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singularityderp2011-02-15 10:59 pm
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EVERYTHING TAKES YOU BACK
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)!
- reference our previous meme if you're still confused
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While it was what humans would call "ironic" to say that Delta felt like only a fraction of his former self, he could no longer consider himself whole without York. His partner's lifeless body lay on the floor, empty and cold where he had once been warmth and comfort and a mind wrapped around his own, and Delta didn't want to leave, he wanted very badly to have been deleted as protocol dictated when York was killed.
He hadn't been, though, and it was sheer luck that Sarah had found him before the Meta could make off with his chip. Now she was standing there, glaring at it accusingly and trying not to look at the broken body on the floor. She'd already sent the Terminator after Maine, and now she had to decide what to do with him.
"It's your fault," she said to the silent chip, "and you know she wouldn't have had any reason to go after him if it wasn't for--"
He flashed on, looking smaller than usual. "Yes. Please delete me. I do not wish to live without him."
Sarah paused, taken aback. She'd been ready to lay into Delta with his usual cold responses, of course, but it took her a few seconds to take his words at face value.
"No. You can't make up for it by dying." She pocketed the chip.
"You're going to help me get him back."
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