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2 December 2011 | 08:23
posted by: byslantedlight in the_safehouse

I've been wanting to post all week and not managing it for one reason and another. Work was actually quite busy yesterday, and Second Job was even more busy (which was good, but does take away from t'interneting time, and of course it's when I'm busy with other things and can't that I most want to post and write and all... But I turned on my computer this morning and my flist is all about December - yeay! And Discovered in a Christmas Tree is off to a fab start, and I'm almost starting to feel quite Christmas-y! I reckon just a bit more might tip me over the edge, so I was wondering...

Would anyone like to give me a one-word, December-ish/Christmas-ish/Winter-ish prompt, and I'll have a go at writing some Pros-y drabbles today? My ability to write seems to have leaked out somewhere between here and Australia and back again, but maybe just a bit of a push and a bit of inspiration and it'll be mine again...? Help?

And I was going to post this at my own lj, but... maybe if I post it to the_safehouse then other people might like to join in and write some December-ish/Christmas-ish/Winter-ish drabbles as well...? We could all be prompted - and it's Friday, after all... *g*

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byslantedlight

A Frostry Night

from: byslantedlight
date: 2 December 2011 09:36 (UTC)
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Hello, and yeay! *g* It's like that here too, I wish I could go out in it instead of just looking out over houses... though I get the sky, too! Okay, let's see what I can do...

A Frostry Night*
by Slantedlight

It was sharp-cold in the field, and jagged of edge. Pricks of frost glinted and crunched when Bodie moved, though they couldn’t move far, not when they were on obs.

Watching, always watching.

A still cold, then, holding its breath, waiting for the sun to launch into the sky and blaze ever more fiercely, for the frost to melt and the day to begin.

Before him the horizon slowly washed silver, shone copper and bronze.

Beside him, Doyle shifted slowly, lifted his head. “I’m sorry,” he said.

At last.

Frost crunched as Bodie moved, and the sun began to shine.


* Title unashamedly pinched from the Robert Graves' poem, though I didn't wander off in the same direction after all...
Well, it's a start, I guess... thank you! *g*

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The new Salopian

Re: A Frostry Night

from: constant_muse
date: 2 December 2011 12:27 (UTC)
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ooh thank you!

silver, shone copper and bronze. I love these colours, with their metallic cold.

and the screencap (bonus!) is perfect for the drabble, that does look like a frosty morning, and maybe Doyle's "I'm sorry" is about Ann, but maybe something else entirely.

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byslantedlight

Re: A Frostry Night

from: byslantedlight
date: 2 December 2011 21:40 (UTC)
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Yeay, I'm glad it worked for you... *g*

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HutchyNStarsk

Re: A Frostry Night

from: hutchynstarsk
date: 2 December 2011 19:35 (UTC)
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Very clever idea! :D
I love how frost refers both to the weather and Doyle. :)

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byslantedlight

Re: A Frostry Night

from: byslantedlight
date: 2 December 2011 21:41 (UTC)
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Thank you! *g*

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sc_fossil

Re: A Frostry Night

from: sc_fossil
date: 3 December 2011 22:17 (UTC)
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Poor Bodie. He's got frost from more than one place. I'm glad it worked out!

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