The cannon's thunder can't prevail...

[allfireburns]

Because newredshoes is a bad influence... have a meme. You know that meme where I post first lines of some of my stories and you write new stories with those lines? Yeah, it's that one. Except... I really don't feel like going through my story catalog and clicking on every single story, so all these first lines? Are from unfinished fics in my GoogleDocs (and a couple from various notebooks). Feel free to change names/pronouns/etc. to suit, if you like.

"This is our year." (S60)

It's a dance, the two of them. (Chess)

There is something to be said for dying. (DW/Sandman)

"You know, for 'Nowhere', this looks a whole lot like 'Somewhere'." (Original)

Things do not go as planned. (BN)

Jack's familiar with silence. (DW)

Five months and twenty-three days into the year of hell on earth, Martha Jones stopped running. (DW)

"Does he really think he can get away with that?" (DW)

He keeps dreaming of running. (DW/Chess)

"You want me to take care of this?" (S60)

The forest is forbidden after dark. (Original)

It was funny, the things people didn't notice. (Original)

She supposed music would sound better to her ears if she'd never heard magic. (Original)

If you'd like to try to get me to write something for you, feel free to ask! I can't guarantee anything, because apparently my right brain has taken off for Santa Fe, but I will try!

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Bare - The Sound of Silence

[quinby.livejournal.com]

Peter's familiar with silence. It's what happens between lines. The silences, not the speech, is what makes a great actor.

Sitting at graduation, the silences overwhelms him as Matt stumbles through his speech. He must not cry, he must not make a noise to mar the silence. Odd, really that Jason's final tribute at St. Cecilia's was the silence of not mentioning him, not mentioning his death or the reason for it. He wants to stand, to scream out to everyone withing hearing distance that he and Jason were in love, and that he didn't care what anyone else thinks.

However, as Matt finishes, and everyone stands to sing the final hymn, Peter holds his tongue. He can't sing out to praise a God who took his love from him, however, he also cannot scream in protest. Not yet. One day he will break his silence, but this is not that day. The silence, Jason's silence will be there for all to hear.

[allfireburns.livejournal.com]

Oh, Peter. *Cuddles him. Lots*

...I hate it when Firefox chooses inappropriately happy icons for me. MY ICON MOCKS YOUR PAIN, PETER. *Changes it* Much better. ...Somehow.