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26 January 2009 @ 09:31 pm


This gave me a thought to a story idea I thought up in Ethics.

Rosalie + Adelaide are sisters. (Twins?) More importantly witches. One of them gets visions of the future where the witch hunts have started again. They have to do things differently this time, and prevent the witch hunt from happening.
 
 
02 December 2008 @ 05:20 pm
Oppressive. Threatening. Foreboding.

It's a lonely boy. A seventy-two page chapter printout. A whisper of a scratching pen.

It's the evaporated tears our souls weep. It's the shadow of a long past passion. It's the graveyard where we buried our interest.

It's the ghost of a good natured joke. The corpses of familiarity. The anticipation that has long ago turned to dust.

A smile once greeted the threshold now it's a shudder. Where once existed a joyfulness, now lives only emptiness. She gave orders now all smiles have stopped.

It's a cold and it's a broken heart into which resentment and hatred have sunk. It's the best of day ruined; rain on your wedding day. It's befriending enemies in the face of a common villain.

It's hatred in it's purest form. It's a warm laughing heart iced over. It's a smirk that breaks a spirit.

It's not the turning of pages with an eagerness to finish the story, it's the unbearable monotony of paper being turned in unison to the beat of a voice that bores into your head.

It's a sarcastic quip carried on a pair of shoulders, their very own cross to bear.

It's a paralysingly depressing thought, the knowledge of it's imminence.

It's the urge to break the rules engrained on your character.

It's the end of a dream, a hope, an ambition.

IT's the cold realisation that all the lights have been snuffed out.

It's a lesson. It's torture. It's a refuge turned to a nightmare.

It's silence.




And it's our reality.
 
 
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29 November 2008 @ 08:11 pm
Starcrossed lovers. They had grown up together, finding hidden places, sharing secret thoughts. They knew each other, what made them laugh, made them cry. Considered inseparable, if only it had been true. They had been the children of allies but they became the friends torn apart by warring families.

For years they were kept apart. He courted and she, too valuable a commodity, was kept in seclusion to keep from being tainted. Neither ever forgot the other however much their families had attempted to persuade them to do so. Her heart was his as his was hers.

Then after a decade of seemingly endless fighting, his father died. Though his grief caused him great pain, the young man saw at last the fog clear and his path open in front of him.

He flew the white flag of truce from every garrison, calling a meeting between the warring sides. At first, her family were suspicious but at length, they agreed to meet in a tavern considered neutral.

He presented his case; it had not been his war, but his father's and now that he had sadly passed he wanted nothing more to do with it. The man before him pondered his comment unsure about trusting him. But he had an open face that betrayed no falsehood. The lord of the opposition asked what would happen if his people kept fighting. The young lord merely shrugged and told him he would be fighting the forest and the weather for his army were going home that eve. The winter was coming in and he wasn't going to risk his men by making them last out the snow. In a week the passes would be closed and retreat impossible.

The old lord went away for a time to think upon the young lord's words. The offer seemed to have come from an unwillingness to fight but the more he thought about the less likely that became. Reports came flooding in of his men's defeats. There was snow falling on the mountains behind him whereas their enemy was camped on the flatlands where snowfall wouldn't hinder transport of food, clothing and reinforcements for weeks yet. . . The enemy could win and soon, yet they were offering a truce. Why?

It was the question he asked at their next meeting; What was in it for him? The young lord shrugged and simply said;

"Once our families were great allies, I grew up with your children, we were strong and it was a happier time. In memory of that, I offer you this truce in hope we might one day, call each other friend again."

The other lord listened to his words, his face blank, giving away no sign of what he was thinking. At the finish he nodded and stood, his hand extended.

"We are of an accord."

The young lord went to take his hand then faltered. He asked how he could be sure the truce would stick, he reasoned that he did not want to lead his men home only to bring them back again.

The other lord hesitated as though gazing how much of a threat he would be in the spring but must've decided against it as he offered a solution favourable to both; his daughter. A beauty, he assured the young lord, sweet and good. The young lord pretended to ponder this before nodding his head.

The Treaty of Crest Hill was sealed with a handshake.

A week later, just before the snow completely shut off the pass, a procession arrived at the border of the lands. The speed with which it had arrived betrayed how eager her father was for the pact to be sealed which prominent figures noted. But not the young lord. He saw none of those subtleties, for him, the carriage had taken a lifetime to come and now that it was arrived his mind found itself agreeably obsessed with seeing the girl inside.

