Daily Entertainment, Songfic Edition!

[damncompass]

Happy Friday, everyone! I hope you're all as excited for the weekend as I am. (Or at least excited for the next three days if you don't have a weekend per se.)

In honor of #ficfriday, I'm just going to throw out an oldie but goodie.

Song Prompts! Post in with your characters, and other muns can comment, either with a specific lyric, or something from a playlist on shuffle. Write a short (whatever you deem to be short, probably 2-5 sentance) fic based on the lyric.

Have at! <3

Comments

[ceitfianna]

Katya

She's had her sorrow, had her joy, and for secrets she has sold them;
She's had her truth and had her lies, and it's willingly she's told them.
Now she's given her heart for a kiss and a dance in the arms of mercy's son.
She's been counting feathers and counting crows, but she can't change what she's done.

Choices

[katyafeline]

She can smell Moscow through the door, and Seymon - Seymon is high-enough ranking to ensure safe passage, even if something were to happen when she tries to go home.

She can go home. Home to her patrols, the tension of the treaty, her dogs, her trainees... Yulia. Ignat. Garik.

Bear.

It's a gorgeous fall day, she can see it. She knows those shops she can see through the doorway, they're only two blocks from her favorite bazaar.

She sighs, and straightens her shoulders. She has to stretch on her toes, a little, to kiss Seymon on the cheek. Then she turns and strolls back to the bar, casually thumping the (not a man, not a bird, not an angel, but something like that) over the head before stealing one of his egg rolls.

Re: Choices

[ceitfianna]

Oh ow, Katya, this is beautiful.