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Apr. 13th, 2012 10:46 pm[Started here.]
[Claire ponders this for all of a moment, before reaching over and pinching her.
Hard.]
[Claire ponders this for all of a moment, before reaching over and pinching her.
Hard.]
sans exceptions } { 35. pathos
Nov. 11th, 2011 01:56 am[Set in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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orsexyhippie and iwas_cassandra are used with permission and love. Leads into THIS.]
Being a mermaid was easy.
There was the cold comfort of immortality, the games of the sea, and such a feeling of freedom. Mermaids were nothing but games and fickle hearts, their attention held for as long as something was shiny and new. She could fall in love every day with a different man, drawn to her song, and watched as they crashed against the rocks when she was done with them. They were just toys, in the end. Things that were left for immortal things like her to play with and cast aside when she was done.
It was simply the way the world was.
That didn’t mean the world wasn’t prone to change however; or that the means of that change wasn’t going to be something she did all the time. She had just swam in close to the beach, propping herself on the rocks where she could feel the sun against her body when she heard a sound that she had heard before, but never this close to land. She picked herself up a bit, before rolling over onto her side to look for the source of the sound, and what she saw astonished her. It was a woman.
Claire hadn’t seen many human women. They don’t normally come on the ships, and the ones she had seen never quite looked like her. She had long dark hair, and when she laughed, Claire felt warm, and not just because she was lying in the sun. There was something about her that Claire wanted to know more about, but she wasn’t sure how to figure it out. She was still a mermaid after all. The world of the humans wasn’t a place that she could cross into, for more reasons than one. So for right now, she just continued to watch until the boy that was with the woman happened to spot her on the rock.
“Hey!”
She startled, before turning quickly and launching herself back into the water again. As the cold rush of water hit her skin, she fought the urge to look back and see what was happening in her wake. She just snunk further down into the water, attempting to distract herself with new shells and trying to push the sound of the woman’s laughter far from her mind.
( *** )
1157 words
musicplaying_on. orsexyhippie and iwas_cassandra are used with permission and love. Leads into THIS.]Being a mermaid was easy.
There was the cold comfort of immortality, the games of the sea, and such a feeling of freedom. Mermaids were nothing but games and fickle hearts, their attention held for as long as something was shiny and new. She could fall in love every day with a different man, drawn to her song, and watched as they crashed against the rocks when she was done with them. They were just toys, in the end. Things that were left for immortal things like her to play with and cast aside when she was done.
It was simply the way the world was.
That didn’t mean the world wasn’t prone to change however; or that the means of that change wasn’t going to be something she did all the time. She had just swam in close to the beach, propping herself on the rocks where she could feel the sun against her body when she heard a sound that she had heard before, but never this close to land. She picked herself up a bit, before rolling over onto her side to look for the source of the sound, and what she saw astonished her. It was a woman.
Claire hadn’t seen many human women. They don’t normally come on the ships, and the ones she had seen never quite looked like her. She had long dark hair, and when she laughed, Claire felt warm, and not just because she was lying in the sun. There was something about her that Claire wanted to know more about, but she wasn’t sure how to figure it out. She was still a mermaid after all. The world of the humans wasn’t a place that she could cross into, for more reasons than one. So for right now, she just continued to watch until the boy that was with the woman happened to spot her on the rock.
“Hey!”
She startled, before turning quickly and launching herself back into the water again. As the cold rush of water hit her skin, she fought the urge to look back and see what was happening in her wake. She just snunk further down into the water, attempting to distract herself with new shells and trying to push the sound of the woman’s laughter far from her mind.
( *** )
1157 words
[heroslayer is used with permission while Peter is an NPC because ... well, yeah.]
Peter Petrelli is dead.
Claire isn’t even sure when it happens, but it does.
One minute, he’s standing right there in front of her, and the next he’s gone, scattered into the tiniest of pieces across the room. His blood hangs in the air like a fine mist that catches in her mouth and weighs heavy and coppery against his tongue. She can’t even make a sound when it happens because it’s all too fast. There’s no warning she can issue, nothing she can say. It’s just—over.
Odessa is where it began and Odessa is where it ends.
Peter is dead.
In one fraction of a second, her family is gone.
