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Date: 2012-10-07 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-07 04:35 pm (UTC)I WILL MOST CERTAINLY BE BACK SOON TO PROMPT ALL THE THINGS.
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Date: 2012-10-07 04:43 pm (UTC)if you weren't real, i would make you up; gwen+morgana; g
Date: 2012-10-07 10:50 pm (UTC)gwen blinks and knows that she'll disappear, only to reappear the next day, at a different hour, when the light's not quite right.
sometimes, gwen will rub at her eyes with her fingers to make it stop. will try not to think much of it when her hand will be wet. won't think because she is the queen and queens stand tall and brave and decidedly do not think about girls in bright silk dresses, girls who are now haunted and haunting, hunted and hunting, have hurt and are hurting and hurting and hurting.
(and sometimes, gwen will blink, keep her eyes closed longer, keep the image there, think, please don't leave yet. you just came. you just--)
it's not like it makes a difference. she will always appear then disappear, with a blink of an eye, turn of the head, a split second of inattention, snapping back to attention.
and she's there like she was always there (never there), like she never left (was never there) to begin with.
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Date: 2012-10-07 10:42 pm (UTC)Amy stretched her fingertips out and the parabolic curve of the apple, crimson red in the golden autumn sunlight, bobbed gently in the air just beyond her reach. "Yes," she said shortly, and blew back a bit of her hair which had come loose and was trying to stick itself to her mouth. "Of course I should be."
She dragged her body, hooked awkwardly around the branch, another scant inch forward, and the branch bowed gracefully under her, a little closer to the Earth.
"Oh, right, because I was thinking the sign said please climb our apple trees as much as possible, so what you're doing makes perfect sense."
"It's..." she bit her tongue as the skin of the apple brushed her fingers for the first time, "it's the perfect apple." She smiled as she finally connected, giving the stem a stern yank, and tossed the apple down to him. It hung suspended between them for a split-second, caught between the Earth and the sky, a planetary body in meager orbit.
Rory caught the apple one handed, neatly plucking it out of the air. Her husband, clad in a warm wool jumper with his hair a bit long and threatening to fall messily over his forehead like a boy's, and the only thing you might notice different about him is that he didn't look at his hand as he caught the apple. He glanced, instead, to each side, and with exaggerated nonchalance tossed the apple into the tote bag at his feet, as cool as a jewel thief.
Amy rotated about the branch, letting gravity swing her body downward like a sloth's, and untangled her legs to let her feet drag in the breeze. "Ready?" she asked, the bark biting into her hands and her arms stretched long.
"Always," he said.
Amy let go.
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Date: 2012-10-07 05:36 pm (UTC)Basically anything that ends up with Edith/Hughes locked in one room and Cora/Sarah in another.
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Date: 2012-10-08 09:24 pm (UTC)PG, I guess?
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The only sound Stiles could hear was his own footsteps over the crisp forest floor. The wolves just knew how to walk quietly, Allison was a predator in her own right and Lydia was too damn good at everything to make any noise.
Stiles clutched his baseball bat (well, Scott's baseball bat) closer as the entire group moved in one line, scouring the woods for any sign of anything amiss. The Alpha Pack had everyone on edge so as soon as a report of a creature sighting surfaced and reached Chris Argent's ears Derek's pack jumped in as soon as they could.
After another five minutes of near-dead silence Stiles stopped and let the end of his bat hit the ground. Everyone else went on high alert, expecting that Stiles saw something. When nothing happened they all turned to him expectantly.
"I thought supernatural boogeymen were supposed to take Halloween off," Stiles finally said. Everyone groaned and Stiles could feel Derek's heated stare boring into the back of his head. "I'm just saying!"
"That was on Buffy," Scott piped up, trying to he helpful.
"And it never worked out that way," Derek muttered. Stiles wheeled around, surprised.
"You watched Buffy? That's so... cool! What was your favorite episode? What did you think about Oz? Is that why you watched, because there was a were-"
"Stiles!"
"Right, sorry." Stiles shut up and made a motion of zipping his lips and tossing a key behind him. Derek just rolled his eyes and continued forward, prompting the rest of the group to continue as well. Five minutes later the only sound was once again Stiles crunching over leaves and fallen twigs. It was driving him crazy.
"What are we looking for again?" he finally asked aloud, prompting another grumble from the rest of the pack.
"We don't know," Derek replied between clenched teeth. "If you'd shut up we'd have a better chance of finding out, wouldn't we?"
"Nothing to go on at all?" Stiles pressed, unconcerned with Derek's tone.
"Something about a small animal hitting or destroying trees out here, going after other small animals--it was obviously enough to worry the Hunters," Derek added before Stiles could scoff.
"What, like a splintercat?" Stiles asked instead, surprising everyone.
"A what?" Scott asked.
"Splintercat. Native to the Pacific Northwest, goes after racoons and bees, oddly enough, throws itself at trees to break them open to get at the honey. Supposed to be pretty nasty."
"A splinter... cat?" Jackson repeated slowly. "Are you telling me we're out here on one of the biggest party nights of the year looking for a cat?"
Jackson rolled his eyes and mouthed a couple choice words while Lydia laid a hand on his shoulder and turned to Derek. "It does seem a little over reactionary, don't you think?"
"Yeah, come on Derek," Scott added. "Can't we wait to see if anything more concrete comes up and have a better idea of what we're looking for?"
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Date: 2012-10-08 07:29 pm (UTC)Speak of the devil, "It'll be fun." She grins, her hair brushed out and big and red.
"If you say so," he says, but he tries hard not to sound convinced.
The Doctor twirls around the console, "It's free sweets," he exclaims, "The one day of the year it's acceptable to knock on strangers doorsteps and ask for food."
Amy frowns, "You do that all the time."
"Do not."
"Do too."
He sighs, looks from one to the other and then down at himself, a centurion again. He wonders, perhaps, when the ache in his chest will lift, "So?" he asks, "Are we gonna go or what?"
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Date: 2012-10-08 04:56 pm (UTC)*
"I have a plan."
Since Xena doesn't have a plan to find the latest warlord they're chasing--at least, not one that Gabrielle won't whine her right out of, since it would involve destruction of property that belongs to good people--she (against her better judgment, she might add) asks. "What sort of plan?"
"We disguise ourselves, knock on all the doors in town, and ask for something ... a sweet, maybe." Xena knew it was a bad plan to miss lunch. "These are good people, and it's bad luck to refuse hospitality on the night before the seasons change, so if they don't give us something, we'll know they've got something to hide! We get a treat, or they get a trick. Great, right?"
Xena, with the sense of resignation she's come to recognize all too well since Gabrielle has started traveling with her, rests her head in her hand. "Disguise ourselves how, exactly?"
Gabrielle grins winsomely, and Xena knows she's really in trouble. "I know just the thing."
This isn't going to end well, but really, what on their travels does? Xena is willing to go along with it and see how it goes. After all, she knows a few ways she could turn these odds in their favor ...
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