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shadowsong26) wrote2020-04-16 09:19 pm
shadowsong26) wrote2020-04-16 09:19 pm
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Prompt meme!
Borrowed from bookblather and also tumblr (I posted it there, too, but since DW seems to be waking up a bit more now/today???)
Anyway!
SEND A WORD AND I WILL WRITE A DRABBLE OR HEADCANON BASED ON IT.
Sunlight
Alone
Darkness
Streets
Cupboard
Snacks
Doubt
Joy
Peace
Moment
Rain
Hum
Kitchen
Bedroom
Family
Friend
Garden
Relax
Stress
Job
Fury
Betrayed
Absence
Vices
Pets
Absolve
Stars
Scorn
Praise
Laundry
Papers
Smoke
Wine
Couch
Kiss
Doors
Tree
Dirt
Flowers
Collect
Remove
?+ add your own.
Include specifics (fandom, character, etc.,) if you like but only one or two per word, please. In terms of fandom, I'm mostly writing Star Wars these days but somewhat trying to get back into BSG? Or if you're familiar with any of my original stuff, feel free to ask for that!
((no promises on how quickly I will actually respond but I promise I will in a vague Soonish timeframe XD))
bookblather and also tumblr (I posted it there, too, but since DW seems to be waking up a bit more now/today???)Anyway!
SEND A WORD AND I WILL WRITE A DRABBLE OR HEADCANON BASED ON IT.
Sunlight
Alone
Darkness
Streets
Cupboard
Snacks
Doubt
Joy
Peace
Moment
Rain
Hum
Kitchen
Bedroom
Family
Friend
Garden
Relax
Stress
Job
Fury
Betrayed
Absence
Vices
Pets
Absolve
Stars
Scorn
Praise
Laundry
Papers
Smoke
Wine
Couch
Kiss
Doors
Tree
Dirt
Flowers
Collect
Remove
?+ add your own.
Include specifics (fandom, character, etc.,) if you like but only one or two per word, please. In terms of fandom, I'm mostly writing Star Wars these days but somewhat trying to get back into BSG? Or if you're familiar with any of my original stuff, feel free to ask for that!
((no promises on how quickly I will actually respond but I promise I will in a vague Soonish timeframe XD))
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Smoke; Bo-Katan at the end of the Clone Wars
There’s something about the smell of smoke that resonates with Bo-Katan.
It doesn’t matter what kind of smoke--the sharp scent of ozone in the wake of blasterfire, meaning combat is on the way or already begun; the bitter scent of burning flesh, which means the fight is over; the gentle scent of woodsmoke, which means the rare times in between.
Whatever smoke she smells, it makes her feel alive.
And, sure, some of that is adrenaline. Some of that is just…who she is. A Mandalorian warrior, leaning on the traditions her sister wanted to abandon, because they're important.
But some of it, strangely enough, is comfort. There’s something reassuring about smoke in the air. Something that lets Bo know that she is still alive. Even--maybe especially--if she has to fight for it.
Maybe, as with so many other things, it goes back to the civil war. She was sixteen when it started, and most of the time, she had only herself and her own skills to rely on; that, more than anything else, probably made her into the woman she is now.
She wonders, sometimes, what Satine would have been like if she hadn’t had her Jedi to rely on back then--she told Tano that she didn’t understand her sister’s idealism, and that’s true, for all she’d tried; but at the same time, she’s pretty sure she at least knows where the gulf between them, that gap in understanding, really started. Like so many other things, for both of them. With the way they’d lived through Mandalore’s civil war. With how they’d survived the blood and the chaos…and the smoke.
…and maybe that’s the reason. Why the scent of smoke resonates with her, speaks to something so primal at her core, something so hard to put into words.
For Bo-Katan, smoke means survival.
A call to arms.
A reminder that she’s still breathing.
Maybe that’s the same thing. She is Mandalorian, after all.
So, at the end of that brief, shining moment, when Mandalore was hers and the air was filled with woodsmoke and her people finally, finally got to rebuild--when the Imperial envoy comes to her Sundari and explains the new order in the galaxy, demanding her submission…
Bo-Katan Kryze tastes the acidic smoke laced through every word; feels her heartbeat kick up a few notches; knows she cannot yield.
Instead, she smiles.
“No.”
Re: Smoke; Bo-Katan at the end of the Clone Wars
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Wine - at least one member of the dumbass trio from the untitled story, I can't remember their names, the ones where two of the people are sorta uneasily sharing the third
Betrayed - Lucifer
Joy - Zak and Kara
Feel free to choose one or none!
Joy - Zak and Kara (Horizons)
It wasn’t easy to find privacy on a ship, but Zak didn’t want to wait until the next time they made port--for one thing, he wasn’t sure he could hold on to his question for two more days. For another, if this conversation went as he hoped it would, they would want to move quickly, as soon as they returned to Venice.
Still, there were a few places where privacy could be found, which was how he and Kara had ended up here; Zak had shamelessly leaned on his status as the Commander’s son to make sure he was on watch in the crow’s nest while she was working on the rigging on the same mast.
Upon climbing up and seeing him there, Kara had grinned, rolled her eyes, and said, “Just remember to watch the horizon instead of me, sailor.”
He’d laughed and given her a teasing little salute. “You say that like I can’t do both.”
“Yeah, because I know you,” she’d said; but it hadn’t stopped her from positioning herself as close to the nest as she could, while she set about her own tasks. Close enough to talk. Almost, but not quite, close enough to touch.
