I Resist the Muses

Character: Celena Ducayne
Fandom: Decay of Dreams; Original Character
Word Count: 1034
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Character: Ray Vecchio
Fandom: due South

Prompt #23 - Believe in an afterlife?

Prompt #24 - Snow

Character: Benton Fraser
Fandom: due South

Prompt #23 - Afterlife?

Prompt #24 - Snow

Character: Max Guevera
Fandom: Dark Angel



As I stare out at a Seattle that’s blanketed with snow, I find myself agreeing with something that Original Cindy had said earlier to me when we were leaving Jam Pony.
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Prompt #17 What is the best -- or worst -- advice you have ever received? (Open)
Prompt #23 - Do you believe in an afterlife? (Open)
Prompt #24 - Snow (Open)

Muse: Piper "Les" Allison
Fandom: Original

"Mom! Come on! It's snowing!" Ben bounced waiting for his mom to get down the stairs.

"Ben hold on. Patience is a virtue"

"Screw patience!"

"Benjamin Braeden!"

He went quiet and scuffed his toe on the floor and looked up to see his mother standing there with her hands on her hips. "Sorry mom."

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Ben Braeden - Supernatural - 273 Words

( Snow )


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Character: Lily Coleens
Fandom: Original Character
Prompt: Snow

Closed for RP

His eyes didn't lose their intensity as the monk stood and serenely bowed to him before walking soundlessly across the carpet of snow in the courtyard.

Ambrogino Giovanni
World of Darkness: Vampire the Masquerade
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When I was 14 we had a hell of a winter.  The Thames froze. I never thought I'd see that. The BBC said that the sea had frozen in spots. Can you imagine?

Some of the snowdrifts were taller than me. It was great fun to start with but, then it just was cold. I didn't feel warm that whole winter. We didn't have enough coal, you see. We all bundled into bed together with all our jumpers and blankets too cold to even make trouble.

And trust me, that's saying something.

The thing was, when I looked out the window, the snow falling made everything look like a fairy garden. For a moment it was exciting and beautiful and otherworldly. Like a beautiful picture.

Then my teeth would chatter.

I still don't like snow. It just means hardship to me no matter how pretty it looks.

It still surprised Isabel that people thought that it didn't snow in Italy, and she listened in mild annoyance to the young American tourists as they gawked at the first flurries of the night. Of course, snow was now a huge tourist draw for the Alpine towns, bringing in life and money during the dark winter nights instead of isolation and death. It's also uglier now for all that it has lost its sinister edge, at least in the cities where it turns black from the vehicle exhaust. Black like the long grip of death in winters centuries ago when the wolves roamed the hills driven by starvation to the small lights of the villages to snatch what life they could, when fire was life for the small lives of the Children of Seth, and when travel was for armies or fools.

( A gaggle of children ran by pelting each other with snow balls... )

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It started snowing a few hours ago. I got up just now and went to the window: snow still falling, thickly, snow on snow.

The first real snow of winter.

I still remember how it used to snow in Korea. The army had put us in tents that were too cold in winter, stifling hot in summer: the first winter we all nearly froze.

But when the snow fell, covering the torn-up ground of our camp, the minefield, the war-torn fields around us - lethal though it often was, especially to the Koreans, who didn't have fuel to keep their homes warm - it was beautiful.

Three winters I spent there. Three Christmases in the oddest parish I'll ever have, the 4077th M*A*S*H. Three bleak midwinters.

That's what I remember, every time it snows.

It doesn't really snow in Gotham, so much as the streets pile up with ice and sludge. Layers of ice, and people still drive like the end of the world is coming. But hey, it's Gotham, right? So it might be. Wouldn't really be surprising, after all this time.

I'm not in the heart of Gotham tonight, though. Lucky me.

In an hour, we're supposed to have dinner. You know. As a family. I hope Dick leaves early, to avoid the craptastic traffic that is sure to be accumulating on the road from 'Haven.

Alfred has been up in arms about this all day. NO ONE ALLOWED IN HIS KITCHEN, KTHX. At all. Which kind of sucks, since I've been hungry since about noon. I don't even know what all he's cooking. It's all very hush-hush, you know, don't ask and I won't have to hit you with a spoon.

Whatever it is, it'll be worth waiting, but it sure as hell isn't making my stomach any happier.

Oh. That's the doorbell. Guess I'm out, then. Hope he brought some chips or something, though...

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Muse: Tim Drake (Robin)
Source: DC Comics

It's snowing. Small flakes of white spin madly, silently. Images drift and spin, to settle scattered on the ground.

The feel of skin beneath my hands, smooth and warm. The brush and tickle of sandalwood scented hair. The sharp ridge of a hipbone beneath my tongue. A shiny ring of steel so intimately placed rubbing against the back of my throat. The gasps and moans of pleasure, murmured words of love. These sharp and burning memories leave a bloody trail behind as they slip now from my hands.

I long to cling, to hold, to hear those words from you. Instead I let you go, hold my memories close. The sound of your laughter, the curve of your smile, the scent of your skin.

Alone I sit here, with the wall to my back, and watch the falling snow.

I love you.


Muse: Grey MacNamara
Fandom: None, original character.

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It was snowing when Findekano brought me down from Thangorodrim, although by then I was too weak to notice. Later, when I was stronger, he stood at my window watching the flakes fall, and he wept. I put my arm around him. "Why do you weep, meldonya?"

"Because I never wish to see snow again as long as I live," he replied. And he told me then, how his father had led the host of Nolofinwe to cross the Helcaraxe; the Grinding Ice that connected Valinor with Beleriand in the far north. They had crossed on foot, because they had no other means of transport, and many had been lost along the way. A hundred, including the wife of his brother Turukano, had died in one incident alone, when a bank of snow gave way and they plunged into a gully. When he spoke of Turukano, and the loss of Elenwe, his weeping intensified.

"Poor little Itarille," he sobbed. "She lost her mother and now she may die, or may lose her..." Findekano's voice shook, and he looked at me, his face as pale as the white sky outside. "...she may never walk again, Timo. Her feet, the frost got to her feet..." I held him while he wept, and I looked out the window at the falling snow, and cursed my father for having caused all of this, for had he not burned the ships at Losgar, Elenwe would still live, and her little daughter would be unharmed.

It was to be many, many years before Findekano could look upon snow again without trembling, without closing his eyes, without having to try to force himself to forget. Itarille survived, and the healers who worked on restoring the life to her frozen feet had such success that not only were her feet saved, but as she grew she was able to run and dance and skip as though nothing had ever happened. The only sign of her ordeal was that ever after, her feet remained white, and so she was called Celebrindal, Silver-foot.

Celebrindal danced under moonlight in the gardens of Hithlum, her silver feet skimming the snow, her face upturned to catch the falling flakes on her hair and her eyelashes and her tongue. She ran to where we were sitting and tugged our hands. "Come, uncle Findekano, uncle Nelyafinwe. Come and dance with me!" She looked up at the sky, her face as bright as the moon that shone in it. "Isn't it beautiful? It's snowing!"

Character: Maedhros
Fandom: Silmarillion

( There was snow on the ground when we escaped from Velletri. )

Write a prompt based around the theme of snow.

A seasonalish prompt for everyone this week, suggested by ladybug.

Please remember to tag your entries if you have a tag and if you do not, please let me know in the thread on the OOC community and I will set you one up! Sorry this is a day late, I was curled up in bed yesterday sick as a dog.