But decorum prevented him here with the old tradition of the bride and groom not meeting til the wedding which was not set until the spring. At night he tossed and turned. His skin itched with knowledge that she was so near to him and yet he could not hold her. His heart would race when he thought he heard her voice, so musical and filled with good humour. It was like a lullaby to him, one he would happily listen to for eternity.

They travelled together to his castle where they would weather the winter. The castle had been divided for him and her to ensure neither saw the other before the wedding and they were kept under close watch to ensure the rules were stuck to.

But the chaperonage was unnecessary. Both wore too anxious about the wedding going ahead that they dazed to jeopardise it. What wore a few moments together if they had to spend the rest of time apart? Nothing, as they had already learnt.

Too slowly for either, the snows melted and the blossom on the leaves began to grow. The grass poked its sleepy heads out from under their thick snowy blanket. The ice melted and the streams ran with as much vigor as ever and just as the tiny woodland creatures were waking from their slumber, the carriages were prepared, the church bells rang and banquets were made for there was a wedding to celebrate.

His breath was stuttered. Her hands were shaky. His heart was pounding. Her mouth was dry. It was not from fear but anticipation, excitement and a feeling of finally. After ten years, the best friends were to be reunited. When they had been torn apart, they had been too young and naive to know and talk of love. It was many years later that, in hind sight, they discovered what they had always known somewhere; that they loved each other.

They were to be married by the sacred marble fountain of the water goddess of fertility, marriage and childbirth. A beautiful canopy had been crafted for the couple to stand under for the blessing. He paced around it, like a cat prowling. He'd been up since dawn, unable to sleep and too restless to stay in the confines of the castle. He had ridden, giving his horse his head, not paying attention to where he was going. When his horse finally stopped, he looked up and found himself there. It had been hours ago. Hours since he'd memorised the ornate carvings, smelt each individual flower and counted the sacred tokens that littered the fountain bed.

At length, the sun rose to it's zenith and he decided it was time to get back. Greeted at the castle by something allegedly ordered and yet looked to him suspiciously like chaos. He was ushered straight into his chambers where valets were waiting to dress him. He sighed and resigned himself to all the pomp that status and circumstance dictated he must endure.

Just as the morning had dragged, the afternoon blurred past. Before he knew it, he was being taken to his saddled, groomed and decorated house.

The fountain shone with the reflections of the hundred and one candles floating on the surface. As he stared at the flickering lights, his heart swelled, he had known happiness before, but all previous smiles dimmed in comparison to the elation he felt knowing that soon, he would be reunited with his love.

The music started, the guests parted and from their midst emerged the most beautiful vision he'd ever seen. It was a picture he would cherish to his death:

Pure white silk covered her body perfectly, her long hair, colours of spun gold, cascades and ripples down her back. She was an angel. An angel with the impish eyes, gleaming smile and laugh like wind chimes that he remembered.

The priest could've been reciting the tale of the Golden Ass for all that he took in the service, his eyes glued to those of his best friend. Memorising her all over again.

They repeated their words by rote not trusting themselves to say anything else. Her hand was tiny in his as they slipped rings of promise onto one another's fingers. Tears of joy filled her eyes and his heart stuttered.

Finally the priest announced what had been true since she had pushed him into the river that time he mocked her dress, so long ago; they belonged to one another.

With a sense of destiny fulfilled, their lips moved together. It was everything that was romance, passion and love in one simple sweet kiss. It was everything that was perfection.
 
 
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26 November 2008 @ 07:47 pm
1. Kiss
2. Forgiveness
3. Soft
4. Are you there?
5. Loneliness
6. Working
7. Dancing
8. Abandoned
9. A Misunderstanding
10. Vacation
11. Hug
12. Smile
13. Tears
14. Rain
15. Sunshine
16. Winter
17. Innocence
18. So Far Away
19. Silence
20. Stars
21. In the Moonlight
22. Tickle
23. Sweet Dreams
24. Blue
25. Honorable
26. Walls
27. Happiness
28. Sensual
29. Food
30. Over the Rainbow
31. Take Your Time
32. Sugar & Spice
33. Holiday
34. Beginner's Luck
35. Forgotten
36. Misery Loves Company
37. Comfort
38. Candy
39. Present
40. Hold My Hand
41. Spiritual
42. Starving
43. Joy
44. Heaven
45. 13 Flavors
46. Silk
47. Keeping a Secret
48. Open Doors
49. Lace
50. Forever and a Day
 
 
26 November 2008 @ 06:32 pm
A heartbeat, a steady inauspicious rhythm. And yet, it's everything. Without it, we have nothing, and we are in trouble if we lose the beat. But what of when it is fully functioning? Does having a good drummer guarantee a band's success? A skipped beat in a song can be ignored but in your heartbeat, often goes hand in hand with breath being stolen. A quickened pulse can mean pain, but also intense happiness.
The heartbeat, an incredible thing, a change in rhythm, a change in time, can mean so many things. But there is nothing as painful as an unchanged heart when the one next to you is racing.
 
