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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!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

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[memorymodus.livejournal.com]

I AM NOT A MORON -- Portal 2 OST (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1gsKeTi1Bg)
Jade and Gardens, 117

She hates fire.

It kills everything she loves; she didn't even have to be there to feel her plants dying, some innate part of her hearing their pain as they wilted and burned in the rubble with the rock. It was her fault, she knows that. Her fault for bringing the rock in the house -- and then more rocks, as she died, as Pink got sick. She hates that she's directly responsible for the death of some of her dearest friends.

She hates fire because it reminds her of Dave, his hands and the smell of ash on his jacket as he hugged her tight. He did this to her plants. He killed them. And her body screams for revenge as she holds onto him and retreats into her head, letting the tears fall. Not for the bodies, not for the people inside -- for her plants, for the ones she loved more than anything else in her stupid room with the rocks everywhere.

It's frightening, how fast she can make things grow when she wants to -- the beat she plays is urgent and hard, plants flying around her, the trees reaching towards the sky at heights that make a man seen indistinguishable from the land. Her anger fuels her more than anything else -- anger and sadness, guilt too. She wants her plants back.

She wants her garden back.

Jade doesn't stop growing things until she's up to her knees in underbrush, the small forest now a rainforest, full of flowers and life. She has her garden back now, though it's not contained to plants in boxes on her windowsill.

She created an entire forest for her pleasure.

[sopor_pies]

i thought i responded to this but dude, fucking awesome

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<3333 thanks!