Prompt:

Promise

Character:

Julian (SF)

Summary:

Julian's up to something. What. No clue, but this is what he's going to be up to for however long I have to be gone.

Across the horizon, the contrast of the white snow against the black clothing made the four men stand out across the open icy plains. However, there was no concern that they would be spotted. There was no life for miles. The land was inhabitable. The snow was the same in December as it was in July. There were no trees, moss, shrubs, animals or people. Aside from a few bugs, there was no living, breathing thing in the area.

( do you think what you need is a crutch )

Prompt: Kiss
Character: Ethan (nano novel)
Summary: Ethan and Bevon's first kiss. This is part of my nano qouta for the day. it started out as a prompt. two birds. one stone.

Ethan listened as Bevon spoke. He heard the words. Honestly, he did. He knew that Bevon was right. He needed to let go of his father's ghost and become his own person. He needed to make decisions based on what he wanted, rather than what his dead parents might have expected him to do. They were thoughts he'd had himself. The words were hear, but it wasn't what Ethan was focused on.

( the best part of believe is the lie )

Prompt: Keepsake
Character: Ethan (am rpg)
Summary: Ethan returns to Gavin's castle for closure after the Death Eater raid. Approximately a year after, give or take. This is what I get from listening to "Tranquilize".

The large brass double doors were open. The decorative glass in the middle was shattered, as were nearly all of the windows in the giant castle that Ethan had once called a sanctuary. The gardens that were once green were all dead now. Brown skeletal remains were all that were left of bushes and trees that were once lush and thick. The flowers that had been in full bloom during his wedding to Parvati were smashed and rotten. It was a drastic change and Ethan had taken a sharp breath after he apparated onto the property.

( silently reflection turns my world to stone )

Prompt: Masquerade
Character: Julian (novel)
Summary: Julian attends a Masquerade in Paris and seeks his next victim. (sort of want to use it for the novel, but there really isn't anywhere to fit it in and it's all 400 and something pages. We'll see. I know I wasn't going to do anything of these in November, but I had an itch to.)

French high society wasn't much different than English high society or any group of rich people when it came down to it. It was in the threads of the human mind. It was simply nature for the well-to-do to flaunt their wealth in extravagant parties and feasts. They got some sort of sadistic pleasure in stuffing their faces full of food in front of their hungry undernourished servants. Like an inquisitor who enjoyed to pull the lever of the -- on a man innocent of any crime, to get him to confess as a heretic; the rich shoved their fancy clothes, expensive accessories and new automobiles into the view of those who would never get a taste of such a life, who scrambled to make a living. It was as if they were saying: "Look at us and what we can buy because our ancestors did a favour for the King. We're better than you and your existence is pitiful."

( lead me not into temptation )

Prompt: Confession
Character: Caitlyn Stanwell (novel. HA. how's that for a change?)
Summary: Caitlyn goes to confession. She's not even Catholic. Won't be used but it's amusing and it helps me flesh out her personality.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been three months since my last confession," her black lace gloved hands laid before her in prayer, a slight smirk played on her lips. Her dark satin dress billowed around her as she knelt down. Her black lace veil covered her eyes and her painted lips. The Stanwell had always been brought up through the Church of England. Her mother would have died of embaressement, if she knew that her daughter had entered a Catholic confessional booth. That was the point behind it all. Religion was a game to her. One of the few charades that she could play socially without getting a reputation that was unsuited for her.

( a subtle kiss that no one sees )

Prompt: Pretty Girls Make Graves - The Smiths
Character: Julian (SF)
Summary: In Leningrad, Julian deals with his break up with Giselle.

This was supposed to be a good thing for him. Giselle was bad for him all around. That had been a given, even six months ago when they had toyed with the idea of being together while in Azkaban. What had made him give in to lust was beyond him. Was Rabastan right again? Did he really need both women? No, he wasn't going to think on it. He wasn't going to give LeStrange that satisfaction. What did the other man know of love. He was void of emotion. He was a blank figure. Women might have fallen for Rabastan's act, but Julian was an expert at spotting a falseness in someone's attitude and actions. It was true, Julian gave into emotions far more often than LeStrange seemed to, but Julian knew quite well what the both of them were and how much they were alike. This was where they differed. Julian was capable of feeling pain, sorrow and loss. He wasn't as far gone mentally as Rabastan seemed to be and while he may have overreacted, on more than one occasion, due to emotions, Julian was still glad he was capable of feeling something. He felt more human, not so lost as an individual.

( i could have been wild i could have been free )

Prompt: anniversary
Novel or RPG: RPG (SF/SA transition period)
Summary: The fifth year anniversary of Giselle's Death. He's been wanting this written for over a week now for some reason.

Julian was madly in love with Sioned, obsessive really. That was a given. Sixteen years of marriage truly was a miracle for someone like him. Every year was celebrated like a milestone, because in actuality, it was. He'd had his few affairs over the years. He had honestly believed he'd loved every one of them. Sioned was different though. There was something about her that made him really commit. She had been the constant figure in his life for sixteen years. She was the one he could trust and the one he knew would always be around. As long as she remained loyal to him, he put her on a pedestal and she was his Queen. It was a position that no other woman had yet to achieve with him and after this long, there was no sense in thinking that there ever would be anyone else to fill that position. They lived in their own world. Others might have judged, but to each other they were perfect, even if as individuals they fell short on a few things.

( afraid to find out all this hope you had sent into the sky by now had crashed and it did because of me )