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ceitfiannaI finally wrote the drabbles from the prompt meme and all of them went into rather different shapes than I expected. Today's been a good day, its rather grey but that's alright.
What do you need to get through the daytime
What do you need to get through the night
Who made these rules and who's to say who's wrong and who is right.
Will and Atton slightly AU for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alas_a_llama
Some nights are harder than others and this was one when Will didn’t want to be alone so he brought a bottle of whiskey and found Atton.
They didn’t really talk so much as drink and not talk as ghosts wandered through the room with silent eyes that remembered. By morning, Will was curled up in Atton’s arms and the bottle was empty.
If I search the world
Over, under, still I wonder
Who would I be looking for -
yeah, who
If not you. Demeter fordoihearawaltz
“Why don’t you marry, Demeter?”
Hera’s voice cut through the air and made Demeter wince from where she sat.
“I don’t wish to and I have Kore.”
“She’s going to grow up and marry and then you’ll be alone.”
“I won’t be alone.”
“You’re worse than Zeus sometimes, all those lovers will bore you.”
“I have all I need and I’m not you.”
“Someday she’s going to ask you, why didn’t you marry, mother? Aren’t you unhappy?”
“No, she’s not and I would rather not be tied down, there’s too much out there and you’ve never seen half of what I have when I walked.”
“Yet you always come home and I know that there’s always going to be a husband in my bed.”
“Be quiet!”
Demeter finally stood up and threw a clod of mud at Hera who shrieked and left as Demeter said to the plants she was tending, “I have all I need, my Kore.”
My past always comes back as in a mirror Jane Becoming Jane post canon forwhisper2ascream
The aria was still in her head but more than that, the look in Tom’s eyes. Jane thought she had pushed him away to a far off place through her writing till he was as close as Mister Darcy and yet seeing him, she felt like a foolish girl again.
His daughter, his daughter who had read her books that is the truth of it not a far off dream of what might have been.
Perhaps if he had not looked at her as if he read her thoughts, that would be simpler and easier since now all she can remember is the feel of his kiss and laughter, too long ago and yet so close.
What do you need to get through the daytime
What do you need to get through the night
Who made these rules and who's to say who's wrong and who is right.
Will and Atton slightly AU for
alas_a_llamaSome nights are harder than others and this was one when Will didn’t want to be alone so he brought a bottle of whiskey and found Atton.
They didn’t really talk so much as drink and not talk as ghosts wandered through the room with silent eyes that remembered. By morning, Will was curled up in Atton’s arms and the bottle was empty.
If I search the world
Over, under, still I wonder
Who would I be looking for -
yeah, who
If not you. Demeter for
doihearawaltz“Why don’t you marry, Demeter?”
Hera’s voice cut through the air and made Demeter wince from where she sat.
“I don’t wish to and I have Kore.”
“She’s going to grow up and marry and then you’ll be alone.”
“I won’t be alone.”
“You’re worse than Zeus sometimes, all those lovers will bore you.”
“I have all I need and I’m not you.”
“Someday she’s going to ask you, why didn’t you marry, mother? Aren’t you unhappy?”
“No, she’s not and I would rather not be tied down, there’s too much out there and you’ve never seen half of what I have when I walked.”
“Yet you always come home and I know that there’s always going to be a husband in my bed.”
“Be quiet!”
Demeter finally stood up and threw a clod of mud at Hera who shrieked and left as Demeter said to the plants she was tending, “I have all I need, my Kore.”
My past always comes back as in a mirror Jane Becoming Jane post canon for
whisper2ascreamThe aria was still in her head but more than that, the look in Tom’s eyes. Jane thought she had pushed him away to a far off place through her writing till he was as close as Mister Darcy and yet seeing him, she felt like a foolish girl again.
His daughter, his daughter who had read her books that is the truth of it not a far off dream of what might have been.
Perhaps if he had not looked at her as if he read her thoughts, that would be simpler and easier since now all she can remember is the feel of his kiss and laughter, too long ago and yet so close.
