Drabble Meme, second to last! (9/10)
Jul. 12th, 2009 02:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ad_exiaFirstly, a happy birthday to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pergamond! :D Because we're still on the same day~
Next, one more drabble down, one to go! I probably could've waited until they were both done, but that would've made too much sense, clearly. I swear I haven't forgotten the last one! I might even give it a go tomorrow. :D;
Forasphodel:
Fandom: The Last Herald-Mage
Prompt: Vanyel/Stefen/Lendel
Notes: Somehow, if I had to make an FST for TLHM, "I Believe in You" by Evanescence would top the list. This is kind of based on that? Only short. :D; (Seriously, I could wax eloquent on it for chapters, if I dared.) 301 words.
Title:
Taking Over Me
Sometimes Stefen wakes in the middle of the night, and he could swear he’s someone else. He will lay atop the sheets, arms and legs exactly as they were when he woke, and stare up at the ceiling and wonder where he is. His mind will swirl with the half-remembered murmurs in a dream he has woken from too quickly, and for a moment he wonders where the fiction stops and where his own life begins.
He will usually slide from the bed, from beneath the curve of Vanyel’s arm, and pad over to the windows, their surface gilded silver in the moonlight. He will look into the glass, half-seeing the ghost of his reflection superimposed upon the landscape beyond, and he will look into eyes laid upon the sleeping trees of the forest and wonder if they can tell him who he is.
He will stand like that for minutes, or hours – he cannot tell – but eventually the feeling will fade. The dream will slip back into what isn’t and his mind will slip back into what is. The eyes he sees looking back at him are hazel, and the hair auburn, no matter how much they might look brown and blonde when his vision is clouded from sleep. His fingers belong to a bard, and his past to the streets, and he is ashamed of none of these things.
And so Stefen will creep back into Vanyel’s bed, beside the man he’s come to love more than his own heartbeat. He will draw the blankets around them both, and Vanyel will shift closer in his sleep. And Stefen will close his eyes and drift back into dreams, knowing that his soul belongs to the man beside him and that’s the way it should be and has always been, forevermore.
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In other words, I realized that I might actually have a life if I didn't spend so much stupid time re-writing the entirety of PJO, starring Percy and Nico. XD Dear God, make it stooooooop. (Actually, don't, as I seem to be perfectly happy in my insanity. ::dies::)
pergamond! :D Because we're still on the same day~ Next, one more drabble down, one to go! I probably could've waited until they were both done, but that would've made too much sense, clearly. I swear I haven't forgotten the last one! I might even give it a go tomorrow. :D;
For
asphodel:Fandom: The Last Herald-Mage
Prompt: Vanyel/Stefen/Lendel
Notes: Somehow, if I had to make an FST for TLHM, "I Believe in You" by Evanescence would top the list. This is kind of based on that? Only short. :D; (Seriously, I could wax eloquent on it for chapters, if I dared.) 301 words.
Title:
Taking Over Me
Sometimes Stefen wakes in the middle of the night, and he could swear he’s someone else. He will lay atop the sheets, arms and legs exactly as they were when he woke, and stare up at the ceiling and wonder where he is. His mind will swirl with the half-remembered murmurs in a dream he has woken from too quickly, and for a moment he wonders where the fiction stops and where his own life begins.
He will usually slide from the bed, from beneath the curve of Vanyel’s arm, and pad over to the windows, their surface gilded silver in the moonlight. He will look into the glass, half-seeing the ghost of his reflection superimposed upon the landscape beyond, and he will look into eyes laid upon the sleeping trees of the forest and wonder if they can tell him who he is.
He will stand like that for minutes, or hours – he cannot tell – but eventually the feeling will fade. The dream will slip back into what isn’t and his mind will slip back into what is. The eyes he sees looking back at him are hazel, and the hair auburn, no matter how much they might look brown and blonde when his vision is clouded from sleep. His fingers belong to a bard, and his past to the streets, and he is ashamed of none of these things.
And so Stefen will creep back into Vanyel’s bed, beside the man he’s come to love more than his own heartbeat. He will draw the blankets around them both, and Vanyel will shift closer in his sleep. And Stefen will close his eyes and drift back into dreams, knowing that his soul belongs to the man beside him and that’s the way it should be and has always been, forevermore.
--
In other words, I realized that I might actually have a life if I didn't spend so much stupid time re-writing the entirety of PJO, starring Percy and Nico. XD Dear God, make it stooooooop. (Actually, don't, as I seem to be perfectly happy in my insanity. ::dies::)
