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Longing For the Silverflintdaily DOW prompt: friendship beer wheelbarrow. Silver is surprised how his desires have changed.

Silver gazed at the waves, sea breeze stirring his curls. He'd reinvented himself many times over but only now, when he'd felt a sense of belonging, purpose and friendship as the Walrus's cook, did he find himself confused -surprised- about who he was, what he desired.

He'd long dreamed of beer by the barrel, endless feasts, gold by the wheelbarrow; simple dreams of abundance. But now he longed for more.
He wanted Flint. He wanted love.

Flint approached, clapped him on the shoulder. "Come on," he said and Silver followed, hopeful, sure he'd seen his longing reflected on Flint's face.

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Anniversary For the Silverflintdaily DOW prompt: measure, dwindle, flirt. Silver and Flint after one year together. Modern AU.

"Why do you look so pensive?"

Silver shrugged, sipped his wine. Flint, standing behind him, wrapped one arm around Silver's waist, kissed one cheek.

"I don't think I've ever had an anniversary," Silver said. "I flirt, I date, I watch affection dwindle, I leave when things get bad or boring, or before they go that way. A whole year together... a measure of commitment I wasn't sure I was capable of."

"Well you are," Flint said. "Don't let past fears haunt you. I'm not going anywhere. And I hope neither are you."

Silver smiled and shifted position to kiss Flint.

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Drabble for the Silverflint DOW Week 11 November 18, 2019: talent, kettle, forest

After fighting off an attacker a cold and wet Silver and Flint take refuge at Miranda's cottage. Season 01, huddling for warmth.


They ran through the forest in the rain, finally reaching the cottage where Miranda gave them blankets, put on the kettle, and went back to bed.

Silver took off his wet garments and huddled by the fireside under a blanket. Flint followed suit.

"You're not hurt?"

"Just cold," Silver said, teeth chattering. He had a talent for lucky escapes and Flint had killed their attackers.

"Come here." Flint pulled him close to share body heat, skin to skin.

Silver stopped shivering. The kettle boiled; Flint offered to make tea.

"In a minute." He didn't want Flint to let go yet.

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In The Moment; Black Sails, modern AU, Silverflint
For the silverflintdaily Drabble of the Week - November 4, 2019: smile, sometimes, breakneck
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Sometimes Silver seemed reluctant, giving reasons they shouldn't have moved in together, or refusing to go to social events as James's plus one, or getting twitchy over them buying a new duvet or a toaster. As if he wasn't going to stay put.

Other times Silver moved with breakneck speed, booking a romantic weekend away, joking about setting up a wedding registry, looking at pet adoptions, and telling strangers James was his husband. As if he wanted everything now.

The best times were when they sat quietly, talking, drinking, smiling. No reticence, no rushing. Being in the moment. Being happy.

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week one
Exact Drabble: Sunshine wordpress ; fic blog
For the prompts ‘sunshine’ and ‘sci-fi’

She gazed at the myriad stars. So many, yet so little light.

The ship relied upon internal lighting. There was one window at the front of the ship while viewscreens supplied information about the rest of the vessel’s exterior. Outside it was perpetually night, or so it seemed. In the vacuum of space there could be no day.

She sighed, and checked the star map. She needed to find a planet, take a rest stop before making the delivery. She needed to stand on solid ground for an hour or so.

She needed to feel the sunlight on her skin.

week two
2 haiku based on the saying “red sky at night…” Sky wordpress ; fic blog

Red sky is dawning
Sailors, shepherds take warning
Rain may be ahead

Red sky as sun sets
Take heart at the sign, better
weather tomorrow

week three 3 x 3 sentence fics wordpress ; fic blog Note: these are edited from previous versions posted to my personal journal some were fanfic originally for the 3 sentence ficathon

Redemption

“Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?”

Bound in chains at the tyrant’s feet, the knight said, “I wanted to give you a chance to surrender, because I believe in redemption.”

The tyrant raised an eyebrow, and his sword, and said, “Well, sadly for you, I don’t.”

Gift

He leaned back, contented from the birthday feast, eyes tired and heavy, but she shook her head, saying, “I haven’t given you your present yet.”

She began to unlace her gown, then paused and asked, “Would you care to unwrap it yourself?”

All thoughts of sleep fled with a grin as he moved to accept his gift.

Beware

If you go into the forest, beware my child, for there are predators who may look pretty and speak gentle words but are deadly.

