Post by rainstormamaya on Aug 26, 2009 9:28:01 GMT 10
Title: Fragments
Summary: Ten sentences of different genres.
Rating: PG
Series: From SotL to PotS
Warnings: Hangovers, serious injuries, femmeslashy undertones?
Note: There was an LJ meme and I got caught in it...
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Angst:
It was his fault, and nobody else’s: Wyldon cursed himself for the one stupid slip that had probably lost the realm one of the best commanders it had, even if she was a girl.
AU:
Giacinta Salmalín strongly suspected that Patrisha Call-Me-Trisha Staghorn was the kind of girl her mother had described as ‘no better than she ought to be’, but she couldn’t help being drawn to her.
Crack!fic:
Jonathan was willing to put up with the court mages’ little accidents in the name of having some of the most brilliant magical minds at his disposal, but he drew the line at whistling purple rabbits infesting his palace.
Crossover:
“He says his name’s Harry Potter,” reported a young Rider dubiously, “and he keeps asking if anyone’s seen an old boot- something about a ‘port-key’?”
First Time:
Kel’s head was pounding as if a giant was trying to thump its way out and she felt as sick as the Lioness on a sea voyage; swearing off alcohol for life was not a difficult decision.
Fluff:
“Do you know you’re beautiful?” Jonathan asked, and it might have been a trite comment but the look in his eyes made it something different, touching, more- or maybe Thayet was just too much in love.
Humour:
“-and then,” Douglass concluded furiously, not noticing that Alan had fallen asleep and Sacherell was playing cards with himself, “the blackguard walked off with my sheep!”
Hurt/Comfort:
Lerant hissed in pain as Neal made the first stitches, and Kel gripped his shoulder in sympathy; normally he would have made a caustic comment, but the contact was strangely comforting, and she probably meant well.
UST:
It didn’t matter if they were standing on opposite sides of the mess- every room that contained Evin Larse was much too small, and he was always much too close.
Summary: Ten sentences of different genres.
Rating: PG
Series: From SotL to PotS
Warnings: Hangovers, serious injuries, femmeslashy undertones?
Note: There was an LJ meme and I got caught in it...
~~~
Angst:
It was his fault, and nobody else’s: Wyldon cursed himself for the one stupid slip that had probably lost the realm one of the best commanders it had, even if she was a girl.
AU:
Giacinta Salmalín strongly suspected that Patrisha Call-Me-Trisha Staghorn was the kind of girl her mother had described as ‘no better than she ought to be’, but she couldn’t help being drawn to her.
Crack!fic:
Jonathan was willing to put up with the court mages’ little accidents in the name of having some of the most brilliant magical minds at his disposal, but he drew the line at whistling purple rabbits infesting his palace.
Crossover:
“He says his name’s Harry Potter,” reported a young Rider dubiously, “and he keeps asking if anyone’s seen an old boot- something about a ‘port-key’?”
First Time:
Kel’s head was pounding as if a giant was trying to thump its way out and she felt as sick as the Lioness on a sea voyage; swearing off alcohol for life was not a difficult decision.
Fluff:
“Do you know you’re beautiful?” Jonathan asked, and it might have been a trite comment but the look in his eyes made it something different, touching, more- or maybe Thayet was just too much in love.
Humour:
“-and then,” Douglass concluded furiously, not noticing that Alan had fallen asleep and Sacherell was playing cards with himself, “the blackguard walked off with my sheep!”
Hurt/Comfort:
Lerant hissed in pain as Neal made the first stitches, and Kel gripped his shoulder in sympathy; normally he would have made a caustic comment, but the contact was strangely comforting, and she probably meant well.
UST:
It didn’t matter if they were standing on opposite sides of the mess- every room that contained Evin Larse was much too small, and he was always much too close.