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Elsa of Arendelle ([personal profile] frozenfractals) wrote in [community profile] cityarcade2014-04-30 02:11 am
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MEME: Drabbles and Meta

Today we've got a two-for-one meme!
Tag your characters into the meme, and leave each other either prompts or drabbles, as the mood moves you. Prompts can be anything from a situation to a relationship to a song lyric. Replies can be in the form of drabbles OR meta/rambling about the topic or something associated with it. We all love talking our faces off about these characters, so go ahead and indulge the urge to babble.

Of course, we all know sometimes the inspiration just isn't there, so try not to take it personally if someone just doesn't get to your prompt or if a reply is brief. The more prompts you give, the more likely you are to get!
eternaldaisy: vertigo (thg: sang about what I'd become)

[personal profile] eternaldaisy 2014-04-30 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
I'm standing on my own two feet
Somewhere hanging in between
My life and the death of me
Fate doesn't leave us time to waste
Weaving through the human race
Till we run out of air to breathe

But no one's getting out alive
All the gold on Earth, it won't buy time
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[personal profile] norelief 2014-05-01 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
At first, he's not sure if he can forgive her. To have carried about this secret, this secret not about his life but about his death, for so long and to never have told him seems unfathomably cruel. To let him come to know about it through nightmares that have him clutching fistfuls of sheets, sweating and shaking and swearing in his sleep – how could she? He's so angry, angrier than he's been in Darrow, and maybe than he's ever been before.

And god, he has a lot to be angry about.

But then, after a while, after all of the fury has faded, after his fists have unclenched and teeth ungritted, he wonders – what difference does it make? He's alive here, the air as real as any other, he can taste the saltwater of the sea all the same and her skin is just as soft, just as sweet. The scar in his side isn't some imagined thing. This place is real. And so is he. He's alive, somewhere, and that counts for something.

And he understands why she never told him, finds her and kisses her hard and sure and sorry.