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Tallian
30 Drabbles in 30 Days - day seven

Prompt: Classical music: enchanting or soporific? Does snoring enhance the bass line? - haldane
Title: Vlatava, or The Moldau
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Disclaimer: I am not Arthur Conan Doyle; I make no money off this small story.
A/N: This is a little odd - told from the point of view of Holmes' violin.

His fingers trembled slightly on my frets, the bow a fraction less steady than the day before. It was likely due to his use of coca that evening - the atmosphere of 221B Baker Street had been unusually quiet of late, and his great mind could not easily accomodate such inactivity.

The smooth, sobbing waves of Smetana's Vlatava filled the cluttered room, counterpointed by the relaxed snores emanating from Dr. Watson as he slept by the fire, journal in hand. He shifted in his slumber, his rhythm slowing.

I felt Holmes' smile against my worn chin-piece, and he slowed his tempo to match.
 
 
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Tallian
06 August 2008 @ 02:45 pm
30 Drabbles in 30 Days - Day Six

Prompt: eclipses - belmikey
Title: Eclipses
Fandom: Dr Who; Ten, Rose
Disclaimer: Dr Who, along with the characters and settings contained herein, belong to the BBC.

Rose put her hand to the door of the TARDIS.

"Good heavens, woman! Don't go out like that!"

She snatched her hand back, burned. Grimacing, she called back, "What? Not formal enough for the completely barren plain you've brought me to?"

A pair of distinctly unfashionable black spectacles swung into view from over her shoulder.

"Required dress," the Doctor said gravely, "I can't let you out without them."

Rose groaned. Shoving the hateful things into place, she stormed out, anxious for her first fresh air in days.

The view outside stopped her cold.

Two flaming rings hovered in the darkened sky, bright white against midnight blue.

His casual hand at the nape of her neck chilled her, his pulses beating a doubled counterpoint to her own racing heartbeat.

"Happy birthday, my dear."
 
 
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Tallian
05 August 2008 @ 07:09 pm
30 Drabbles in 30 Days - Day Five

Prompt: Come live with me and be my love - diachrony
Title: Queen of the Ship
Fandom: Firefly
Spoilers: none at all, set in some indeterminate time before Serenity. Wash/Zoe
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed here, as well as the setting, are property of Joss Whedon.

The surface of their bunk dipped under his woman's weight long past her usual time that night, and Wash felt a soft sigh escape him.

As one'd expect, she heard him - those soldier's ears were tuned so's she'd notice a cricket's snore.

"Husband," she murmured in that low voice that'd make a statue perk up and take notice, "Was no need to wait for me."

He rolled to see Zoe's glorious curls backlit by the light from the half-shut hatch behind her, feeling a sheepish smile curve over his face.

"I'd soon as steer this ship into a star, as miss a moment with you."

She leaned in, the curtain of her hair covering him in dark like a crow's wing.

"Flatterer."
 
 
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Tallian
04 August 2008 @ 11:44 am
30 Drabbles in 30 Days - Day Four

Prompt: I love you as fresh meat loves salt - diachrony
Title: Lacuna
Fandom: The X-Files
Spoilers: tiny baby spoilers for "I Want to Believe", nothing that really means anything
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed here, as well as the setting, are property of Chris Carter.

She's taking naps again, he thought. That was never a good sign.

Her fire-and-honey hair was still in its knot at the base of her skull, starting to come undone and spread itself over the throw pillow.

It stung, to see the dark hollows beneath her eyes, a silent reproof for his withdrawal, a shadow of the apathetic beard he'd allowed to grow to add another layer to his hermit crab shell.

Her strength burned him, salt in his never-healing wounds, but he knew he would lose the best part of himself without her. Fox reached out and paused, fingers trembling inches above her cheek.

Somewhere behind him, in another room, a phone began to ring.
 
 
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Tallian
03 August 2008 @ 07:30 pm
30 Drabbles in 30 Days - Day Three

Prompt: Not everybody likes beaches - haldane
Title: Desert Running
Fandom: House MD
Spoilers: set about midway through this past season
Disclaimer: House MD, its characters and settings are the property of Fox and Bad Hat Harry Productions.

They were in Miami for the weekend. House had found the tickets last Monday, just lying out in Wilson's office - well, as long as "lying out" could be applied to a locked box in Wilson's bookcase; House certainly thought so.

It was raining in Princeton, a gray evening, his windows pearled with raindrops. He curled his lips disdainfully, speculating on Wilson's huffing and puffing as Amber dragged the out-of-shape ladies' man on morning runs on the beach. The idiot was probably pretending to enjoy it, just like he always had back when House had been the one to cajole him out of bed before the sun came up. After the infarction, Wilson stopped running every morning, then just stopped altogether. The embarrassed grimace on his face when House started needling him about his developing paunch (how far along? who's the proud papa?) told House everything he needed to know.

