Current Mood: and now stricken with pangs
Current Location: here come loose the hounds to blow me down
Current Music: The Tain pts. I-V

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{bracketverse, short story} Chondrilla juncea

Chondrilla juncea

Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 4,337
Story / World: bracketverse
Challenge: Literature workshop prompt musa lisonjera.
Other: 270º, High Hawk Season, after and if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again and two weeks later than try to leave no traces.
Characters: Ciel Noline, the blue ghost, Cosma Noline, Tabot Funk, Iene (the xana), Luca Elton (the Invented), Madeleine Fetch
Notes: The amount of times this has been tweaked back and forth from Spanish and English is ridiculous. I think this version is the most-edited one. I think. Which means I’ll probably find some untranslated Spanish line edits, now. But at least you have the defining story for 270º now.
Later addendum: Guess who found some untranslated line edits. Yep. (They're in now.)

The summer will reveal itself
To those whose hearts are true
And to the faithless few
Rise if you’re sleeping, stay awake
We are young supernovas, and
The heat’s about to break.
– High Hawk Season, the Mountain Goats

( A gift and a piece of advice, Lord Aleph. )

{bracketverse, 31_days} when we arrive alive at last

Title: when we arrive alive at last
Rating: PG13 for dramatic irony
Wordcount: 8,325
Story / World: bracketverse
Challenge:

31_days: January 11 2012, fine line between love and alibis
Other: Spanning from around Plenipotentiary to after There Are Bodies On The Ceiling And They’re Fluttering Their Wings to a bit before Chondrilla juncea, spoiling appropriately.
Characters: Arianna Castor, David Smith, Isaac Corwin, Margaret Lowes, Tania Clark, the Miriam, Ciel Noline, Tulio Huitrón, Zeke Cartman, Zöe Cartman, Marc Taylor, Ariadne Shaw, Cosma Noline, January Salt, Theresa Kyle, Arcturus, Catherine Jones
Notes: Look! Ensemble! (Look! Omniscient... narration...)

who will be there to catch us in his jaws when we arrive alive at last?
i can't hear you in the dark, wish i knew where you'd gone
( Profession, vocation, and lifelong obligation, now. Maybe post is a better term, even with its associations of mail. )

Current Location: and there were barricades to keep us off the streets
Current Music: but the crowd kept pushing forward

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{bracketverse, 31_days} try to leave no traces

Title: try to leave no traces
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 309
Story / World: bracketverse
Challenge:

31_days: January 08 2012, I said ‘it is just me just say it to my face’
Other: During Chondrilla juncea.
Characters: Ciel Noline, the ghost (the ghost is a spoiler)
Notes: Because I cannot be trusted to name anything, this part of Angels of the Silences is called High Hawk Season. It’s just as well this is an AU, really.

half rising to a crouch, sinking back down to the floor
if you're walking, keep your head low; try to leave no traces when you go
( and if you don't understand there will be no hope at all )

Current Mood: vaguely despondent
Current Location: a slightly different couch than usual
Current Music: and you, or your memory

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{bracketverse, 31_days} the loss of a lonely man never makes much of a sound

Title: the loss of a lonely man never makes much of a sound
Rating: PG13 at most
Wordcount: 2,295
Story / World: bracketverse
Challenge:

31_days: January 05 2012, everything reminds me of my baby
Other: after (long after) January 01 (there is an ebbing and flowing stream), spoilers for There Are Bodies On The Ceiling And They’re Fluttering Their Wings
Characters: January Salt, Ciel Noline, Cosma Noline and Arcturus (mentioned)
Notes: January’s one of the few people both native to the Side and almost baseline human that I write here. Her outlook’s kind of interesting.

well what if i am never thrown that bone, and what if this tear in my side just pours and pours and pours?
i wonder if they've noticed that i’m not around; the loss of a lonely man never makes much of a sound
( As for the rest, she was so sure she had thrown it all away. Hadn't she? )

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{bracketverse, 31_days} no 'i don't know', no 'maybe so'

Title: no 'i don't know', no 'maybe so'
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 770
Story / World: bracketverse
Challenge:

31_days: January 03 2012, I've got the world in my headlights
Other: After and consistent with Plenipotentiary.
Characters: Ciel Noline with a Cosma cameo
Notes: Ciel Noline: little_details on legs.

so i’ve become the middleman, the grey areas are fine
the ‘i don’t know’, the ‘maybe so’, is the only real, is the only true, is the only real reply
( His mind flutters like a sparrow, or rather not quite like a sparrow )

Current Mood: bemused and apprehensive
Current Location: the hotel before the storm (also the calm then)
Current Music: the days are dark and my, how the night is deep

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{bracketverse, 31_days} there is an ebbing and flowing stream

Title: there is an ebbing and flowing stream
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 673
Story / World: bracketverse
Challenge:

31_days: January 01 2012, God save the snowman
Other: After and consistent with There Are Bodies On The Ceiling And They're Fluttering Their Wings.
Characters: January Salt, Ciel Noline
Notes: First thing I wrote in 2012, a dubious distinction at best but certainly one irrepeatable. Is that a word? That's not a word.

you must understand, my darling; there is an ebbing and flowing stream
though the days may get dark, the days get dark and my, how the night is deep
( Her beads are pink for having woken up in a good mood an eternity ago )