Post by Roxie ! on Jun 23, 2007 8:35:36 GMT -5
Alrighty, I got some muse but like, no ideas for any of my stories x.x Sooo I decided to do these. These are one-shots, which means that they are short stories with only one chapter each. Most of them are probably going to be drabbles, which means they're short, but we'll see. If any are really popular, which I doubt, I might turn it into a full-length. But, again, we'll see.
1.
Broken
Category: His Dark Materials
Time Frame: 10 years after 'The Amber Spyglass'
Rating:PG
Genre: Angst/Romance
Characters: Will and Lyra; and their daemons, Kirjava and Pantalaimon.
She had aged and changed so much from the fierce little girl who had changed everything so many years ago. Now Lyra was twenty-four years old, her dark blonde hair reaching down to her back in gentle curls, her blue eyes uncharacteristically dark. Almost the image of her beautiful mother, though the resemblance stopped there.
Beside her crept her daemon Pantalaimon, his golden-red fur catching the sunlight and shining, though he did not seem to notice.
There might have been a time when the girl and her pine marten daemon would be chatting away, but today, each was silent and lost in their own thoughts. It was not like Lyra to block Pantalaimon out like this, and he was worried. He knew she was afraid.
Presently, they stopped, Lyra looking around anxiously while Pantalaimon had his ears pricked. Several moments of tense silence passed.
"Pan," Lyra spoke finally. "What if...what if they don't come?"
Pantalaimon blinked several times and sighed softly, brushing against her legs in a comforting attempt. "They'll come. We won't give up on them, and they won't give up on us." He spoke confidently to re-assure his human companion, though he couldn't be sure that his words were true.
Ever since that fateful day they had separated, Will and Lyra had vowed to meet each other on this exact spot one day of every year. And so they had, up until now. But the previous year, Will had been stressed, and they had fought briefly before Lyra had stormed out. Ever since then, everything in her life seemed to be going wrong. It felt like she was loosing everyone close to her, and now she wasn't even sure that Will would come. Maybe she should just leave. She didn't want anyone to see her cry.
But then, out of the shadows, a large, sleek cat appeared her pelt a hundred different shades of raven and shadow. Pan leapt to his paws.
"Kirjava!" He called joyfully, bounding over to the daemon so that their noses touched, and Kirjava purred and murmured something to him softly. Lyra watched in shock as the pine marten and the black cat shared a tender reunion. That meant Will had to be close by.
And then he came, his dark hair ruffled and a bit shaggy, his intense gaze switching calmly from the two daemons to Lyra. He was aged, but he was still Will. He paused, unsure of what to do or say.
Lyra met his gaze, her head reeling as they stared at each other, each unsure of how the other would respond if something was said. Finally, Lyra caved. Her blue eyes averted and fell to the ground, tears welling in them that threatened to over-flow.
And so finally, for the first time in a long time, Lyra cried. In moments Will was there, hugging her, holding her, whispering soft reassurances to her. They were broken; the two of them. But maybe, just maybe, they could be fixed.
1.
Broken
Category: His Dark Materials
Time Frame: 10 years after 'The Amber Spyglass'
Rating:PG
Genre: Angst/Romance
Characters: Will and Lyra; and their daemons, Kirjava and Pantalaimon.
She had aged and changed so much from the fierce little girl who had changed everything so many years ago. Now Lyra was twenty-four years old, her dark blonde hair reaching down to her back in gentle curls, her blue eyes uncharacteristically dark. Almost the image of her beautiful mother, though the resemblance stopped there.
Beside her crept her daemon Pantalaimon, his golden-red fur catching the sunlight and shining, though he did not seem to notice.
There might have been a time when the girl and her pine marten daemon would be chatting away, but today, each was silent and lost in their own thoughts. It was not like Lyra to block Pantalaimon out like this, and he was worried. He knew she was afraid.
Presently, they stopped, Lyra looking around anxiously while Pantalaimon had his ears pricked. Several moments of tense silence passed.
"Pan," Lyra spoke finally. "What if...what if they don't come?"
Pantalaimon blinked several times and sighed softly, brushing against her legs in a comforting attempt. "They'll come. We won't give up on them, and they won't give up on us." He spoke confidently to re-assure his human companion, though he couldn't be sure that his words were true.
Ever since that fateful day they had separated, Will and Lyra had vowed to meet each other on this exact spot one day of every year. And so they had, up until now. But the previous year, Will had been stressed, and they had fought briefly before Lyra had stormed out. Ever since then, everything in her life seemed to be going wrong. It felt like she was loosing everyone close to her, and now she wasn't even sure that Will would come. Maybe she should just leave. She didn't want anyone to see her cry.
But then, out of the shadows, a large, sleek cat appeared her pelt a hundred different shades of raven and shadow. Pan leapt to his paws.
"Kirjava!" He called joyfully, bounding over to the daemon so that their noses touched, and Kirjava purred and murmured something to him softly. Lyra watched in shock as the pine marten and the black cat shared a tender reunion. That meant Will had to be close by.
And then he came, his dark hair ruffled and a bit shaggy, his intense gaze switching calmly from the two daemons to Lyra. He was aged, but he was still Will. He paused, unsure of what to do or say.
Lyra met his gaze, her head reeling as they stared at each other, each unsure of how the other would respond if something was said. Finally, Lyra caved. Her blue eyes averted and fell to the ground, tears welling in them that threatened to over-flow.
And so finally, for the first time in a long time, Lyra cried. In moments Will was there, hugging her, holding her, whispering soft reassurances to her. They were broken; the two of them. But maybe, just maybe, they could be fixed.
Charlie ish a weirdo alright.