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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Mary Margaret: I used to know my way.

[the_fairest]

Pre-Canon:

For years she's been coming here. She doesn't know why. She comes because it's one of the few places, not her home and not the school, where she feels almost certain. She doesn't know what that almost certainty is of. Only that it settles, with less purchase than a butterfly, somewhere deep in her stomach, trembling but true.

She runs her fingers over the railing, watches the water run along the rocks, and sometimes for a the barest breath of a second she swears she almost hears something. Someone. Thinks if she turned fast enough, something would be there. But it's only ever wind. Only ever the wind and her foolishness.

There's nothing here. No one else. Every time. Every day. Every month. Every year.

It is, as it has always been, only her and the troll bridge and the long dark night.

Re: Mary Margaret: I used to know my way.

[ahuntsman]

MY HEART

THAT SOUND YOU HEARD WAS IT SHATTERING.


This is beautiful.

Re: Mary Margaret: I used to know my way.

[ceitfianna]

Oh, this is lovely.