Stay off the paths and in the shadows and trust no human. Beware especially the ones who dress in red for they carry knives and kill wolves without hesitation.

week four WiP snippets: snippets from my WiPs. I searched for those mentioning ‘spring’ as we approach springtime in the northern hemisphere. wordpress ; fic blog

Sorceress Apprentice (fantasy romance)

The only way this could be more perfect was if Kerine and Sabrina were here to enjoy it with them. And, of course, if Emeri were not sick. It was hard to believe he was dying on a night like tonight when he was happy and so very much alive.

The moon rose, and the Elder led the ritual by the fire. Thanks were given for the summer, for the harvest, for all the blessings in their lives. Regrets were expressed, sorrow for losses endured and apologies for wrongs done to each other. Wishes were made for the future, hope that the coming winter be not too harsh and that spring would return soon.

Bryony blinked away tears. There would be no Winter Solstice dance to honour the returning sun, not for her and Emeri. She would be expressing grief for her loss when the winter sun fell upon the village square and the ritual fire was kindled once more.

“And now,” the Elder said, “The Ritual Fire Dance!”

WRE (shapeshifters)

It was a warm spring evening and Romaine had decided to go to work in his wolf form.

The good thing about night shifts was that there were less people around. Romaine trotted happily down the street without seeing a single person and only one car. He turned right, into the park, ducked through some bushes, and found the old abandoned rail line. It would take him longer to get to work, but sometimes it was good to let go.

He gave in to the urge to run, powerful muscles giving him speed most dogs or wolves wouldn’t muster. Crickets chirped from their perches in the overgrowth, and mice scuttled about in the bushes. A bird trilled, maybe a nightingale. His ears heard the sound perfectly but Romaine was no expert on birdsong.

Halfway, he paused at a puddle. Wolves could drink rainwater without ill effects, much as dogs could. By their dual nature they had immunity to a whole range of illnesses and toxins that could endanger or kill either dogs, or humans, or both. Still, sometimes the human mind shied away from the wolf instincts, always a disconcerting experience. He didn’t like to think of himself as two people; he was a Wolf, always, regardless of the form he was currently in.

A dialogue only exact drabble

"So, what's the game plan?"

"The what?"

"The game plan. You know. The strategy for the meeting."

"For one thing it's to stop using Americanisms like that, or 'touching base' - we're neither American nor athletes."

"What about 'grounded'?"

"That's a military term, I believe. And hardly relevant in either its original term or the current context of stopping a teenager from leaving the house as a form of punishment."

"Fine. So, what's the strategy?"

"Same as always. Let them speak first, laugh at their initial offer, reduce it by half as a counter-offer, and then see where we're at."

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For the song prompt "You Know My Name"; exact drabble. Thank you for reading, likes/shares and comments are always gratefully received.

There'd been other career options, post-military service but this one had unexpectedly presented itself and he was good at it. Also it paid exceptionally well.

It was a job with certain risks and inconveniences but he had the skills and connections. He'd perfected choosing the right clients; those who were genuine, could pay, and could be trusted to keep their mouths shut.

There were better, safer, jobs, ones in offices instead of on damp rooftops, but on the whole there were far worse jobs.

A car door opened on the street below. Time to work.

He lifted his sniper rifle.

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A rewritten version of a previously filled prompt.
For writingwednesday and posted/promoted at wordpress ; fic blog ; tumblr;twitter;pinterest;facebook

100 words (flash fiction, exact drabble, no warnings apply, originally posted to my fic blog and crossposted to my wordpress and tumblr)
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Title: Fragments
Fandom: Blindspot
Pairing/Characters: Jane (Taylor)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Prompt: For the writerverse drabble tree prompt "finally become the owner of her own past"
Summary: Early s1, Jane wonders about her past and future.
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
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Perfection, Fandom: Agent Carter, Peggy Carter (gen)
A drabble about Peggy getting dressed for work. For the writerverse prompt "perfection"

Trust, Fandom: Revenge, Emily & Nolan, Emily POV Season 2
Emily reflects on her friendship with Nolan. For the writerverse drabble prompt "trust"

Dreams, Fandom: The Flash, Cisco Ramon (gen), set between s1e15 and s1e19.
Everyone has bad dreams, but not surely not like these? Set between 1.15 and 1.19. For the writerverse drabble prompt "dark"