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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
I regret nothing.
Smooth as silk, warm and rich, like the worst kind of dark mud, only better. That's how she liked it, so deep as to be black, and red on top. Her grandmother had made it sweet and bright, perfect round rings of red and white, raspberries and white chocolate, each in their place. Marjie could do that too, could obsess and primp and perfect until not even the most exacting judge could object. But that took the fun out of chocolate raspberry pie, and the fun was in the surprise of it. Let it be ugly, because it wasn't meant to be seen with your eyes. Seen properly, it was beautiful, sharp tart fruit and warm chocolate, as bittersweet as an old love affair.
There was some of it on Gardenia's chin, but Marjie didn't tell her, just leaned a little further on her elbows, and watched her expression while her own slice of pie was left unattended on the table. This was it, her favorite thing. That expression.
Oh yeah, she could taste it. Was this what she looked like in bed?
"So," She drawled, when it looked like 'errand girl' had come down off her dessert high, "Y'like it?"
"Damn."
Re: I regret nothing.
Aww man such physical descriptions! I love it. And I love Marjie. :')