 
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26 November 2008 @ 06:28 pm
The ink smudges on the page. A blotch. A blemish on an otherwise perfect piece. It describes truth; beauty; honour; virtue; love. In perfect detail as though the pen had first hand experience of each in it's purest form.
A dream. An idea so fragile that all it would take is a crease in the paper or an ink blot to destroy it before it had time to lose it's pin feathers. The purity is tarnished, the spell is broken, the illusion is lost. And in it's place;
Humanity.
 
 
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25 November 2008 @ 07:02 pm
It starts with a note. Enchanting. Enthralling. Indescribably beautiful.
Nothing more than the tantalising beginnings of a breathtaking melody.
And yet, everything.
A single voice raised in salutation.
One haunting tune.
The start of something great but as suddenly as it begins it finishes.
Forgotten as though nothing.
But for that moment, it was everything.
 
 
19 September 2008 @ 05:36 pm

Author's Chapter Notes:
Author: Sonny-Lei (that's me)
Who: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Rating: No Porn here old chum, of course, you'll be lucky to find any plot either... It's PG really, some inuendo...
Summary: Jared comes looking for Jensen after he hadn't turned up to work.
Disclaimer: My beta is on holiday so this has not been read over yet... oh wait you mean the other type of disclaimer ^.^ Yeah, neither Jared or Jensen are mine, a girl can dream though can't she?
He couldn't deal with this.

He just couldn't deal with this.

The last thing he needed right now was for it to be Jared standing at the door, waiting to come in.

Oh, sure, he'd maybe missed a day of filming.

But that really wasn't important enough to warrant Jared Padalecki coming to check up on him.

Jensen cursed.

Last night... well, he couldn't deny, even to himself, that he had woken up and the name on his lips had been...

He had to shake these thoughts if he was going to make this meeting normal.

If he was going to be able to make Jared bloody Padalecki believe his excuses about being fine.

With a deep breath, he opened the door.

There he was, the light from the actor's aparment windows highlighting his ruffled brown hair, he must've just gotten off set, Jensen realised. Sighing inwardly, the older Texan let his best friend into the apartment, without even speaking.

Jared walked in, just far enough to be polite, but not far enough to make this social.

"You can't just not turn up and not say anything, to anyone. We're on a tight schedule." Jared barely gave Jensen a chance to close the door before he snapped.

"Don't you think you're taking this a little too far? I mean, I didn't turn up for one day! And I phoned Eric and told him I couldn't come in." Jensen wasn't used to being confused. So when his best friend had walked into his home and started to yell at him, it was unnerving for him to be unsure of the reason why, especially as he was determined that it wasn't the one he was offering.

"Taking it too far?!" Jared's brows raised so far, Jensen was vaguely concerned that he might pull something. "You don't come to work and you don't say anything to anyone! To me! And I'm taking it too far? Being concerned that you might have overworked yourself again..." Ah, that was it, Mother Hen Padalecki was in.

"Well I hadn't, I just needed to take some extra rest." Jensen delibrately avoided Jared's eyes, it had been easy to forget the dream, and the real reason that he hadn't turned up earlier, when Jared was yelling, but now, back with the classic Jared look of concern in his eyes again, Jensen's treachorous mind was beginning to betray him again.

"We could've been co-workers and I might've believed that, hell we could've just been friends for a few years and that might still hold up, but we're Jared and Jensen and that lie will just not pass. So why don't we try again?" The brunet was now standing over him, his hazel eyes boring into Jensen's skull, as if he stared long enough, he might develop the ability to read his thoughts.

Jensen tried to reply, he honestly did, but he couldn't find the words to say.

Jared put his hand on his shoulder.

That was too much.

He knew he was running away, but he couldn't help it. His mind kept taking him back to that dream, he had woken up from it, eventually, after scenes that normally he would've welcomed with, well, not quite open arms but he would've enjoyed, only the person opposite him this time, was someone... unexpected.

