In you Wayz, Stealin' your Weekend DE's

[the_fairest]

Since we've had so many amazing new cast members added since we moved to Dreamwidth, with the two week app period and now April, I propose we have another tiny fic-a-thon, this time for the whole haul of a weekend, when most people have time off, and stay up, and generally have more time in the world to get into anything and everything.

Toss in your characters, let the other milli-writers give you characters and/or prompts! Then, if you feel so inspire, give back 100 words, or 500 words, or a conversation snippet, or however long you really want to ramble on as a writer.

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[ceitfianna]

Ooh I love this.

Will Scarlett
Sameth
Charles Xavier
William Evans
Moist von Lipwig
Jane Austen
Demeter
Tumnus
The Pirate King

Also for all I can offer any point in time and Tiwa from the sandboxes as well.

[the_fairest]

Jane & Edward: writing my passion
Jean & Charles: the importance of secrets, and not having any
Will & Marian: friends and family, beyond one world or another

Our scars are bleeding

[will_scarlett]

They'd lost of track each other again, worlds and times slipping away in the course of Milliways. She had traveled far beyond where she ever expected to go and found the way back gone forever. He had gone to another world, fighting for friends and created family only to have old wounds reopened.

Now he lay in the infirmary as his back healed once more and she found him there as she tried to understand where she went now. She knew he was awake from his breathing though he didn't turn to look at her, not yet, it looked as if every movement hurt.

Long ago when they first met, he had shown her some of his scars, the proof of his loyalty but she had never seen them like this, alongside the scars he's found in Milliways and Nottingham. The raw proof of what he would do for those he loved, it had been what bound them, they would give all for their home, for their loves. Though it seemed that they were always being asked and she knew that he would keep giving as she would she, today was a day those scars bled.

There's a chair pulled up and she sits in it, her skirts barely rustling as now he looks up, his green eyes cloudy with drugs for the pain yet still holding Sherwood and true loyalty.

She shifts his sweated dampened hair back from his forehead as he manages an almost smile, "Will 'eal."

"Aye, it will."

Re: Our scars are bleeding

[the_fairest]

Oh, you two. You two. You two. *hugs them so much*

What's hidden

[balancingminds]

They were in Central Park, not far from the Met where the rest of the school was looking at an exhibition of Da Vinci's sketches. He had decided though that this was a good moment for one of their lessons amongst the many minds of New York.

Her hand rested on his arm as she sat on a park bench and listened with him. They have so many secrets and worries. I can feel them gathering in me.

His voice was calm with a hint of amusement as he answered her, We have our secrets too, Jean. I agree, it would be better if we could all speak our truths, but that's a scary thing. The truth can change the world.

She squeezed his arm as she felt a painful secret from a woman who walked by, she held her secret so close to her that it was destroying her. Jean bit her lip and took a breath to not cry, Why can't we help?

How would you help her, Jean? Tell me how and we'll make her world brighter.

At his question, Jean watched the woman and thought of all the possibilities and paths, lives connected and the way emotions changed everything, I don't know what to do.

She felt his sadness and strength as he said aloud, "I know. I don't know either. Sometimes all we can do is know that we are helping them to carry the weight for a time."

Re: What's hidden

[the_fairest]

*whimpers* I'm totally going to write you a tiny Jean. On the dot. The moment you want her. That was beautiful.

Re: What's hidden

[ceitfianna]

Thank you. I love them and it's a pleasure to write them.

[minkhollow]

Claudia gets pulled into one of Moist's schemes.

Apollo and Demeter, not!family bonding.

The foolishness of gods

[wheatencrown]

Demeter sighed at the mess, she was certain that Apollo was making mistakes on purpose. Baking should not be this complicated and yet he seemed to make every mistake that could be made, but they were getting to know each other.

They would make this work even though she wanted to box his ears whenever he gave her a grin as something else went wrong. It wasn't the same grin she knew but yet it was, he had always known how to charm his way out of things.

She sighed, dusted some flour into his hair and dived for the pan that was about to fall on the floor.

Just a matter of a few copies

[ceitfianna]

Somehow Claudia had ended up explaining copying machines and printers to Moist, she really should have stopped when his eyes went all shiny. The thing was that the warehouse printers and copiers seemed to be possessed or something and it was her job to fix them. He just kept asking good questions until somehow he knew how they worked.

The day he came in with a document he needed a clean copy of, she said yes, because he'd listened to her and it was only one copy.

Maybe if she hadn't been pulling an all-nighter due to a cable station that appeared to be controlled by the ghost of Orson Welles through his old microphone, she would have thought more about it. Later when she recalled how he grinned and kissed her on the cheek, she worried just what had she copied for him.

[herdivineshadow]

Charles or Jane at the most boring dinner party ever.

[filemyclaim]

Tunmus: Tea
Moist: five people Milliways has allowed him to seduce, and one that got away.
Jane and the Pirate King: Ale
Demeter: They say time heals everything...

[bjornwilde]

I am just an echo in time right now but I challenge you with:
Will Scarlett & Palamedes - Hey, the sheriff stole my apple!

And another occurred to me...Ben/Demeter - Baking isn't science, it's art.

Getting out the bubbles

[ceitfianna]

Demeter sighed at the dent in her counter, "Ben, that's too hard. Kneading bread isn't about what's the word you use, clobbering it. Its about turning it until it does as you wish."

Ben shrank back from the look in her eyes of disappointment and a little sadness, Demeter was like some of the women of Yancy Street but not or maybe Sue. She didn't brook any silliness in her areas and he nodded as she showed him how to knead bread.

It was a gentler motion but one that felt familiar, more like teaching the kids than hitting a villain. In time he got it and he fixed her counter for her as well. Also she kissed him on the cheek and while she may have had a moment of disappointment, she never turned him out, she just tended him.