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Round One: Multi-Fandom
Eliza (red)
aaronlisa wrote in drabbletree
Welcome to the first round of drabbletree. This round will be multi-fandom, meaning that authors can write for any fandom that they wish. Round One will last for a week, which means it will end at 9:30PM PST on Monday August 17th. Please be sure to visit the rules before participating.

The theme for Round One will be endings as suggested by afteriwake. Each drabble written for this round should incorporate this theme. As well, each participant must leave a prompt of some sort at the end of their drabble. This prompt should be non-fandom specific, however it can relate to the theme, it can be a lyric, a song title, a colour or a word.

When commenting, please include the fandom, pairing, rating and prompt that you are replying to in the subject line.

If you have any questions, please refer to the Round One question post.



Angel; Cordelia (implied Cordelia/Angel); FR13

Leaving Sunnydale had been hard, but leaving Los Angeles had been even harder for Cordelia Chase. When she had been younger, she couldn’t wait to leave Sunnydale and become a famous actress. Los Angeles had always been the place where she thought that she would escape and become the person she had always dreamt she’d be. Cordelia had certainly escaped from Sunnydale but instead of becoming an actress she started dreaming new dreams. Her dreams now included saving people, kissing Angel, and being someone who wasn’t a vapid and vain little girl who thought that the world should revolve around her. Saying goodbye to Angel after setting him on the right track was harder than she had imagined it would and it tore her heart to pieces. She knew that he still needed her and that she still needed him but in the end it wasn’t meant to be.

Prompt: cinnamon


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Heroes, Peter Petrelli, PG - Irish whiskey

He never was a whiskey man before Ireland, but afterward he found that he sort of liked it. There was this nice subtle burn to it that went down smooth and easy. He didn't drink it often, mostly when either he was hoping to feel nothing at all or when he felt there was something to celebrate, and those occasions, especially as of late, didn't come up all that often.

Now -- he wasn't quite sure which occasion this was.

This was the start of a new chapter. A chance for them to rebuild and start fresh again, to try and help people like them. To have a world where people with abilities could walk down the street and not worry about being kidnapped or killed or attacked for a thing they couldn't control and this time around, they thought they could do it. Peter was astounded by the way history repeated itself, but this time, everyone seemed confident that they could learn from their mistakes.

Sylar was gone. The companies were gone and the violent government witch hunt was over. Peter's family was together again, and he felt that he should be happier than he was, but there was something about this whole situation that made Peter think that he had lost something -- irreplaceable. And for that, he could celebrate completely.

He picked up the glass, swallowed the burn, and decided, for once, that even though he was celebrating, this was an occasion for feeling nothing at all as well.

Prompt: through the years

Cliff Angell, CSI: NY, PG - through the years

He'd been so proud of his little girl. Was up until the very day she was murdered. She had been a tomboy growing up, getting into softball and spending her time with her friends playing pick-up games in the street. When she'd gotten older the more feminine side had come out, and with it came his protective instincts and those of her brothers.

But when it had come to Don Flack, Jr. he'd known he would take care of his little girl. He hadn't worried in the slightest when she talked about how serious things were getting between them. It was like she was reliving the best moments of all the high school and college relationships she'd had, and he'd never been happier than to see her floating on cloud nine.

He should have known it was too good to last, though, and when she died he'd been happy that Flack had been there in as many of her last moments as the doctors would allow. He was a good man...his daughter had chosen well. And over the years, he'd learned to trust her judgement.

Prompt: boom

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