today's last post, promise!

[such_heights]

Via lots of people on my flist, a meme.

eta: all gone!

The first ten people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble (loose definition of term) for any pairing/OT3/OT4/character of their choosing.

1. gorgeousnerd: Merlin, Morgana/Morgause, a stormy morning
2. cherrybina: Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, a happy secret
3. makai: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, some fetishes weren't kept to himself
4. the_moonmoth: Star Trek, Kirk/Spock, a day in the life
5. virginia_bell: Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, revision
6. nny: Star Trek, something Scotty related
7. miarrow: Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, a steady hold
8. liseuse: SGA, John/Rodney, 'I swear this city wants your lovechild'
9. rosemaryandrue: Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, buttercups
10. woldy: Merlin, OT4, sleepiness & firelight

fandoms: Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Merlin, Stargate: Atlantis, Star Trek Reboot, Firefly, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, and I could also have a crack at LotS or Being Human, though I'm a little behind on both. Crossovers welcome. Throw me a character/ship and a prompt and I will see what I can do! Also, really, I'm going to make myself keep them under 500 words. I know what I'm like.

(Basically, I have looots of academic work to do this evening, and it would be lovely to take breaks where I continue to write words, thereby hopefully keeping the mojo going. It's this or continuing to spam your flist!)

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[such_heights]

daybreak, 200 words, PG


Morgana leaned against a wall, looking out to where what remained of the roof of this ruined castle fell away, leaving the rain to splash against the old, broken stones. A booming thunderclap rolled across the hills towards her, and she folded her arms in against herself.

"Don't like the storm?" asked a soft voice behind her.

Morgana turned to see Morgause, smiling kindly the way she always did.

Morgana laughed a little, not wishing to appear childish. "No, I'm just a little cold."

"I thought you might be," said Morgause, nodding at the woollen blanket in her hands.

She draped it around Morgana, the rough wool warm and comforting. It was a shiver of quite a different sort that ran through Morgana as Morgause's hands brushed over her bare shoulders and trailed down her arms, damp from the morning mist.

"Are you ready for your next lesson?" Morgause asked. She looked to the sky, her eyes flashing bright, and the clouds parted before her, sunlight tearing through the storm to light up the courtyard.

"Yes," said Morgana, a little breathless, and when Morgause took her hand, she felt magic in her touch, strength and connection that made Morgana's heart beat fast every time.

[gorgeousnerd]

Oh, so lovely. Thanks a bunch!