What? No DE AGAIN?

[thebattycakes]

What a bunch of slackers y'all are. Pfft.

It's a sad day when Battycakes has to get up early(ish) and take the reins for the DE.

Actually, it's a happy day! Not the getting up early(ish) thing, that stinks, but I don't think I've ever done the DE. So yaaay!

Ack, now I'm nervous. What do I do? What do I do?

OH! I know! Let's go with an oldie but a goodie that seems to bring all the boys (and girls) to the yard!

PROMPT FIC TIIIIIIIME! \o/

And to make it easy on you lazy (and busy) folks, lets make it three sentence fic.

Feel free to abuse punctuation and make it your bitch (or forget the three sentence barrier and go nuts)!

So:

Post in your pups and people will tag them with pairings and/or prompts; be it a word, song lyric, or situation, whatever. Then, fill the prompt with a three (or more) sentence ficcage! Laa!

Easy, no? Fun, yes?

Aright then, let's go get 'em!


[P.S. Someone fill in those empty happy hour spots. It makes me sad to see no shifts taken, but I haven't the time myself. Pick someone fun and new and roll with it! Meet new folks! Have wacky hijinks! Doooo eeeeeet!]

Comments

[sardonicynic]

Fffff, late, schmate! ;D All kinds of happy to see you've thrown yours in, sweets. Cherry-pick as you like:

→ Thirteen : first, do no harm
→ Marian : perpetual motion
→ Kaidan : restrained and drugged
→ AndrAIa : skewed humanity

[numbered_doctor]

First, do no harm.

She knows this is a cop out, even as she says it, because Lisa just looks at her, like she put the gun to her own head, instead of that madman. She wants to explain, how yes, she's dying, but that's not why she allowed herself to be pumped full of drugs 'till her kidneys failed. Those people, those people were her patients, and under her protection, and that meant making sure they came to no harm.

All she can do, however, is weakly extend a hand to Lisa and apologize softly, entwining her own fingers with the older woman's, as her retort dies on her lips. She forgets, sometimes, that Lisa is hers as well. She's so used to only thinking of herself, and her patients, that she hadn't realized that doing idiotic things and getting killed would only serve to hurt this woman further.

Exhaustion sets in. It's been a long day, and Lisa's thumb gently caressing her knuckles is soothing enough for her eyes to drift shut.

Primum non nocere.

[sardonicynic]

Oh, Remy.

This is so quiet and achy and gorgeous, it hurts. And Cuddy! Augh.

<333

[birdofkirkwall]

Hawke is always in a state of perpetual motion, always shifting balance on light feet or stretching muscles to keep them loose. Even when she sits, it's never for and overly long length of time, and she never still then, either; either fidgeting, or jiggling her leg unconsciously.

In battle, things are no different. She twists, and leaps, constantly on the move, and flitting over to her companion's sides to help with an adversary before moving on.

Always moving, outrunning and outmaneuvering her enemies, and never stopping 'least something unpleasant catches up.

[sardonicynic]

Ooh, I love this -- especially that last line.

I adore seeing where you take these prompts, lady. ♥!