we might as well be strangers [MEMERY]

[showyourguns]

SO while I was bored and harassing Dele, I decide to do...a thing. I am big on having soundtracks for my characters, and so are lots of you! THEREFORE: give me a song lyric (one or two lines please, that's a lot more evocative than an entire song) and I will write you a drabble for a character YOU PLAY and I PLAY that goes with it. Even if they'

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[domina_mira]

"the vagueness in your eyes, your casual goodbyes."

[showyourguns]

It's when she starts calling him William again that he knows it's over -- live forever and everything gets boring. Stay alive long enough and even her sharp bright claws are dull, even --

(he's lying to himself, he believed in Them Always because she made him, she shaped him into the smiling monster he is now)

The truth is he can't keep up. The truth is the dark sucking hole where his his heart used to be was enough to fill the cracks in her, and now it's not anymore.

He's always been stuck between that place between dark and darkest - when she leaves him it's for something bigger and badder.

In the morning, he burns her dolls in a pile and waits for the sun.

[innerbrat]

Will you really?

Somewhere in there I'm sure I made you cry
But I can't remember if we said good bye

[showyourguns]

XD I will! It might take me a little longer to think of it because we've literally never played together sans some goofery with Liz and Mel having the same face, but I WILL.

[innerbrat]

*laughs*

Take your time, of course. I just like this meme.

[showyourguns]

:D I made it myself.

FOR YOU:

The thing is that for two women who look remarkably alike, they have almost nothing in common. Melaka is quick to snap, light motion and grace like a flutter of wings - she can cut you in two, and she'd do it as soon as look twice.

Liz might have had those razor edges once, but they're blunted by sadness and life, and there are days when she's not sure of the difference between the two. It's true that the constant battering of sediment and waves is what makes a pearl, but it's what erodes rocks into nothing, too.

This is one thing they both understand: There are jobs in the world that no matter how many people you have around you, will always leave you alone.

"Do you miss him?" Her breath is smoke, heavier than the air around them. It hangs over their heads in the low light; shining black hair here and there cut by purples and blues, here tangled, sleepy.

"Yeah. I do."

They're not talking about the same people.

[silverthorne]

How about long gone playmates?

"It's been so long since I've seen your face. I hear you're doing fine."

[showyourguns]

Awww HI

One of the few domestic things Liz knows how to do is make coffee; it's kind of a Bureau necessity, with the hours they keep. It's thick and black and there's a lot of it.

But that's okay. They have a lot to talk about.

"How's married life?" Derek smiles, and there's nothing remarkable about those teeth, just a shiny, open grin. (Nothing now, but once that was different."

"Oh, it's the same." To Liz, this means that it's wonderful. And Derek knows that, knows too much about dark places someone you love can pull you back from.

Sometimes?

It even works.

-- HAHah you got a HAPPY ONE, be pleased.

[silverthorne]

Yays for the Happy! :)

It's too bad Liz ain;t around anymore. Derek could inflict on Liz introduce her to his adoptive son. :)

[saltroseortopaz]

"beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some trouble with herself."

"I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door."

I can't pick one, so you have to. >_>

[dichotomyofme]

I have pressed my life against sharpened things

and shed innocence like unwanted skin

Enveloping, encompassing, sweet and wide and wild

I CHOOSE THE FIRST ONE

[showyourguns]

"You're sure you want to do this?" The needle is already going, like bees and glass, a sharp mechanical sound in the sterile stillness of the white room.

Cory just looks over her shoulder and raises an eyebrow, dark eyes cut with a spill of light (it reminds Zoe of a photograph she saw once, a motion capture of sugar tossed against an endless field of black).

She doesn't have to say anything; they never do. Zoe laughs through metal and lowers her head, shaggy hair falling over her face. "Of course you do."

When she finishes twin swirls cut from shoulder to the small of the back; the woman is the body is the instrument.

"While you're down there..."

Zoe plucks her strings.

I LOVE THAT ONE :3

[dichotomyofme]

XD XD XD ilu ♥

Now go do me mine. :B