He was actually capable of dividing his attention, and she knew it. She’d been the one to teach him, after all, almost everything he knew about sailing.
That was back when he'd known her as Carlo Bianchi; he’d been…very impressed, by the young sailor’s strength and grace and wit. Impressed enough to make him think of his grandfather’s dead brother, and the whispers he’d heard from some of the older servants, and start to wonder.
Of course, he’d learned that Carlo was really Kara Thrace, so it ended up being a moot point in the end, but Zak was pretty sure that it wouldn’t have mattered to him either way.
Particularly now, when he saw her tangled in the rigging, doing what she did best, with tendrils of blonde hair flying around her face in the wind off the sea--
“Hey, Zak,” she said. “Horizon?”
“I’m watching,” he said. “…can I ask you something?”
It wasn’t how things were done, not in his family--probably not in hers, either; but now they were here, and if he sat on the question any longer, he thought he would burst.
“Sure,” she said, shifting her position in the ropes so she could look up at him.
“Will you marry me?”
It was lucky, probably, that Kara was as good a sailor as she was. A lesser man--woman--person--might have fallen, based on the surprise in her face.
”What?”
“When we get back to Venice,” he said. “We could do it, if you want. I mean, Grandfather will be furious, and my brother will be…well…Lee about it, but I think my father will understand? And…and the more I think about my future, the harder I find to imagine it without you there. I love you, Carlo. Kara. Stelletta mia. And…and more than anything else in the entire world, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me. ” He took a breath. “If you will, if you…we can go to a priest, as soon as we reach the city, and then…and then I have friends in King Louis’ court, in France, we can stay with them until the scandal dies down. If this…if you want this.”
For a long moment, she just stared at him, long enough that his heart began to sink. Oh, no. Oh, no, I said too much, I read this wrong, this wasn’t--she didn’t feel as strongly as I did, why did I have to open my big mouth--
But then, “I must be out of my frakking mind,” she muttered, then scurried up the rigging to meet him; somehow, she kept her balance as she grabbed his collar and pulled him down into a hot, hungry kiss; the cool sea wind a contrast to the warmth of her hands, of her body, so close to him.
“…Kara?” he asked, when she finally broke it.
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, sailor,” she said. “Yes, I will marry you.”
Re: Joy - Zak and Kara (Horizons)
heck yeah
Absolve; Alexsandr Kallus (Untitled)
He has done what--he has followed the advice he was given, and some things, once uncovered, cannot be reburied. Some facts, once learned, cannot be unknown.
It is a simple thing, from that perspective. He has always believed in honor, and justice. The problem is, the people and institutions he trusted to uphold those same ideas had--
Well.
But just as he can no longer ignore the basic facts of the situation, he cannot stop himself from following things through to their logical conclusion.
He always was very good at following a thread.
And this one leads to his role in all of it.
Another thing he knows he cannot ignore.
He could, perhaps, lie to himself--like he’s lied to so many people, over the course of his career--remind himself that he was unaware, that he thought what he was doing was for the best, was worth the blood on his hands.
He could bury himself in it--the grief and the guilt. Easy enough to do. Some things cannot be forgiven, he knows that. Atonement can only go so far, and he’s never been one to believe in absolution.
At the same time, he can’t do either of those things. Lying to himself would just trap him in the same cage he’s only just unlocked.
And he wouldn’t be the intelligence operative he was if he hadn’t learned to compartmentalize, to lock away his personal feelings for the sake of the mission. Even if he’d never--quite--done it on this sort of scale before.
So, back to the decision then.
He has pulled on all the right threads; he has all the information he needs now--all that remains is deciding what to do with it.
And, the more he thinks about it, the simpler the decision becomes.
He knows the odds. He wouldn’t be where he was if he didn’t. He’s handled double agents before, not to mention spending some time on short-term undercover assignments himself. Of course, he won’t have a handler, or any sort of backup, if he does this.
But he has certain skills he can offer. Access he can offer. Knowing what he knows now, honor and justice and duty require nothing less of him.
He’s reasonably certain he can manage six months. He’s aware that he’ll be lucky if he survives a year. He knows that any longer is--out of the question.
Another fact he cannot ignore.
But, on the other hand, agents aren’t encouraged to socialize, so it isn’t as though he has any friends to betray.
His sister can talk her way out of whatever corner his choices put her in. And, loathe as he is to give her any credit, he doubts even the full might of ISB could harm her sons, when she’s fully focused on protecting them. Collateral from that quarter is, therefore, unlikely.
All he’s really risking is himself.
And while he doesn’t believe in absolution, he does still believe in honor, and justice. He may never fully make peace with himself and the things he’s done, but he may find some measure of atonement. He has, at the very least, found a place to start.
In the end, it really is as simple as that.
He takes a moment to close his eyes, bask in the dim golden glow of the meteorite, in its new home on the shelf in his quarters.
Then he opens them, locks away any--feelings--that might remain, and begins to plot out the best way to contact the Alliance.
Re: Absolve; Alexsandr Kallus (Untitled)
BUT I AM BACK HERE TO SAY, this is amazing. I read a bit of it when you posted it originally, and then realized I had no idea who this character was so I had to go and binge watch the entire series so I could come back here.
I've gotta say, really worth the wait of my own making. It hit me right in the chest, and fills the gap between the transition between Imperial Agent and Alliance for me, with Kallus.
Thank you 💙💙💙