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27 June 2014 @ 10:28 pm
you're so pretty in the city where you're nothing to anyone  
Give me an interesting word, a canon, and (if you like) a character. I'll write you a ficlet.

(I guarantee to fill the first five prompts, after that I will still do my best but historically I fail a lot.)

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Frith: Neal+Peter 1frith_in_thorns on June 27th, 2014 09:39 pm (UTC)
You lose points for using a word of only moderate interest :P
Sholio: WhiteCollar-Neal hand on Peter's shouldesholio on June 27th, 2014 09:45 pm (UTC)
OKAY FINE YOU ASKED FOR IT. XD

White Collar, coelacanth
Frith: Butter bugsfrith_in_thorns on June 27th, 2014 09:46 pm (UTC)
Much better :D
pipiljpipilj on June 28th, 2014 11:30 am (UTC)
Bravo this was fantastic.
Frith: Neal+Peter 1frith_in_thorns on June 30th, 2014 09:29 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you! :)
Frith: Neal 1frith_in_thorns on June 27th, 2014 11:50 pm (UTC)
It was cold underground. He had been grateful at first that at least it wasn't also damp, but quickly changed his mind as the dust he was inhaling left his throat parched. The crumbling bricks which were the walls and the packed earth that formed the floor were dry as a bone. Dry as his bones would be by the time anyone found him.

He wanted to stay hopeful. But he had shouted his throat raw and scraped his hands until they bled trying to climb the brickwork, and there was no way out. Nor was there the least bit of light to help him.

It provided him with some small morbid amusement to imagine archaeologists uncovering him some time in the far future. He would certainly be all bones by then; maybe even a fossil. They would study him and speculate on how he had ended up thrown into a pit which was then sealed above him.

He wondered how long it had been. It already felt like years had passed.

"Peter won't give up," he said, aloud, trying to con his ears into thinking that someone else had been the one to speak. It was easier to believe that way.
Sholio: WhiteCollar-Hard Sell Peter Nealsholio on June 28th, 2014 12:09 am (UTC)
NEAL.

BABY.

PETER WILL FIND YOU! HANG ON!

;______;

(Your ability to wring angst out of the most dubious of prompts is second to none, ma'am. *bows*)
robingal1: Internet loverobingal1 on June 28th, 2014 02:26 am (UTC)
"Your ability to wring angst out of the most
dubious of prompts is second to none, ma'am.". <-- perfect summation; you ARE fabulous!

Frith: Neal+Peter 1frith_in_thorns on June 30th, 2014 09:17 pm (UTC)
Awww, thank you! I am delighted by the compliment :D
Frith: Neal 2frith_in_thorns on June 30th, 2014 09:18 pm (UTC)
♥ Peter will DEFINITELY find him. YAY ANGST!
leesa_perrie: Neal Emotionleesa_perrie on July 1st, 2014 11:14 am (UTC)
Oh, poor Neal!! Peter will find you, he always does!!

So angsty, so totally and utterly wonderful! :)