Or maybe not even that unexpected, he couldn't tell anymore.

That's why he needed Jared to stop looking for the truth.

At least until he knew what the truth was.

"Don't walk away from me, Jensen." Jared's voice was stern. "If you're angry with me, I have a right to know."

That was it. As if Jensen didn't have enough problems without his best friend thinking that he was angry with him.

He turned sharply, and collided with Jared's rock hard abs. When had he moved so close?

Not that it mattered at the moment, he was too angry. It was with fury that his own piercing eyes caught Jared's.

Once more, he had no words to explain his fury, at least not eloquent words. "How could you think that? After everything? I can't believe you would think that. Fuck Jared!"

"Then what?" Jared demanded.

The taller man bent his head a bit lower.

That was all the invitation he needed.

In a movement he had pulled Jared's surprised mouth crashing onto his.

The fireworks that exploded inside Jensen were far more impressive than any Indepence Day celebration. He didn't care that he had probably ruined his one meaningful friendship. In that one moment, it was worth it. His arm held Jared's head in place so that he couldn't break this moment, one which he had wanted long before he'd dreamed about it.

Finally he broke from their heated kiss.

"You were going to walk out on me no matter what I did, I thought you might as well have all the facts." He whispered, voice husky from passion.

"I don't think my legs would carry me even if I wanted to leave." Jared answered back.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"Think I'll see you at work today?" Jared whispered sleepily to Jensen.

"If this is the reaction I get for truenting, I think there's little chance." Was the only reply.

They lay in Jensen's substantial bed, Jared's hand running over his friend's carefully sculpted abs while Jensen mused, pleased with himself,

The reality was definitely better than the dreams.
 
 
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: Silver Lining - Rilo Kiley
 
 
19 September 2008 @ 05:28 pm
Author: Sonny-Lei (that's me)
Who: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Rating: No Porn here old chum, of course, you'll be lucky to find any plot either... It's PG really, some inuendo...
Summary: Jared comes looking for Jensen after he hadn't turned up to work.
Disclaimer: My beta is on holiday so this has not been read over yet... oh wait you mean the other type of disclaimer ^.^ Yeah, neither Jared or Jensen are mine, a girl can dream though can't she?


Generally speaking, Jared wasn't one to panic.

Or be generally worrisome.

But there was just something about Jensen that brought that out in him.

He had a vague feeling that it was because Jensen was notorios for running himself into the ground.

In the beginning their relationship was built on their similarities.

Then they became comfortable enough to acknowledge one another's diferences.

Their differences, yeah, like the obvious one where Jared knew when to stop, when he was too worn down to keep on going whereas Jensen, he stubbronly refused to accept that he was only human.

That was why Jared was worried.

He knew he was probably over reacting by going over to his flat, and if it was anyone else, he probably would be. But this was Jensen, and Jensen needed someone to look out for him.

That's how he ended up in front of his door, yelling for a reluctant Jensen to open up.

He shouldn't have missed work if he hand't wanted Jared to come round for a reason.

From inside he heard Jensen curse. He frowned.

Even when ill Jensen never took this long to open the door.

Jared worry was growing.

Finally the door opened enough to admit him.

He breezed straight past the ragged looking Jensen. He stopped just far enough to be polite, but he couldn't go any further, he was too wracked to be social. He just needed to see that he was fine.

Jensen turned and watched him stop. His brown hair was sticking at all angles. His eyes were focused and as far as Jared could tell, not riddled with bloodshot lines. His mouth was set firmly, his shoulders squared. He wasn't balancing at any odd angle to indicate pain in either of his legs. Inwardly, Jared felt his knees grow weak as relief flooded through him; he wasn't hurt.

Relief was quickly replaced by anger. If he wasn't hurt, who was he to make Jared worry?

"You can't just not turn up and not say anything, to anyone. We're on a tight schedule." Yeah, go on the offensive, that'll make him open up! Jared cursed himself and his slip. Bad start Padalecki

Jared noted the change in Jensen's demeanour, the sliver of confusion in his eyes. "Don't you think you're taking this a little too far? I mean, I didn't turn up for one day! And I phoned Eric and told him I couldn't come in." Jensen hated being made to feel stupid. Crap, this was not going as Jared had planned... Or maybe it would be going better if Jared had planned what to do.

