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kerlin's meme
Here's the deal. I'll write a list of ten things I'd love to see in a fic, from vague to specific. If you answer one of my requests, post it along with your own list, and I'll write you fic in return.
The List
1. Influenced by the quote from 'The Blind Assassin'
"Where were we? I've forgotten.
He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.
Right. Yes. The usual choices."
2. Syd and/or Vaughn guilt over still loving one another
3. in an echo of Kerlin's, JULIA FIC!
4. Julia/Simon
5. Jack/Nadia
6. Nadia/Vaughn
7. fidgeting
8. Jack at a birthday party, no matter whose
9. Lauren, the cheap and evil girl that she is, and why she is what she is
10. Good, old-fashioned Handler/Asset meetings.
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:20 pm (UTC)Now, the question is---
Will I actually be able to write something for it?
*dun dun DUN!*
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:25 pm (UTC)If you are interested -- it's a long haul of a fic, so you'll have to fly by your own lights -- I have a lot of Nadia/Vaughn in "Irenicon."
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Date: 2005-03-08 07:28 pm (UTC)And the Nadia/Vaughn in it was delicious.
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Date: 2005-03-09 12:44 pm (UTC)Wooo!
Date: 2005-03-09 12:35 pm (UTC)"Once Upon a Little Girl"
In your mind, you sift through possible answers you could give him, various fashions to weave your not-so-tragic tale, and you find yourself starting in the most cliche of ways.
"Once upon a time, there lived a little girl," you tell him. "Her parents, when they were actually around or she wasn't off at boarding school, used to say they loved her very much. She was teased mercilessly as a child, and she never had any real friends. Later on, she did meet a man she thought she'd love forever, until he broke her heart, that is. So she went off to school, and soon thereafter moved to a new country, where she aspired to be a governmental agent. Maybe, the little girl had hoped, maybe she could be appreciated there."
(Maybes are the weakest of hopes. They aren't even probablys or perhapses or possiblys--just maybes. Maybes never come true for you.)
You continue on and say to him, "But her father, a man with great power, became a brick wall in her way. She could not have what she wanted, and so she came as close as possible. When her mother proposed that she joined a covert, underground organization, it had been as if she'd been invited to a secret club, which had never happened to her as a child. She'd almost giddily asked her mother if there could be a treehouse, even. Most importantly, though, her mother had wanted her. It didn't matter that this society wasn't legal, it didn't matter that people would die. Nothing mattered other than the fact that, maybe, she had a place in life.
"Someone loved this little girl, she thought."
(You don't, however, tell him that, really, this little girl's mother doesn't love her after all--no, that would put such a depressing, sappy spin on the story. And he already knows that this little girl had to murder her own father, the one who used to walk with her on the White Cliffs of Dover, and maybe loved her after all--so that fact doesn't matter.)
"So, this little girl lied and killed and betrayed and stole, without a second thought. She'd abandoned her conscience some time ago, in favor of her mother's approval. Or maybe she liked the approval from her coworkers. Or maybe she liked the approval from her husband, for awhile, at least gave her. Or maybe she liked the approval she gave herself. She never really could decide what it was, but something made this little girl who she is today... and she can't take it back."
He only nods, and you find yourself feeling a smidgen uncomfortable at having given him so much.
"You never cared before," you say, attempting to rebuild your fence, "so I don't see why you're asking now."
"It just never made much sense to me," he replies.
"Well," you say, awkwardly, "now that I've divulged a secret of mine, I want something from you."
You think you hear a muffled, "Anything" against your shoulder, where he plants kisses.
"Why did you come to L.A. to warn me?"
You have to know. You know it's a dangerous thing, what you ask. But you have to know.
"Maybe," he tells you smoothly, "someone loves this little girl."
Re: Wooo!
Date: 2005-03-09 12:39 pm (UTC)Re: Wooo!
Date: 2005-03-09 12:40 pm (UTC)Re: Wooo!
Date: 2005-03-09 12:42 pm (UTC)Re: Wooo!
Date: 2005-03-13 12:52 am (UTC)That's just gosh darned perfect. Oh, Renny. Poor Renny. And Lark! What a wonderful world.
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Date: 2005-03-09 09:35 pm (UTC)I'll have something for you soon.
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Date: 2005-03-09 10:51 pm (UTC)Hannah Writes Fic for the First Time in a Long Time...and it's NACK
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Date: 2005-03-10 11:56 pm (UTC)It's weird, sorry. Hope you like it.
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Date: 2005-03-14 11:28 pm (UTC)Sorry, it was the best I could do. :P