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For the "First Line" Meme. First sentance is from the_dala.
Title: No clue yet
Author: Monkeypuzzle, first line She comes to him by the light of the full moon, one night late in October. At least he thinks it's October. by the_dala
Fandom: Surprise ;-D
Pairings: None really
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
She comes to him by the light of the full moon, one night late in October. At least he thinks it's October. He is watching the fierce movements of the waves as they are driven onto the sand by the distant storm. Wreathed by wreckage she stumbles out gasping and coughing, and he goes to her, supports her, till her legs suddenly give out taking them both down onto the still warm sand. Wrapping his arms around her he cradles her, trying to comfort her as she shakes.
Bloody Bastard! he hears her whisper softly but vehemently. Bloody cock-sucking mother fucking bastard! The tremors still, but he can tell she has not calmed by the tightness with which she grips his shirt, and the harshness of her breathing. He runs a hand over her hair, and she turns slightly curling into him.
What happened? he asks quietly. A rueful laugh is her only reply for a moment, before she pushes herself away, out of his embrace. With eyes wide she looks out onto the raging sea, searching; the light of the moon shows clearly the tense profile of her face; then, she runs her hands swiftly over her face and turns to him with a shrug.
We were sailing to Vanuatu, when our glorious captain decided to try being sober for once in his miserable life. A blow caught us and we ran aground. She shifts her eyes to the shattered wood scattered about around them. He ran the Pearl aground. She sighs and rubs her forehead. Any idea where we are?
It is his turn to shrug. Somewhere in the South Pacific. Beyond that... no one knows. He sees her close her eyes tightly, and his heart goes out to her. Reaching out he takes her hand in his. My name is Sayid.
She answers softly, Anamaria.
Anamaria, he repeats as he squeezes her hand reassuringly, welcome to our island.
Fandom: Lost/PotC
Title: No clue yet
Author: Monkeypuzzle, first line She comes to him by the light of the full moon, one night late in October. At least he thinks it's October. by the_dala
Fandom: Surprise ;-D
Pairings: None really
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
She comes to him by the light of the full moon, one night late in October. At least he thinks it's October. He is watching the fierce movements of the waves as they are driven onto the sand by the distant storm. Wreathed by wreckage she stumbles out gasping and coughing, and he goes to her, supports her, till her legs suddenly give out taking them both down onto the still warm sand. Wrapping his arms around her he cradles her, trying to comfort her as she shakes.
Bloody Bastard! he hears her whisper softly but vehemently. Bloody cock-sucking mother fucking bastard! The tremors still, but he can tell she has not calmed by the tightness with which she grips his shirt, and the harshness of her breathing. He runs a hand over her hair, and she turns slightly curling into him.
What happened? he asks quietly. A rueful laugh is her only reply for a moment, before she pushes herself away, out of his embrace. With eyes wide she looks out onto the raging sea, searching; the light of the moon shows clearly the tense profile of her face; then, she runs her hands swiftly over her face and turns to him with a shrug.
We were sailing to Vanuatu, when our glorious captain decided to try being sober for once in his miserable life. A blow caught us and we ran aground. She shifts her eyes to the shattered wood scattered about around them. He ran the Pearl aground. She sighs and rubs her forehead. Any idea where we are?
It is his turn to shrug. Somewhere in the South Pacific. Beyond that... no one knows. He sees her close her eyes tightly, and his heart goes out to her. Reaching out he takes her hand in his. My name is Sayid.
She answers softly, Anamaria.
Anamaria, he repeats as he squeezes her hand reassuringly, welcome to our island.
Fandom: Lost/PotC