"Taking it too far?!" Ok, so yeah, maybe he was, but had he been scared for a good reason? It was Jensen. He was reason enough. "You don't come to work and you don't say anything to anyone! To me! And I'm taking it too far? Being concerned that you might have overworked yourself again..." From the look on Jensen's face, that one that told him that he thought Jared was just playing Over-Protective Nanny again, Jared realised he shouldn't have let so much slip.

"Well I hadn't, I just needed to take some extra rest." Jensen was looking at the floor as though it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world. Jared narrowed his eyes. That was possibly the weakest excuse his friend had ever come up with and he was going to tell him so.

"We could've been co-workers and I might've believed that, hell we could've just been friends for a few years and that might still hold up, but we're Jared and Jensen and that lie will just not pass. So why don't we try again?" He moved closer to him, pushing aside his anger and just trying to be there.

Jensen made a strangled noise.

Jared put a hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him, to make it easier to explain what had happened.

The familiar jolts of electricity that Jared felt everytime he was close to Jensen ran up his arm. He used to be able to blame adrenaline or alcohol. But then it had happened when they had just been talking, not fooling around or drinking and Jared couldn't deny it anymore. He knew his feelings for Jensen were greater than the ones of friendship that he hid so effectively behind.

Suddenly Jensen pulled away and stalked out of Jared's grasp. His friend frowned, that wasn't right. Jensen had never, never balked when Jared had touched him. Something was wrong, it may not be physical, but something was wrong.

"Don't walk away from me, Jensen." He tried to hide the pleading note. Jensen needed him now and he couldn't think about his own need for the physical contact, but it was hard. In his anxiousness to hide his own weakness, his voice came out a little too stern. "If you're angry with me, I have a right to know." Whoa, now there was a leap, he hadn't sensed anger from him, but it didn't mean that there wasn't some hidden under the surface, he was a bloody good actor. That was the last time Jensen had pulled away from Jared, when he'd been angry at him.

He stepped forward, trying to cover up what he'd said as he saw Jensen's shoulders tense.

"How could you think that? After everything? I can't believe you would think that. Fuck Jared!" Jared tried to remember the last time that his friend's green eyes had looked that angry, that betrayed.

"Then what?" the blond demanded. He was getting tired of Jensen's games, why could he just tell him what was wrong?

That was when the wierd look came over Jensen's perfect face. A mixture of lust and anger that Jared had seen so many times in his mind.

Unconsciously, Jared bent his head a little lower, he could count each of Jensen's long dark eyelashes, each freckle, he could...

Taste Jensen, smell him, his strong arm holding his head and neck in place. Jensen was an even better kisser than Jared had heard, than he had thought.

He prayed that it would never end.

That prayer went unanswered.

Jensen broke it and looked up, his green eyes black from lust that Jared hoped he wasn't dreaming of.

"You were going to walk out on me no matter what I did, I thought you might as well have all the facts." Was all the other man could say, Jared wanted to tell him that he would never leave him, never walk out, but he couldn't. At least, not yet. His own voice sounded strangled and forced, "I don't think my legs would carry me even if I wanted to leave."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"Think I'll see you at training today?" Jared whispered sleepily to Jensen.

"If this is the reaction I get for truenting, I think there's little chance." Was the only reply.

They lay in Jensen's substantial bed, Jared's hand running over his friend's carefully sculpted abs while he thanked God, sure his prayer earlier had gone unfulfilled, but all the others Jared had ever wanted for the two of them had become very very very true. That's was all he could ask.
 
 
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Current Music: I Never - Rilo Kiley
 
 
10 August 2008 @ 01:08 am
Author: sonny_lei
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, but it's on my to do list.
Pairing: Dick/Tim Nightwing/Robin III
Author's Note: This is just something that came into my mind while listening to Twisted - Carrie Underwood.
Dedication: For alex_fangirl my amazing Beta who loves this pairing more than is sense

Twisted Series

Act Six - The Bat


- - - Even it's just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit twisted
Yeah
It's twisted
Yeah - - -

Bruce raised his eyebrow.

He wasn't surprised.

But still . . . it was all just that bit, surreal.

Dick and Tim.

Tim and Dick.

Not unforseen.

But imagining a possible probabilty and seeing it were two entirely different things.

They had always been close.

If he could've tilted his head in his cowl, he might have considered using the motion.

They seemed happy.

In truth, they seemed elated.

Dick especially, and he seemed surprised by that fact.

Dick was his son in all the ways that meant anything, and Tim. . . Tim was family just as much.

He nodded his head once, briefly.

Then he turned his back on them and called into his communicator to Oracle.

"I can handle this on my own. Let them be."
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