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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
Rookie/Motoko, 30
Dream On - Glee Cast
Rookie didn’t know everything, and he never pretended to. He was bright enough with investigating: he’d looked over one small area of New Mombasa and knew that his squad had fought there, that Romeo had been hit hard by a Brute and that he was badly hurt, but that the others avenged him quickly and had carried him with them. But other than that, he was a simple guy, a jarhead that was tough enough to be elite and smart enough to know how to play the game and survive.
He’d lost a lot, in the years he’d spent with the UNSC. He’d gained a lot back, though, sitting and listening to whoever had a story to tell him. He absorbed a lot in the last couple years. From someone he’d come to think of as an old friend, he’d learned two things – fight with everything, to your last breath, and live like there wasn’t going to be another day in your life.
It was part of why he’d asked O’Brien to the Space Prom, out on the network for everyone to see. Why should he have to hide who he’s interested in? Why should anyone else have to? And it was why he wasn’t particularly disappointed when he was turned down; no reason to cry over spilled milk.
Putting himself out there had come back to him, though, and he’d gotten a date with a gorgeous woman that he’d never met but through audio on the network. She was smart, with a soft spot – he thought – for cute, straightforward guys that don’t have any problem flattering beautiful women. That, or she disliked O’Brien, but he could dream.
And he couldn’t say that he exactly minded O’Brien making a show of not watching them on the dance floor. Rook wasn’t a dancer, not that it stopped him from trying for a while. It was a dance, and he would dance, dammit.
And he enjoyed himself – and later enjoyed Motoko too – and for a while stopped feeling like he was an ancient Atlas, bow-backed and still carrying the world on his shoulders. In the morning, alone and sated, before he turned on the network connection in his helmet, he sang with a voice still rough from sleep and his head pounding with a hangover.
Life is good.
Re: Rookie/Motoko, 30
I'm going to request more things. ALL THE THINGS
I love your writing