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Beck (
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braddock: dr. brian
Weekly Drabble #1
Midnight
New ones on Sundays! :D
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whos_king_here
2014-12-31 04:20 pm UTC
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Elizabeth's gown swirled out from her ankles as she spun gracefully back into her husband's arms. Brian, then twelve, had pursed his lips in discomfort at the sight of his parents reuniting on the dance floor. Somehow, the nauseated feeling of this particular memory had turned to one of nostalgia and longing... His father, tall and wide and seemingly indestructible, had pulled his mother into a tender embrace and stolen a pre-midnight kiss. The waltz ended, but Sir and Lady Braddock remained in place, as if the manor and their guests had faded away. English propriety had fallen, momentarily, to true love. The stroke of twelve brought the doctor back from his fairytale memory. He was in New York, at his desk, and he'd nodded off. His watch had sounded for the start of his shift. He leaned toward where his jacket hung and he stole the handkerchief from the pocket, then dried his face.
Dr. Brian Braddock needed coffee.
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stryx
2015-01-05 02:15 am UTC
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
The infamous verse by Robert Frost always seemed to echo through her mind at times like this. When she soared through the night sky and plunged through the branches and undergrowth of the forest. Her winged form often gave her the peace she needed to think without the world of human responsibility weighing on her. To think about things she didn't really get to when living her day-to-day life.
Her shadow moved silently across the forest floor until taloned feet found purchase on a large branch. Smaller nocturnal creatures scurried below her, blissfully unaware of her presence. Even though she was larger than a normal owl, she could still be regarded as 'silent death'. Luckily (for them) this bird didn't have much of a taste for rodent flesh.
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