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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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Anon and Sam, 29
Everything to Lose – Dido
Anon had been alone for so long. Even after being rezzed in the first place he’d been basically alone. And he’d liked it that way. He was a self-sufficient Program by nature. It meant that he didn’t have to worry as much about everyone else. He’d trotted through crowds, heedless of them. Their interest and their praise and fear hadn’t meant anything to them because he hadn’t known them and didn’t want to know them. He’d lived as he pleased for five hundred cycles, picking his way through the ruins of Arjia and Bostrum at his leisure for places to stay for a rest cycle or two.
He had missed a few others, of course. Gibson, Radia, Flynn, Quorra. Tron. But it hadn’t really bothered him to be without them. They were fond friends and he’d enjoy being around them, but he didn’t require it. It was easier to be without them, anyway; he didn’t have to worry about what would happen to him, with them away from him.
Things changed on the station.
Anon was lost, and afraid, and suddenly keenly aware that he was alone in a hostile environment. But then there was the light at the end of the tunnel, the lone Energy Transfer Conduit tucked into a dark chasm in the Outlands. And his name was Sam.
And he was a User.
He’d automatically fallen into calling Sam by his second name until corrected, and hadn’t hesitated to inform him of the trouble that their current enemies could cause them… and entreat him for aid with the one thing that Anon could not do alone.
He quickly came to the conclusion that he couldn’t be self-sufficient here like he had been on the Grid. He needed information and help with functions he wasn’t designated to perform… and someone to help him get his Light Cycle in working order again.
And maybe he wanted someone to be pleased about the job he was doing. Not that he’d ever say it.
Anon and Gibson, 29
Daylight Robbery - Imogen Heap
It wasn’t so much a day off, as it was Gibson wanting to take a look at the station a little more and Anon willingly submitting to it. The Monitor got out from Kurzweil more often than the ISO did, but he had no problem going with him. Even if it meant cramming both of them onto Gibson’s light cycle because Anon was still working the kinks out of routing the station’s holograms through his baton.
His arms were looped around his friend’s waist as they cruised through the districts, the night lit up with neon signs and flickering street lights and the glow of the light cycle’s brilliant green light ribbon. He hadn’t been on a cycle since he got here, and there was something wonderful about being on one again, leaning into the turns with practiced ease and feeling the vehicle humming beneath him. It took everything to resist the urge to let go of Gibson and stretch his arms out to feel the wind pushing against him.
Eventually they stopped in one of the Garden districts – he couldn’t remember which one – in the middle of a densely-packed forest. Anon beamed at Gibson then, hopping on the balls of his feet for a moment before taking off up a tree trunk to dash across the branches. He leapt between the trees, making a large circle around the ground-bound ISO… and he swore he saw a hint of a pleased smile on the other’s face. That was when he wondered if Gibson hadn’t specifically planned this, considering Anon’s usual dislike of these Garden districts and the simple joy he got from being able to perform Parkour.
Still he was hesitant to ask. When they finally tired of the forest, it was back onto the light cycle… and to a club not unlike End of Line. Anon pointed out the similarities, finding the exact spot at the bar he’d stood at all those cycles ago, and where Gibson had been – and he finally confessed that he’d thought Gibson looked a bit shifty then. Gibson snorted and dragged him onto the dance floor.
That had probably been a mistake, but the place was deserted except for robots and holograms and them, so no one needed to know that Anon was a terrible dancer. As they left, Gibson slung an arm over Anon’s shoulders companionably. The Monitor, so wary of physical contact, tensed only a little before relaxing again. “You have fun, buddy?” Gibson inquired with a grin.
Instead of his usual mute nod of agreement, he spoke. “Yes. Been a good night.” He wouldn’t trade it for anything.