tracing over the dark blue first; “You’re a trusted ally, someone I depend on.” His eyes lowered, following the track of his fingertip as it shifted to the soft pink intertwined with blue; “And a rogue’s beloved.”
 
The edges have frayed with the occasional worry of Gilmore’s hands over it, every time he thinks of what he’s lost, or nearly lost. Every time he thinks of dragons. A stain spreads near the knot, his own blood tinging it old crimson. He wonders idly, if Vax remembers that day in Emon as fondly as he does or if in the wake of the dragons it’s another forgotten thing.
 
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Darkest Before the Light

He'd only just heard of their arrival as dusk fell, but Gilmore took his time returning to the empty bottles of potions he'd been trying to make in an effort to ease the storm that had passed and the new one still looming dark on the horizon. His magic still failed him, unable to concentrate in his rage and sorrow, but he had his mind still.

In the night, he found Vax'ildan's room, aware of the rumors of their grief. A bed untouched, a fresh lamp wick lit. He waited, but rest nor his companion came that night in Whitestone.
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Finished up my Drabbles owed from my Winter Drabble Drive! :) Which means I'll be starting on the spring ones next. *dance* Very happy with this assortment.

Cat and Mouse (BBC Sherlock, Moriarty. Gen)
http://afullmargin.dreamwidth.org/16265.html?thread=18825#cmt18825

Drawing It Out (Big Bang Theory, Penny/Amy. Teen)
http://afullmargin.dreamwidth.org/16265.html?thread=19337#cmt19337

Joke (Big Bang Theory, Raj/Stuart. Gen)
http://afullmargin.livejournal.com/203871.html?thread=879199#t879199

Owned (Burn Notice, Michael/Fiona. Explicit)
http://afullmargin.dreamwidth.org/16265.html?thread=18569#cmt18569

Wager (Burn Notice, Michael/Fiona. Teen)
http://afullmargin.dreamwidth.org/16265.html?thread=19849#cmt19849

Recovery (Psych, Henry/Karen. Gen)
http://afullmargin.dreamwidth.org/16265.html?thread=19593#cmt19593

Not Difficult (Spaced, Daisy/Tim/Mike. Teen)
http://afullmargin.dreamwidth.org/16265.html?thread=19081#cmt19081

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Title: Positive Change
Author: anemptymargin
Fandom: Silver Linings Playbook
Pairing(s): Pat/Tiffany
Rating: G
Summary: Pat’s happy.
Notes: Written for 100 Word Stories.
Prompt: Happy
Spoilers: The film.
Warnings: mental health
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: This is a work of fictional parody in no way intended to infringe upon the rights of any individual or corporate entity. Any and all characters or celebrity personae belong to their rightful owners. Absolutely no money has or will be gained from this work. Please do not publicly link, repost or redistribute without letting me know first.

He’s happy, Pat thinks as he comes down for breakfast – hair still askew, sweats fresh from the dryer for his run – Mom’s making eggs and the lingering bacon smell draws him to hover over her for a taste before it’s even flopped onto the table. The Eagles are up for the season, and Dad’s up too. Even Dr. Patel has noted a positive change.

There’ve been days when he didn’t think he’d ever see that side of the storm again, but when he looks out the window and sees the most unexpected woman he’s met crossing the street, he’s happy.
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Some more from my Winter Break drabble drive!

"Human Robots are In... Human" (Aquabats, gen. G)

"Hobnob Gobbler" (Spaced, gen-ish. G)

"Sides" (Burn Notice, Sam/Mike. G)

"Best" (Burn Notice, Sam/Mike/Fi. Explicit)

"Desserts" (Evil Dead Trilogy, Ash/Sheila. G)

"Coming Attractions" (My Name is Bruce, Bruce/Kelly. Teen)

"Living Together" (Big Bang Thery, Raj/Stuart. Gen)

"Fa-la-la-la-no." (Psych, Gus & Shawn. Gen)
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My depressive swing killed my muse on my *actual* winter break, but I'm making good on my promise. Worked out a few goodies today, I think. Will work on more as the muses let me. Multiple drabbles, multiple fandoms.

Milliways 'verse, William Evans and Michael Westen: Trust

Psych, Gus: Sugar Drunk

Psych, Shawn/Gus: Warm Cocoa

Psych Happy 'Verse, Gus/Shawn/Juliet (double drabble): Snowmen

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel: Affirmation

British Comedian RPF, Bill Bailey: A Picture of Bill Bailey
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To Henry, Karen is the future, wiping away the sins of the past.

She is a lady, all he desires, a goddess and a princess – she deserves all that he can give her and more.

She is the warmth in his once empty bed, the complications he welcomes in his life, the one thing he shouldn’t have and yet has been lucky enough to hold.

She is breakfast in bed on Tuesday morning, pouring warm blueberry syrup over homemade pancakes she’ll say she doesn’t deserve.

She is the reason he puts in his notice.

She is the reason he survives.

***

For Muir's drabble tree.
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The hospital scares Eric, the way Linus looks so small in a hospital bed – the way his skin looks just as white as the sheets under the gown, the way his eyes are closed and the only indication he’s still there is the stable bounce of the monitor read out.

No better time than now.

He presses Linus’ knuckles to his lips, gripping tighter. This could be the time he doesn’t come back.

“I love you, and you were right about Luke and Leia,” he admits sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”

Linus’ fingers flex and he opens his eyes; “Love you too.”

***

For Muir's drabble tree.
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Stuart watches them from behind the counter, arguing semantics over back issues; who was the best Green Lantern – Alan Scott, of course… everyone knows that even though she likes Hal Jordan better because he was in the movie and played by Ryan Reynolds – and he realizes that despite their differences they’re happy. He’s just another geek in a comic shop and yet there’s this beautiful girl with him that he doesn’t appreciate nearly as much as she deserves. A woman like that is a treasure.

How in the hell did this happen?

And why doesn’t it ever happen to him?

***

For Muir's drabble tree.
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Someone has to be responsible for a change, Shawn’s just surprised it has to be him. He really sort of thought that Gus would always be the one who would, through some stroke of cosmic jujube genius, know exactly what to say and do and when. But when he listens to the voicemail from Chief Vick asking where they are and finds Gus coming down from another high, napping on the couch, he knows he has to take matters into his own hands.

Skittles, M&Ms, Toblerone, Mike & Ike, Snickers, Twizzlers, 3 Musketeers and Tootsie Rolls fill the garbage can.

***

For Muir's drabble tree.
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He’s a spy first, they’ve always known that – and watching him down his great descent to hell hasn’t been a picnic for any of them. Each of them thinks they might change it, eventually, but in the long run there’s no changing who Michael is.

Fiona thinks it was Anson that started this ball rolling; Anson that got him burned and prodded him at every turn. Sam thinks it was the war and the things he did back in the day.

Madeline knows, has always known, that he would always be a man apart from the rest of the world.

***

For Muir's Drabble Tree.
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“Well one of you is going to have to…”

“Not it!” Shawn shouted before Henry could even finish his sentence.

Gus frowned; “Dude, he could have been saying ‘one of you is going to have to eat the rest of this pie’.”

Shawn raises an eyebrow at his father; “Conditional, not it unless it involves pie.”

“You can’t have a conditional ‘not it’.” Henry shook his head; “You know the rules specifically state once you’ve said it, you can’t take it back.”

“What about the qualified take backsies clause of 1997?”

“Shawn, that clause is only for adults. Pie, Gus?”

***

For Muir's drabble tree!

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