Fic Meme

[unknownfate]

So here is the five minute comment fic meme, yoinked from rosehiptea. I did this one over at her lj. I know lots of good writers, so I figured I would try it too.


1. Clear your schedule for five minutes (or longer if you have time, I'm not gonna turn down more fic).
2. Then look under the cut tag, where you will find ten prompts, all of which are song titles (selected at random from my iPod WMP library iTunes library.)
3. Choose one of the prompts, and - using any appropriate fandom/character[s] (meaning ones you think I might enjoy) - write. (Note: As far as I'm concerned, you can write anything you want, really...)
4. Reply with your teeny weeny story in the comments to this post.
5. Repost this in your journal and make your friends write for you.


1. Under My Wheels
2. Somewhere That's Green
3. You Could Be Mine
4. I Want To Be An Angel
5. My Greatest Fear
6. Protectors of Earth
7. Little Drop of Poison
8. Lonely (But I Ain't That Lonely Yet)
9. Here Comes the Rain
10. Lonesome, On'ry and Mean

Comments

Somewhere That's Green

[findmyantidrug.livejournal.com]

The cityscape is beautiful in its own right. Dan knows that, he really does, and the city fits him comfortably, with its citizens in every corner and the pervasive smells of innovation. It's hard to feel truly alone, here. Loneliness can be tricked away by stepping into a busy cafe and eating lunch surrounded by happy people, watching them like he watches birds, fascinated and a little envious underneath it all.

But there is always a faint griminess, a layer of ugliness just underneath it all. He's felt it there, on occasion, when he was younger; now, as a crimefighter, he dives into it, sometimes stares into the ugliness for so long that he can't see anything else. Rorschach has the benefit of having adapted to it after years of constant exposure; his armor is strong enough that he can go months without being fazed. Dan can count the nights Rorschach hasn't been able to drink coffee on one hand.

If Dan is honest with himself, it's Rorschach more than anything else - Rorschach with his guard constantly up, who never lifts his face to the sky except to search rooftops, who sometimes stops to gaze at a pitiful line of trees as if they're priceless - who makes him want to turn his back to the city. He wants to take Rorschach to the heart of a forest, where no sounds but birdsong and crickets could reach them, where their eyes would brim with life.

Dan wonders what Rorschach would become, were he safely nestled away, free from guilt, free from anger.

It won't happen. They can't, not when their city needs them. But when the city lights shine too brightly and the alleys swallow them whole, he wishes, more than anything, that they could.

Re: Somewhere That's Green

[bane-6.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's perfect for the prompt! Thank you! I liked the acknowledgement of Dan's envy of birds and happy people, and I think we all wish the same thing for Dan and Rorschach sometimes. Thanks so much!

Re: Somewhere That's Green

[wednesday42.livejournal.com]

Gah... You always kill me in the most wonderful ways. ;_;