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Am back from being with all the cousins. We went and conspired so we could stay over at my Memo and Fer's house (since it was the later's birthday) as if we were ten year olds (Which kinda applies to Alex and Fer, now that I think about it...) and our parents all refused (flashbacks to my childhood!). It seems like I've spent all of Easter week with them, huh. I so heart them. :) Other than that, had a boring morning. I actually did a lot of homework *retches*
Meme!
The first 10 people to comment on this post get to request a drabble (real drabble: 100 words exactly) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. (this is optional; you don't HAVE to do it in return, but it would be pretty spiffy if you did).
So go on, pick a pairing and a prompt. (and don't maul me if they're not 100 words long. All those numbers like 180 and 235 also deserve some love.) Fandoms: HP (duh), Doctor Who, Alias, Narnia, Nip/Tuck, Fight Club (humour me and pick it!), Howl's Moving Castle, Good Omens, Spirited Away.
I know I still have some other drabbles I promised to a lot of people, but those I'm reserving for inspiration someday later. Sorry!
Meme!
The first 10 people to comment on this post get to request a drabble (real drabble: 100 words exactly) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. (this is optional; you don't HAVE to do it in return, but it would be pretty spiffy if you did).
So go on, pick a pairing and a prompt. (and don't maul me if they're not 100 words long. All those numbers like 180 and 235 also deserve some love.) Fandoms: HP (duh), Doctor Who, Alias, Narnia, Nip/Tuck, Fight Club (humour me and pick it!), Howl's Moving Castle, Good Omens, Spirited Away.
I know I still have some other drabbles I promised to a lot of people, but those I'm reserving for inspiration someday later. Sorry!
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Obsession
Alias β Vaguely Sark/Sydney β Wigs β 166 Words
Over the years, Sark has grown to hate wigs with a passion.
Paranoia is blooming inside him, and every back of a woman can hide the wretched Sydney Bristow, every flash of too-large sunglasses that hide the sometimes brown, sometimes blue, sometimes green eyes. (blue and green he says to himself, are only on his imagination, and he pulls the trigger to a sorority girl in California, a red-head photographer in Vienna.)
He pulls the hair of the women he fucks, pulls and pulls until their eyes are filled with tears and strands hang from his hand. Someday, he knows, a wig will slip off to show the brown hair he hates. Someday, he knows, so he keeps on pulling and firing and hating (and living).
Munich, and he slams agent Bristow into the wall and hears a bone break. He kisses her instead of killing her, and as he feels the bullet enter his stomach, heβs not surprised at all.
His day has come, after all.
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Coincidently...
*is dead*
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Thaaaaaank you!!
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I love Sark. You've nailed him. Yay! Thank you.
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