Happy Women's Day!

[ceitfianna]

This meme has been been floating around my flist, last seen on wanderlustlover and I love it so I'm going to borrow it.

Name a female character I have ever written (EVER EVER EVER, anywheres) and I will attempt a drabble about her. If you give me a keyword, lyric, or picture I will use it if it sparks something for me.

Also ask about any characters and I'll do my best to write them.

Today's been a good day, class was strange but spring is in the air, which makes me happy.

Comments

[dynastessa]

Write me a Jane Austen drabble.

Prompt-but-not-really?: her being a total HBIC.

[ceitfianna]

I'm not actually sure what that stands for. Once I know I will happily write a drabble.

[minkhollow]

Jane Austen

the artists of the future
will make up new things and different nomenclatures

[dynastessa]

Head Bitch In Charge. :D

[mm-spinelstar.livejournal.com]

Give me some Tiwa! :D

[ceitfianna]

Anything in particular or just Tiwa?

[mm-spinelstar.livejournal.com]

Hm...

How about something she thinks about when she can't sleep?

[chanter1944]

I'm a little late with this, as in CST it's no longer March 8, but here's the first drabble idea that sprang into my head. :)

Demeter -- the streets of Castries

Inspired by the conversation she and Sariel had when they met.

[ceitfianna]

Hilly island roads that look out to the sea always make Demeter's heart ache for Greece. Hydra, Mykonos, Tinos, floating villages and worlds that find their own way. This particular island is from another ocean but the smiles are as warm and her French is welcomed with a smile.

Once she speaks of baking and gardens then more doors open and soon she's holding children and whispering blessings over them in a language as old as the sea itself.

[ceitfianna]

One day after Jane had published her first book, Bar presented her with a book that drew inspiration from it.

She sat with her tea and read it and then went to ask for more, in time she watched movies but the books fascinated her the most. Through all the centuries, the negotiation of love had not changed that much.

Some of the writers, she would quite enjoy speaking with to understand their choices while others she wanted to ask, why would you pine for a cage?

Time changes many things but it seems that writers and lovers still circle around the same problems.

[minkhollow]

Awesome!

[ceitfianna]

Usually Tiwa sleeps quickly, her constant movement means she needs time to properly recharge. Some nights though a nightmare wakes her up and she stares at the ceiling wishing that James was there to hold her. Her room is full of things that shimmer and shine in the moonlight, but on the worst nights the dark feels visible.

Then she turns on lights and reviews all the good she can and thinks on the children she's met who see the world in bright colors. Usually she falls asleep but sometimes she slips out to fly as the sun rises before returning to sleep as much as she can.

[ceitfianna]

(For some reason this one's being hard to write. I keep getting ideas about post-canon and then sucked into how to fix it.)

It had been a few months since she had returned on that far too bright morning when her world shifted. Tom was never mentioned and if perhaps there were not as many invitations, Jane didn't complain, it gave her time to write.

They still attended the assemblies and once there were some women visiting from London, who acted as if Hampshire was not worth their time. It was when one of them commented on the dress of a charming girl who was preparing to come out that Jane felt she had enough.

She had listened politely and sipped her drink before saying, "It is a shame to hear you say that for I have always found that simplicity commands the heart more than the fine fripperies of fashion, which do change on a stiff breeze."

The women blinked at her and murmured as Helen beamed at Jane, who might not be the most proper lady in Hampshire but she was herself.