Stolen from scheherezhad

[lunesque]

You leave me a word and a character/pairing/fandom, and I'll write you a sentence with them.

Then, you put this in your journal and write sentences for other people. If you want to.

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Re: Ugh, typo? wtf?

[countermelodic.livejournal.com]

So. I had lots of issues with these (when I really shouldn't have) and both was and still am dissatisfied with these. :/ *sigh* But, I'll just call them done, since thinking more about them will probably just make them even worse. :P haha, and you get like, um, nine sentences, because I suck and can't make up my mind or be succinct, not counting my horrible sentence extending attempts with semi-colons and the like. But I tried, anyway! ^^;;;;;;;;



1. Sometimes Severus would wake from a troubled sleep to find himself in front of the dying embers of the fireplace with a spilled cup of tea at his feet, his fingertips softly tracing a light brown stain spreading across his carpet like hair without streaks of wizened gray; and for a moment, he would envisage a future that might have been, before a sliver of forgotten porcelain sliced his finger and the feel of warm blood dripping from his hand pulled him back to reality.




When Severus came home to find a familiar shabby brown cloak draped over the back of his sofa, a smile teased the edges of his practiced scowl and he knew he had been forgiven.


When Severus came home to find a familiar shabby brown cloak draped over the back of his sofa, his chest felt curiously light and his lungs drank in air easier than normal; so he swept off to locate its absent owner - to deliver a lecture on sloppy habits, of course - and see if he could restore the world to its proper equilibrium.



2. The weight of Morgif brushing against his thigh as he took one step forward reminded Yuuri that he was in fact a king in this unbelievable world, and that sometimes choices were made for him for good reasons, as much as he would wish to fruitlessly argue otherwise. The thought stopped Yuuri in his tracks, and that second step which would have put him in arm's reach - to latch onto his wrist and stop him, pull him back, to do something - was never taken. Instead, Yuuri quietly followed Conrad with his eyes as he walked away, filing away the memory of Conrad's back, and how every time he saw it, Conrad was once again trying to protect him - even from himself.