somewhat lacking

that drabble meme / guest muse Ada Simon - @dayblooming 

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quiet Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

          “There’s enough chicken in here. That’s if I actually manage to eat it and my pager can be silent for a good half an hour.” Which is virtually impossible; the thing was hardly quiet for any length of time. “Claire,” she offers with a smile. “You needed a place to sit, wasn’t just going to let you wander about.”

          “That’s what you want us to do?” Of course they’ll still be evidence –– the case isn’t exactly closed but it’s not been touched in ages. Greg gets it, understands where she’s coming from completely; there have been cases he’s looked back on for similar thinking, and a lot of them turned up for the better. “We can try it, don’t see why not.”

          Claire is quiet for a moment, watching her. Physical illnesses and traumas are something she can deal with at almost any moment of the day –– mental and emotional traumas are trickier, nothing truly concrete to fix. “Let me take you to the hospital. We can get you cleaned up there, make sure you’re okay, yeah?” It’s not an order, just an offer she hopes the other woman takes.

         ❝          what   makes   you   think   i’m   not   showing   you   a   trick   already ?         ❞           amusement   tinged   his   expression   then   as   he   leans   back   into   the   plush   seat .      there   was   nothing   about   him  ,      nothing   at   all  ,      that   was   any   more   real   than   a   mirage . 

      ❝          of   course .      anything   in - between   is    BORING .      mystery  ,      or   excitement  ,      or   just   plain   old   average .            ❞

Cecelia doesn’t speak for a moment; catching up on her writing. Scrolls of unlegible black ink fill one page and then she turns it over, ready for more. She nods along like she’s listening to a song with a slow but steady tempo. Now it’s all note style, but the piece is already forming in her head. Start with the struggle; don’t make it pitying, but honest. Explain that it was always going to be hard, but look, there’s a happy ending. 

“And the – fame and following was an unexpected surprise I suppose? You had very little awareness of the community you find yourself in now. Not just fitness but disabled wellbeing.” Cee had had to do her own research into it and was amazed. These young people, men and woman, were building platforms using social media in a way their parents couldn’t understand. Even Cee, closer to forty then twenty now, couldn’t quite get her head around it. Instagram she was good at, but she mainly just used Snapchat when she was drunk for the filters. “Do you think you’d have the same positive outlook on your life, and your new career without the community around you, online and in person?” 

“Yeah you could say it was a surprise.” Juliet nods. “I had always seen myself  AS A DANCER, I couldn’t picture myself as anything else until I started gaining a following, and peers in the amputee community, and disability activism. I was lucky, I have money-- I was given a good settlement from Novament, and I got good care, care some consider experimental, but a lot of disabled people are not getting the BASIC care they need, it’s too expensive and they can’t work...” 

Perhaps calling it a car had been overly enthusiastic. From where she stood, the damn thing looked an awful lot like a misshapen heap of metal on wheels — all bent pieces and deep gouges, the color rotted away to expose the silvery tint underneath, the patches of RUST crawling up the sides… And then the sheer sound of it, so high-pitched and screeching she almost itched to shoot it right there. ❛You are kidding, right.❜

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