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storypaint) wrote2009-04-08 12:38 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-04-08 12:38 pm
Perfect Storm (Dairine gen)
Title: Perfect Storm
Fandom: Young Wizards
Length: 158 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writing_game: Wind in the Wires and Afraid +2
Pairing: Dairine gen
Other: mentions of character death
Excerpt: "I'm afraid," she told the tree, listening to the wind whip through its branches and across the telephone wires.
Dairine never realized how much the mobiles depended on her. Or, rather, she knew, and then forgot when she could, because knowing it was a horrible burden.
It wasn't her tree, but she had to talk to someone and Spot was busy calculating. She didn't even realize where she'd gone until she felt the smooth willow trunk beneath her hands.
The willow welcomed her, and at the same time, it was sad.
"Me too," Dairine sighed, "me too." Nita's death was another wound that would take years to heal. If it wasn't so prideful, she might wonder if the Lone One was really targeting her specifically, rather than the universe in general.
"I'm afraid," she told the tree, listening to the wind whip through its branches and across the telephone wires. There was going to be a storm soon, inside and out, and she'd be in the middle.
But she wouldn't let the mobiles down. Not yet.
Fandom: Young Wizards
Length: 158 words
Prompt:
writing_game: Wind in the Wires and Afraid +2Pairing: Dairine gen
Other: mentions of character death
Excerpt: "I'm afraid," she told the tree, listening to the wind whip through its branches and across the telephone wires.
Dairine never realized how much the mobiles depended on her. Or, rather, she knew, and then forgot when she could, because knowing it was a horrible burden.
It wasn't her tree, but she had to talk to someone and Spot was busy calculating. She didn't even realize where she'd gone until she felt the smooth willow trunk beneath her hands.
The willow welcomed her, and at the same time, it was sad.
"Me too," Dairine sighed, "me too." Nita's death was another wound that would take years to heal. If it wasn't so prideful, she might wonder if the Lone One was really targeting her specifically, rather than the universe in general.
"I'm afraid," she told the tree, listening to the wind whip through its branches and across the telephone wires. There was going to be a storm soon, inside and out, and she'd be in the middle.
But she wouldn't let the mobiles down. Not yet.