[Mage] 3 word fics

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ok so new to the 3 word fics but here are my first offerings from Rory and Allison
( Dawnie: Duty, friendship, outside )

( Dawnie: fight, power, wonder )

 

A flicker of light [Lost]

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Every time I close my eyes all I see is her, I see her mocking face, her sneering mouth but most of all I can hear that song.  That song begging me to go back, every bone in my body screams at me to do as the song commands.

 

When my eyes open I am huddled in the corner of my sparse little Hollow.  I am cold and shivering but I like it, Lady Winter reminds me that she is the one who gives me the strength to resist Her, she is the only one who will ever truly love me for who I am.

 

I look down at my chest, at the wound and it reminds me of what I have become, someone who likes pain, someone who likes suffering, someone just like Her.

 

I stand up but don’t move around, I don’t want to warm up, I don’t want Lady Winter to leave me…I’m afraid.

 

I close my eyes to try to focus and I see that face and hear that laugh again, but suddenly in amongst the laughter I hear another voice…It’s quiet but I can hear it…

 

"I know the darkness in me that calls to you, it’s the same darkness that others are attracted too and it’s a darkness I fight daily. I would like to help you fight yours"

 

I’m not as afraid anymore.

(Lost) Truth, passion, regret (3 words from suave_steve, for <u

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There is a light rain as we walk, the droplets in his fur glinting beautifully and distracting me from the mystery. Lorica says we're here for a picnic, but there's a strange catch in his voice like that's not really true. But he smiles, and his smile is real and wonderful, so I know the truth can't be something bad. It's just confusing.

He leads me up into the grounds - maybe I misread him. We're going towards the place we went on our last picnic together. And then we go through a hedge into a clearing.

He has me go through first, and it's breathtaking. There's a hole dug in the earth, and next to it is a willow sapling. And there's the food: to one side a blanket is spread out on the ground with a hamper of food next to it. So it is a picnic. I barely notice the bag of compost and trowel on the other side of the clearing, because all around the clearing, flowers have been carefully twined into branches. The edge of the water has been decorated with lilipads and lily flowers laid on them. It's magical, in a good way.

I look around, amazed, as he starts to take the food out for the picnic. He speaks. "I know it's not the right time to be planting trees, but I told the groundskeeper that we'd be sure to look after it, and it is a sheltered place, so it should be alright. I thought we could plant it together."

I don't quite understand this, but I suppose the thought is nice. I turn around to tell him so, and then stop.

Lorica is down on one knee, holding out a ring.

He takes a deep breath. I don't.

He speaks again, his voice resonant with passion. "Rosalba. Ever since I became free, you have been my unceasing companion, my friend, my support, my life. I pledge you my support, my love, and my devotion, if you will only do me the honour of agreeing to become my wife."

This time there is no regret, no hesitation as I accept with tears of joy.

We're going to be married.

Everything will be okay.

[Promethean] Sacrifice (potato, lamb, treacle from ksirafai)

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( Sacrifice - 850 words and somewhat rambling )