stuff wot i wrote instead of the stuff i was supposed to write.

i suppose anyone who was interested read it already, but for firefly100 - blankets. river, simon.

and open_on_sunday this week is tori amos song titles, so -
northern lad - giles/oz.
(and)
icicle - tara.

minas tirith drabble

untitled for monkeycrackmary's minas tirith drabble challenge. it's more effective in context.

She imagines the scent of the flowers around her, sickly sweet. Petals crushed as the soldiers ride out, a funeral procession where no men need carry the bodies. Wives and mothers, sweethearts and children, withered and wounded all watch with her. They murmur of their loss and of hers, such a new bride to be left alone. She has a mad desire to laugh at them all, the solemn old women. They know nothing.

Her blood came this morning, a great gift. A gift overshadowed only by his heavy form riding away.

She hopes now that he does not return.