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the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!
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ladon and jin 24
angela and jin 40
Ladon & Camille - 1/2
I'm not real clear with Camille's voice, but I tried!
It was easy, sometimes, to forget that he was on a space station. After all, the different zones were just like cities. They were still a far departure from Nieve, and he missed the smell of salt water and atmosphere that came off the ocean after a stormy night. It wasn't too difficult for him to settle onto a park bench, light a cigarette, and imagine the cement beneath his feet belonged to the city he'd called home for the past ten years. The sky above was phony, and now and then drones buzzed by, but if he had just the right timing he could ignore all that.
Pack up all my cares and woe...
It was unsettling, sitting on a park bench without anyone around. During daylight, Nieve's parks were always busy. Mothers walked their babies in buggies, children shrieked and chased each other around with their kites and their paper planes. Now and then families filled paddle boats and rowed across the pond. There was always noise-- radios tuned into the ball games, others pouring out jazz and big band music. Usually someone had the good stuff on, a dame with a good set of pipes and a small band. Ladon caught himself humming some of those tunes to himself, even when he didn't know all but the key words.
Bye bye, black bird...
Speaking of birds, that was something that was at least a constant between the station and back home. A group of crows were hopping about the park, attempting to nick up anything the cleaning drones had yet to sweep up. Ladon dug some soda crackers out of his jacket pocket. He'd come here often enough to know that the crows were always hungry, as were the pigeons and doves. It was an old-mannish thing to do, sit in the park and feed the birds. Draig and Guivres weren't around to give him a hard time about it, though. So he fed the birds.
He went about sprinkling crumbs on the ground for the flock and immediately they congregated about him, fluttering and flapping. The package went quickly for so many hungry birds, so he took out another packet, broke those crackers apart. He didn't mind-- he couldn't eat the crackers anyway, and watching the birds mill about cleared his mind.
That is, it did, until he was out of crackers. Then the birds spread out again, looking for other scraps. All save one, anyway. The crow stood in front of him, cocking its head back and forth. Ladon puffed on his cigarette.
"S'all I got for you, fella. Sorry."
The crow stared at him. Then it grew small deer antlers.
"I didn't expect you to be an animal person, darlin'. Thought you were all doom and gloom-- hey, easy!"
Ladon swept his leg out in an effort to punt the bird, but it took to flight quickly, perched in a nearby tree. It scolded him several times, cawing unhappily. He flicked the butt of his cigarette at it. "Shut the fuck up, you crazy dame. Thing. Whatever the fuck you are."
Camille fluffed her feathers at that, the cigarette had narrowly missed her beak. "I could turn into something bigger and just eat you, you know."
Ladon & Camille - 2/2
"My mess?"
"That black shit. Yours, right? Leave it to a dumb Dora t'bring somethin' like that here." Ladon was about to tip his head back and get a good look at the (fake) sky, but suddenly he had a face full of black feathers. The crow was clawing at his face, and he flailed about in an attempt to shoo it off before it could get to his eyes. His fingers popped with electricity and the bird flopped over onto the bench, momentarily stunned.
That didn't keep Camille from glaring death at him, though. "I didn't bring it here. Don't you dare insinuate that."
"Your world, your responsibility." Ladon rubbed at his cheek with one hand. His glove came back with blood on it. "Shit."
"I warned everyone. You think I wanted so many people to die from it?" She attempted to lift a wing, but the small bird body was still weak from the shock. Ladon glared at her a moment, then sighed and scooped her up.
"Yeah, and you're lucky people pop right back up 'gain, yeah? All those kids. That much death, known people t'get lynched for worse." The shape shifter struggled in his arms. He thumped her on the beak. "Don't-- you bite me and I'm tossin' you in the garbage can."
"You're a rotten person," Camille said. "How am I supposed to control what comes here? That ain't fair."
"Stop bein' so weird," Ladon explained, starting out of the park and heading back towards his apartment complex. "And stop bein' from such a weird world."
Camille snorted. "I'm not weird."
"You're a fuckin' crow with antlers. You mix more animal shit together than a gin mill dilutes their swill with."
"Now you're the one who doesn't make any sense."
"Garbage can still looks appealin', huh?"
"I am so going to eat you eventually. Just you wait."
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