( *** )
1551 words
heroslayer is used with permission while Peter is an NPC because ... well, yeah.]Peter Petrelli is dead.
Claire isn’t even sure when it happens, but it does.
One minute, he’s standing right there in front of her, and the next he’s gone, scattered into the tiniest of pieces across the room. His blood hangs in the air like a fine mist that catches in her mouth and weighs heavy and coppery against his tongue. She can’t even make a sound when it happens because it’s all too fast. There’s no warning she can issue, nothing she can say. It’s just—over.
Odessa is where it began and Odessa is where it ends.
Peter is dead.
In one fraction of a second, her family is gone.
( *** )
1551 words
sunday reveries } { picture prompt
Jan. 30th, 2011 11:33 pm[Set in a_brokenvessel. Just a new voice with Claire that’s a little different from canon so I can test her out.]
Prompt
Her ability was meant to be kept a secret.
She’d had it for as long as she could remember. She was a clumsy kid, and when someone could take a fall that would break a normal kids arm and play t-ball a few hours later, it was obvious that something was up. It was something she had always had, something that had always been a part of her, ever since her birth mother died in that fire all those years ago. She didn’t know how to live without it. Problem was, the Bennets didn’t exactly know what to do with it either. Noah was cautious, thought she should be protected. He had been tailing the demon that killed her mother, but got there too late, only to find a baby in the ashes left behind. They took her in, raised her, and kept her safe. But eventually Claire had to stop being protected and start protecting herself.
Claire never wanted to be a hunter. It was a necessary evil of her world, and unlike her ability, she had more of a choice. She could choose whether or not to hunt, whether or not to know a case when she saw it, whether or not to go after the bad thing that happened to be in her vicinity. She tried going off to school, to seek out that normal life, but no matter where she went, what she did, it always came back to bite her—usually in the worst way possible.
Today happened to be one of those times.
She had been on a date. It was a nice date with a nice boy who had been hanging around the roadhouse lately, and while he wasn’t part of the in-crowd, he was sweet. Claire really liked sweet. She managed to talk him into a coffee house the next town over. With the Winchesters coming in to town, everything had turned into an upheaval. This was some kind of pow-wow, and Claire didn’t want any part of it. Even if it was the end of the world, and they needed all hands on deck, Claire wanted to run as far away from it as possible. This wasn’t her fight. Which is why she was having coffee with Jamie in Douro as oppose to Odessa. If she hadn’t, maybe she wouldn’t have seen him.
( *** )
1147 words
a_brokenvessel. Just a new voice with Claire that’s a little different from canon so I can test her out.]Prompt
Her ability was meant to be kept a secret.
She’d had it for as long as she could remember. She was a clumsy kid, and when someone could take a fall that would break a normal kids arm and play t-ball a few hours later, it was obvious that something was up. It was something she had always had, something that had always been a part of her, ever since her birth mother died in that fire all those years ago. She didn’t know how to live without it. Problem was, the Bennets didn’t exactly know what to do with it either. Noah was cautious, thought she should be protected. He had been tailing the demon that killed her mother, but got there too late, only to find a baby in the ashes left behind. They took her in, raised her, and kept her safe. But eventually Claire had to stop being protected and start protecting herself.
Claire never wanted to be a hunter. It was a necessary evil of her world, and unlike her ability, she had more of a choice. She could choose whether or not to hunt, whether or not to know a case when she saw it, whether or not to go after the bad thing that happened to be in her vicinity. She tried going off to school, to seek out that normal life, but no matter where she went, what she did, it always came back to bite her—usually in the worst way possible.
Today happened to be one of those times.
She had been on a date. It was a nice date with a nice boy who had been hanging around the roadhouse lately, and while he wasn’t part of the in-crowd, he was sweet. Claire really liked sweet. She managed to talk him into a coffee house the next town over. With the Winchesters coming in to town, everything had turned into an upheaval. This was some kind of pow-wow, and Claire didn’t want any part of it. Even if it was the end of the world, and they needed all hands on deck, Claire wanted to run as far away from it as possible. This wasn’t her fight. Which is why she was having coffee with Jamie in Douro as oppose to Odessa. If she hadn’t, maybe she wouldn’t have seen him.
( *** )
1147 words
