II.

À quoi bon vivre si je meurs à chaque instant? À quoi bon briller si je m’éteins lentement? Étant libre, suis-je condamnée à souffrir? Du premier souffle est née la nuit où je m’expire.

Si l’Homme s’efface dans la brume du soir, À quoi bon un nom qui soit inscrit dans l’Histoire? L’on dit que l’art est long et que la vie est brève, Mais le Temps rôde autour des chimères du rêve.

Mon ventre plein, n’est-il qu’un festin pour les vers? Les roses de mes joues, un masque du désert? Les aînés dans la rue, aux rides pour rideau, Avancent dans le monde en lui tournant le dos.

Et moi, observant le spectacle du vieil âge, Ma foi est aveuglée, brûlée par l’éclairage. Ne pouvant endurer le feu des projecteurs, La lumière, de mon cœur bleu, prend la couleur.

Un réseau sans routes et des filtres sans pores, Avec les heures bleues, défilent sans effort. L’image creuse en moi des tunnels de prison… Si ma vie est plate, pourquoi je tourne en rond?

Je n’ai plus goût de rien, pourtant j'ai faim d'amour; Mes fleurs se dessèchent, mais j’ai soif d’un toujours. Sans tarder, je suivrai les nuages dans l’air, M’évaporant afin de pleurer sur la Terre!

Je continue, hélas, de blanchir mon sépulcre, Dans la mort en larmes faisant fondre du sucre. Mais comme les caries, noires sont mes pilules Et le palais visible à l’entrée des cellules.

Day 28 : Sparkle (Briller/Scintiller/Érinceler)

Another "I'm literally named that way" type of drawing.

But honestly : I've always wanted to try and draw Midnight Sparkle so it was the perfect occasion. But I decided to do a double and draw Twilight Sparkle as we saw her in the last episode of the show.

She has a pretty nice design so there is my try in doing them.

This is literally the least Christmas-y thing I could write on Christmas Eve but I just had the urge to write some angsty Miller/Bryan stuff instead of trying to do fluff. I'm just not in the fluff mood.

This is in the same universe as this scene, is extremely self-indulgent, and may or may not be good, but it was fun.

Canon-divergent, S3-era, ~760 words, some sexual content

Written in 22 minutes

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When they were dating on the Ark, they would fantasize often about domesticity. They'd find quarters together as soon as they turned eighteen, either on Alpha or on Farm, or anywhere else that would take them; they'd sleep together in a bed big enough for two. They'd develop some sort of morning routine. Their clothes would get mixed up. They'd kiss at every threshold, before parting, upon meeting.

Miller was a damned romantic in those days too: trading stolen goods for extra ration points and extra ration points for private time in the mess and a dinner for two; memorizing love sonnets; handing Bryan sprigs of plants from the fields on Farm as if they were bouquets. Some of the gestures made Bryan laugh. But always with such fondness. And after Miller was arrested, they promised to stay faithful—Bryan promised to visit and promised to wait—and so everyone in the Sky Box said they were married. That was the word for couples who believed in a future like that. Miller never told anyone that he proposed for real, with a bit of junk metal fashioned into a ring, as earnest and as quiet and as serious as he'd ever been in his life, never told a single soul that Bryan said yes. Yes Miller would live and as soon as he got out, they'd be married in Miller's father's quarters and afterwards, never separated ever again.

Later, when Bellamy asks, he says he has a boyfriend. Fiancé seems too heavy somehow, like maybe Bellamy will read it as kids playing dress up, or only frown as he does at Sky Box slang he never got the hang of.

"A new year, an old journey comes to an end."

"However..."

"Once an old journey ends, a new one also begins"

"With the same old teammates,"

"With new upgraded powers,"

"And with people who support you,"

"And people who got your back,"

"You know you can face another journey with and without them"

this is me swallowing my pride

A Briller Canon Divergence fic for @troped-fanfic-challenge

When Bryan realizes that he and Miller have differing ideas about Wonkru, he puts an end to their relationship before things get messy.   When he starts exchanging secret messages with someone, though, he begins to wonder if he acted too quickly.

1st Place for Theme!