MEME: Drabbles and Meta

[frozenfractals]

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!

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[behindmothersback]

Eleanor Lamb

[moonsummoned]

Miss Lucy had some leeches, the leeches liked to suck
And when they drank up all her blood, she didn't give a–

Funny when the doctors had locked her in her cell
Miss Lucy screamed all night that they should go to bloody–

Hello to the surgeon, with scalpel old and blunt...

[behindmothersback]

She never liked the Medical Pavilion, it smelled funny and the splicers there were different. Then all had slices on them and they were angry because they couldn't get more. They all cried for the doctor, over and over again.

They interrupted her singing. But the angels there, the angels had all the good ADAM.

So through the tunnels she went, like the good little sister she was, knowing that Daddy would be there on the other side. Peeking her head out, she heard someone calling.

My Aphrodite! I can hear you! I am your servant and together we will free them from their symmetry!

When the screams followed, the sister drew back into her vent. The nasty doctor was out. She'd come back later.

[yourprivilege]

Forgiveness

[behindmothersback]

It's funny, Father, how I can split my mind now. First it was between myself and the other Sisters, and now it is between you and I. I can feel your thoughts and your emotions and I never knew how powerful your anger could be. He's done so much to us, and would do so much more if he had to, and yet here you stand.

He betrayed us both, Father, why do you wait? He gave you to Ryan who left you to be broken and molded into the creature you are now. He tossed me in the orphanage where I was broken and made into the creature I once was. Auntie Grace's cruelty was born in hope and altruism, but him? His selfishness has never changed and there is none he would not sacrifice.

And the sisters in the park? The ones he had you hunt, he wanted you to destroy them, to end the memories they contained, the memories that led us to our bitter knowledge, the truth of his betrayal. You saved them, but he would have had you kill them and yet here you stand.

He deserves to die, Father, what kind of lives could we have if he hadn't have fed us to the sharks? But you're standing there and I... I can feel what you're feeling and you feel... sorry for him? Why? Because he's small? Weak? Yes, but no. I don't understand, but I can feel it, too. He is... under us. Beneath us. He betrays because it's the only way he knows how to survive. The way you killed because it was all you knew how to survive. The way I hunted angels because that was how I knew how to survive. Because he isn't strong enough for anything else. Not like we are now. You feel sorry for him and in the end, you... you forgive him for his weakness. You forgive him and now? As connected as we are?

So do I.