"He's a liar," he muttered aloud, no longer seeing the rain-beaded windows and dark sky. He thought about golden sand dragging at bare feet, Wilson's flushed, laughing face following behind.
 
 
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Tallian
03 August 2008 @ 07:13 pm
30 Drabbles in 30 Days - Day Two

Prompt: I've got too many regrets, I smoke too many cigarettes - karaokegal
Title: Film Noir
Fandom: Torchwood
Spoilers: through the end of Series 2, sort of - no big surprises
Disclaimer: Torchwood and the characters and settings contained herein are property of the BBC.

He figured he had a few days at least before the cigarettes started making him cough when he wasn't smoking them. Probably longer before Jack noticed.

Ianto had always been a clean liver - eat healthy, exercise, moderate drinking of red wine with dinner, straight as an arrow - he just barely managed to keep from beating the fag against the wall at the thought. Torchwood had eaten every trait that he'd thought made him who he was, and gave him this in return: stale cigarettes in a dark alley.

He leaned out of the lamplight when Gwen made her entrance with a sad, anticipatory look on her face, on her way to see Jack. Ianto crushed the coal of his cig against the wall and followed after a discreet few moments, flipping the sign in the tourist shop to "closed."
 
 
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Tallian
03 August 2008 @ 06:51 pm
30 Drabbles in 30 Days - Day One (I know this is two days late - shh)

Prompt: sartorial shenanigans - diachrony
Title: A Day Off
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed here, as well as the setting, are property of Joss Whedon.

Willow scrunched up her nose at the odor beginning to waft up from her borrowed shirt. "Dawnie, this is supposed to be a normal day -"

"A zombie and death-free day ..." muttered Xander.

Dawn cut them both off with an excited shake of her script. "But that's just it! When else can we have fun with they of the droppy flesh and brain-eating persuasion? Please guys, we can win this contest -"

Picking at her stained skirt, Buffy whispered, "I'm not sure we want to win this contest -"

"So," Dawn sideswiped their feeble objections with a bright, forced grin, "Let's just take it from the first chorus then. Right?" She eyed Xander thoughtfully. "And remember to keep your knees up."

"This is hell."

"I've been to hell. This is worse."

"5, 6, 7 Cause it's a Thriller ..."
 
 
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Tallian
31 July 2008 @ 10:48 am
For my 30 drabbles in 30 days project.

Prompts so far:

from karaokegal
Many times I've been alone; many times I've cried.
Somebody sit in my chair and ruin my sleep and make me aware of being alive.
Never saw the sun shining so bright, never saw things going so right.
What a difference a day made.
I've got too many regrets, I smoke too many cigarettes.

from diachrony
Sartorial shenanigans.
Come live with me and be my love ...
Only a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster would do it.
Mmm, a juicy ripe peach.
These were the days when my heart was volcanic ...
There is no line that you can't step right over ...
"I love you as fresh meat loves salt."
Now I know her secret name ...
Crackers.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

from belmikey
debugging
smoggy dystopian cities

from haldane
The language of flowers - not all lists are the same. Examples: Rue = disdain, or regret; Lavender = mistrust, or devotion; white carnations can be disdain or loveliness & innocence. This could cause problems.
Piling up excuses: "My car broke down; my phone battery was flat; I didn't have change for a payphone; the taxi drivers went on strike; I was kidnapped by aliens!"
Not everybody likes beaches.
Classical music: enchanting or soporific? Does snoring enhance the bass line?

That's just 21 so far - more please!!

ETA: k_haldane's prompts - thank you!
 
 
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Tallian
28 July 2008 @ 10:03 am
Stolen from deviantfantasy, who did this a few years ago and had a lot of fun so I decided to do it myself. The idea is to write 30 drabbles in 30 days starting on August 1st. This is to try to jump-start my fanfic brain again, which has been revving in neutral for too long!

The Rules

1. Reply to this post with up to five prompts (I may ask for more later). Pairings and/or characters are not prompts.

2. Your prompt will be added to a master list, which will be placed in a separate post.

3. When I come to your prompt, I’ll look at your user info page to see what fandoms, characters and/or pairings you like. Then I will write you a drabble.

4. All drabbles will be posted on my journal. And will be 100-200 words long.

5. If I do not get 30 prompts before the 1st, I will fill in the remaining spots with my own and write whatever I chose.

6. If you aren’t into fandom and/or don’t share the same interests as me, you might want to give me something extra to work with. I will write original fic for you if necessary.

7. Fics will be rated from G to NC-17.

This post will be closed on July 31st.

Go ahead and prompt me! :D
 
 
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