Whining and Drabble Tree

[said_scarlett]

I am in A Mood today.



I'm not even entirely sure why. I'm not pissed off at anyone or anything, I'm just full of this seething, general anger. I took out as much as I could on my kitchen counters, scrubbing them until they gleamed. And then further by destroying an old wooden TV tray that was falling apart. I essentially just want to break things and scream and commit all manners of violent purging.

And I know have a fuckton to do as far as fandom responsibilities, but I'm just not up to forcing things right now. My writing has dropped to zero, my connection with most characters is almost nonexistent right now, and I'm far too worried about projection to even so much as attempt a drabble. I know this will pass probably as soon as I hit 'post', like always, but venting is good and all that.



Actually, in an attempt to stimulate my brain, I'm shamelessly stealing this from attilatehbun:

Multi-Fandom, Anything Goes Drabble Tree

Rules:

- Each entry must begin with the word the last entry ended with. They do not have to connect in any other way, but you can if you want to. Just put notice of the continuation in the subject line.

- Reply to the comment you are following directly from. Ie: if following from my drabble, reply to my post. If you are following to someone following mine, reply to their comment.

- Each entry must be 100 words. Handy Dandy Word Counter found here.

- Since I care not a toss, and I'm hosting it so my word goes, ANY Pairing, ANY Genre, ANY Rating, ANY fandom. Seriously. I don't care. Write whatever appeals to you. My Flist is too diverse to limit this. (Though I'll offer my soul if someone other than me writes an HBC drabble.) :)

- You can drabble as often as you wish, to whomever you wish. Hell, if you like a particular word, you can reply to that one entry as often as you wish.

attilatehbun has a Harry Potter specific one here: I even drabbled for it.

To get started off:

It hadn’t been planned; these things never were. But Shana had been crying so hard, shaking, almost frightening. He’d held her, pulled her close, whispered into her hair to offer comfort. She was warm and hard and still seemingly fragile against him, clinging to him desperately.

It only seemed natural, when the sobs had subsided, to kiss away her lingering tears. To kiss her eyelids and her cheeks and her mouth, to hold her like a lover. She kissed him back, awkward and virginal but painfully wanting.

Even in the midst of their grief, it didn’t feel like a betrayal.

Comments

I AM SO HAPPY WITH MY NEW INFORMATION

[attilatehbun.livejournal.com]

Betrayal was not black or white, but grey, like the walls of the small interrogation room. It colored every action they took and every word they spoke, though the word itself was never uttered once.

It was in Tomin's flinch as Origin was placed on the table in front of him, in the way his eyes kept moving to Vala's cheek, as if his handprint was still visible.

It hid in Teal'c's questions, as he remembered sitting this seat 10 years ago.

But most of all, it tightened Vala's shoulders as she struggled not to grip Daniel's hand, not to make this harder.

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I never realized how tricky it is to start a sentence with 'betrayal'.

[kanara.livejournal.com]

Harder than sitting day after day in that hospital room as her beloved fought to live, admitting to her childhood friend that she loved her terrified Fate. Nanoha had saved her from the lost, sorrowful girl she'd been when they were little and she'd latched onto the mage back then, a strong bond forming between them.

But what if Nanoha asked her if it really was love she felt, or just a projection of her childhood adoration?

No, she didn't want to see the look in those eyes. She wasn't ready yet, too scared to let Nanoha know her feelings.

[t3h-toby-chan.livejournal.com]

Betrayal was an inappropriate word; Lust had never planned to remain.
She must have realized at some point that Master would never compensate her servitude, and that she would remain with this untiring body, a stifling cage, the name that slipped through her throat and over her tongue as if to strangle her by its meaning. She was damned to always ache for what she would not have, to have others ache for her.

She cut loose when she realized that he had lusted when he looked at her; though not for anything that she could offer.

[t3h-toby-chan.livejournal.com]

Dammit, I was out-posted by a faster ninja. Now what? D:

[mister-radio.livejournal.com]

That's fine! :D As many people can respond to whatever they want, even if someone else has. :D

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

PLEASE PRETEND I WAS SIGNED IN WITH MY ACTUAL LJ FOR THAT!

[zinjadu.livejournal.com]

*huggins*

Dude, I know how that feels. When you want to rage and storm and just fucking go to town on something.

It'll pass. Breaking things helps.

♥