Schrödinger's Hamlet

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I feel emotionally manipulated by True Blood & I don't like it.

& a one sentence/flash-fic meme, for tune up needs.
Choose one of my characters, one of your characters & a colour. I will proceed to write a little something in no more than three sentences.

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Aug. 19th, 2013 11:05 am (UTC)
Bellatrix & Regulus, coal grey.
Aug. 19th, 2013 11:07 am (UTC)
What's happened with TB?
Aug. 19th, 2013 03:52 pm (UTC)
It was a very unimaginative, uncompelling ending for a True Blood episode is all.
Aug. 19th, 2013 12:06 pm (UTC)
There's really only one part that was DDD: for me and the rest just felt like a normal episode :/ I didn't even realize it was the finale.
Aug. 19th, 2013 12:26 pm (UTC)
This.
Aug. 19th, 2013 01:28 pm (UTC)
And the whole Warlow thing was so anticlimactic.
Aug. 19th, 2013 02:23 pm (UTC)
It really was. If that's all they had to do, it was kind of ridiculous. Last week's ep was also pretty anticlimatic.
Aug. 19th, 2013 03:52 pm (UTC)
What was your DDD: part?
Aug. 19th, 2013 03:55 pm (UTC)
eric's part. it was also the only part that made me laugh out loud.
Aug. 19th, 2013 12:30 pm (UTC)
J & F (always), gold (for something different).
Aug. 19th, 2013 12:38 pm (UTC)
Septimus & Isabel, chrome. Orrrr Caradoc & Marion, heather.
Aug. 19th, 2013 04:10 pm (UTC)
You're getting both.
The Modernists, with their long sight, determine that awareness comes before the fall and so they do not wait for the precipice but learn to swandive. But Keats never imagined - when he claimed his name to be writ in water - the churning foam and chrome which eddied in their wake and the earth shaking reverberation of their twinned step.

The landscape shifted in deference to Septimus and Isabel; reality a mere shade compared to the cohesion in their mind.
Aug. 20th, 2013 10:25 am (UTC)
I love this so.

Also:
No one, when later interrogated about the small cat in the Dome, expresses anything other than absolute surprise, but as with so many things she suspects that (a) ultimate responsibility falls firmly upon the head of Lt. Kaidanovsky, and (b) no one would ever be able to prove it should they feel so inclined. She does not feel so inclined; the first time she sees the creature it is love. The aftermath of battle is always silence, following the battery of tests and checks, six soft hours spent almost-asleep, almost-connected, differentiating between Septimus and Isabel and the metal. Those who do not understand treat those hours as uncanny, the Modernists themselves as uncanny, still, but the cat wanted only the lull of them, to sleep quiet a while beside two warm, gentle bodies.

She calls him Keats.
Aug. 20th, 2013 11:42 am (UTC)
Oh, it thrills me so much when you write back. ♥
Aug. 19th, 2013 01:29 pm (UTC)
WORRIED ABOUT CATCHING UP.


Hansens. Slate.
Aug. 19th, 2013 03:51 pm (UTC)
It is all very ... meh.
Sometimes - out in the depths of the Pacific, beyond the realms of land - still waters do run deep. Beneath that shroud there rests a slate to match the sky, the depths of Herc Hansen's heart, the rusting patina littering the remnants of the Rift. He stands on the lip of the bow, his eyes raised once in salutation to the sun, before his hands clasp and he hits the water.
Aug. 19th, 2013 06:46 pm (UTC)

(And even this is not easy: death by drowning, death by Chuck, whose sub-particles are part of the water here, pulverised in the depths below with only Striker Eureka -- or a scrap of her, caught in a fissure splintering somewhere off the Rift -- serving as a headstone. Drowning is quick, but not easy, nor so fast as to avoid the burn of saltwater; but that's how Chuck does it, brutal and with intent to finish. He rushes in and takes up lung-space and you rage at him for it even though the grey oblivion is all you really want.)
Aug. 20th, 2013 09:40 am (UTC)
Giovanna. ♥
Aug. 20th, 2013 01:04 pm (UTC)
:3
Aug. 19th, 2013 01:32 pm (UTC)
Moriarty & Bruce Banner - Sand.
Walter Blythe & Peggy Carter - Olive.
Thor & Sherlock Holmes - Silver.
Aug. 19th, 2013 02:05 pm (UTC)
ahhh i am about to watch the finale for true blood now
Aug. 19th, 2013 03:52 pm (UTC)
Well, I think there is a PART you will like.
Aug. 19th, 2013 03:55 pm (UTC)
PERHAPS PERHAPS

rob's face was pretty nice to look at ngl
Aug. 19th, 2013 02:11 pm (UTC)
Peggy and Jesse - salmon

Jane and Thor - cream
Aug. 19th, 2013 04:42 pm (UTC)
Don, Kara, yellow. Or neon purple.
Aug. 20th, 2013 09:48 am (UTC)
Kara's hair is long and wild, curling in the midst of her back before she sweeps it over her shoulder to stretch out beneath the yellow boughs of the sunflowers that reach their greedy heads toward the sky. She feels kinship with them, standing as they do between her and the stars and her firm feet on the ground; standing sentinel-like as she waits for Don to follow suit in his white shirtsleeves.

Then, a smile: "Safe - and big - as houses, Mr Draper."
Aug. 24th, 2013 06:41 pm (UTC)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I can't tell you how many times I've reread this (slightly less impressive given its length, maybe, but still). I LOVE EVERY WORD.
Aug. 19th, 2013 09:13 pm (UTC)
Howard & Peggy - opalescent
Septimus & Basil - phthalo blue
Aug. 19th, 2013 09:16 pm (UTC)
Peggy & Tony (why not?) - Infrared.