Writing Meme from [livejournal.com profile] ursa_mater

May. 15th, 2008 08:22 pm
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Those of you who know me, know that I am the mun / writer for [livejournal.com profile] fannyfae,[livejournal.com profile] nomanselizabeth, [livejournal.com profile] faery_ring and [livejournal.com profile] sheldonsandscia

Here is how this meme works: Give me some lyrics (JUST A COUPLE LINES, PLEASE) and I will write for you something about one of your characters and one of mine. I know many of you have many characters, and if my muses have not interacted with yours for a while, just mention something to help jog my memory!


And ALTERNATIVELY for ... people who don't or who have not RP'ed with me or my muses, pick some lyrics, and I shall find a muse to respond with a few paragraphs...or something. Trust me, I have a few in addition to the ones above.

Date: 2008-05-16 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ursa-mater.livejournal.com
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named "Fumanchu'
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.

And I think you know most of my muses... the ones I still rp at least.

Date: 2008-05-16 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sekhmet-mrytamn.livejournal.com
The mouth of the Great Hap, known to many as the Nile, is a wild and dangerous place. I stood near the edge that overlooked Abu Simbel, looked down at the giant colossus that Usermaatre Rameses built in honour of himself and his queen, Merynmut Nefertiry. The wind whipped my hair about my face. In spite of being in the desert, there was little warmth afforded in the morning air. The only warmth was the hand that I felt at my back. Turning I looked into my companion's one good eye. He seemed as exhilarated as I was.

"This is the place where the Northern Kingdoms met the South," I said, "The last time I was here, we faced am enemy. Now I only face having done that which I have never done before."

His smile was a smirk and I thought I saw admiration in that one eye of his, "What is it that a woman such as you has never done, Madame, for surely you have lived long enough."

"Fly," I said, brushing a kiss at the corner of his mouth, "Not before today." With a sudden leap of legs and heart I hurled myself off the edge of the limestone cliff, into the arms of Shu, down toward the surface of Hapi, avoiding the embrace of Geb. The soft chastising whisper of silk in the breeze broke my fall.

Date: 2008-05-16 07:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jayed.livejournal.com
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

Date: 2008-05-16 08:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] simplyjaye.livejournal.com
Face in the window in the night
Caught for a second by the light
Ashes of memory still aglow
Only for you

Date: 2008-05-16 10:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] faery-ring.livejournal.com
The liberation of France could not have come soon enough. One morning's quiet had been interrupted by mortar fire in the distance, ever-increasing frequency and proximity errupted throughout the day and well into the night only to grow silent at last. The following daybreak, where Mama and I had huddled - within a small hillside shelter that was part of our family's lands. Before Mama had awakened I cautiously opened the door and sliped out to possibly find something for breakfast in the nearby wood. The air was heavy with smoke and I could see the Chateau of M. de Villiars having been reduced to nothing more than three stone spires that outstretched like the agonized fingers of a great slain giant in the distance.

I had no basket but clutched my shawl to me and tried to make myself as inconspicuous as possible. If by chance I found more than I could amply carry, I could tie my shawl to make a sack and get to our shelter.

That morning I could not believe my luck. I was able to bargain for a few eggs and a baggette and some cheese. I was just about to turn a corner around a wall when I ran nearly headlong into a group of soldiers. At first my heart panicked thinking I had run straight into the arms of the Nazis, but I noted their uniforms as being American. I ignored the gafaws and wolfcalls and went on my way, but it was hard to ignore the one that reached out to touch my hair, yanking so hard that I dropped my precious cargo with a yelp. I was about to let loose a stream of frustratoin at the offender when a hand grabbed the one that had grabbed me.

"Let her be," a voice of an officer ordered. His voice was decidedly not American.

I spun around to look at my rescuer and my eyes caught and held the bluest eyes I had ever seen other than those of my godfather, Hsu. I don't remember smiling at him, I think that I must have, for he had the most beautiful and magical smile. "I am sorry, Madamoiselle," he said in heavily accented French. He went on to offer to replace the food that had been spoiled, but in spite of all of his kindness, I politely refused. I returned to the shelter just in time to find my mother awake, fixing a bit of rolled oats that we had stored away. We wouldnt go hungry, but the fare was definitely disappointing in comparison to what had been lost at the roadside.

Later that night my mother responded to a knock at the door, a basket of eggs, a bagette, a round of cheese and many other things had been stuffed neatly within a large basket outside of our door. There was no note and no one in sight. We ate well but sparringly that night. I could not help but wonder if the officer that I had seen near the village had somehow found where Mama and I were.

As I was getting ready to turn in for the night, watching myself in the glass of the window pane as I shook out the curls of my hair, I thought I saw his face once again in the window - and th the light reflected a magical smile.



Date: 2008-05-16 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] simplyjaye.livejournal.com
I know I've already told you this, but have to say it here too. This is wonderful. I love it, and more importantly, a certain muse loves it too. And it so could have happened.

Date: 2008-05-16 11:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] niankhsekhmet.livejournal.com
*hugs* Thank you! :)

A certain muse decided that she wanted to respond to that prompt and it just jumped out of her. She of course wanted to interact with one muse of yours in particular - hehe...I wonder why! :)

Date: 2008-05-16 11:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] simplyjaye.livejournal.com
I have no idea! :D

*hugs*

Date: 2008-05-16 10:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ordos45.livejournal.com
I don't think we've ever RPed together unfortunately.

I'll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are

Date: 2008-05-26 09:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ros1yn78.livejournal.com
That's good to know.

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