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singularityderp2010-12-01 11:59 pm
whistlesatengineers) wrote in singularityderp2010-12-01 11:59 pm
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The Song Drabble Meme
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.
( 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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holy shit yes (http://www.lyricstime.com/mind-in-a-box-between-worlds-lyrics.html) I will work on this soon
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He was used to dreaming. Once, he'd dreamed in twos – gold and violet, always two dreams to greet the dusk. Then he'd stopped sleeping, for to sleep was to have the darkness stare back at him, and no matter what she said about them being not so bad, he couldn't quite believe her.
These were no longer his dreams. These were different dreams; horrific dreams. Half were his native dreams, filled with rage and pity, guilt and futility, sorrow and pain, hatred and rain. He dreamed of killing those he hated; he dreamed of instantly regretting it. He dreamed of being in the military, he dreamed that Alternia had never fallen, he dreamed that it burned and he stood on his surface and his hands were covered in colors as rainbows filled the streets. No cocoon to soothe these here, no slime to soothe the nightmares.
But all things come in twos. And the second half was... new.
He dreamed of silicon and steel, he dreamed of cable and wire, he dreamed of logic and cold codes. Not unusual in itself – sometimes he did dream in code. Yet in this case the codes were his thoughts (half his thoughts) and the wires were in his blood, turning yellow to silver, plasma to electricity. And in those dreams she whispered, no physical presence but only her imprint, all around him and slipping slowly inside him.
The steel dreams soothed the colored ones, taking down the pain and rage and guilt and fear.
Give in. Let go.
He stands between worlds. He stands as always on the cusp, feet straddling the border. On the one side a swirl of rage, emotions out of control, too many memories and too much to bear. And on the other, the comfort of logic, that which he has always taken refuge in.
She calls to him.
But on the other side, amidst the swirl of colors and the tumult of emotion, there is that one thread of Tyrian purple.
He picks it up and holds it close. This is something he has almost forgotten, and it pulls him towards the other side.
YOU cannot DEFY ME
He holds it closer. In the real world, he is still trapped in a nightmare of pipes and cables; the machine goddess holds him in her claws as she makes him into something truly bifurcated. He is aware, even through his dreams, that she is cutting his skin, that she is replacing warm flesh with something cold and alien.
He holds to that thread. He refuses to move to the other side.
He will stand, as always, between worlds.