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This week's prompt:
BLUE

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From:

taichara

Some things you weren't supposed to see.

Things like your children dying before you, or your kingdom's future in flames, or your loved ones warped and ruined into twisted unrecognizable things.

Or what your insides looked like.

Really it was that last one that stood out to Quan.

But he was fairly certain --

-- as he fought to stare through the blood-dimmed darkness gnawing away his vision, as he clawed in futile desperation at thought and agony and life while Ethlyn's crumpled body huddled beside him and the monster spoke encouraging words how dare he to his daughter plucked from her mother's dying arms --

-- oh, he was fairly certain that he had a notion what his innards looked like now.

That would certainly explain the blood.

And the cold.

The cold that even white-hot rage could not drive from his limbs.

He could do nothing.

Shortly -- Noba be damned for it -- he'd be nothing.

Fragments flickered before his eyes now, swimming in the blackness that rolled in faster.

The ghost-image of Sigurd, waiting for the van of Leonster soldiers that would never come, came and went in the flutter of dead wings.

Replaced all too quickly by the shade of Finn, also waiting, also anxious, left behind, left to mind an armful of young babe now never to see his sire's face, never to know his mother's touch --

But that bastard did not, at least, have rapacious talons on both of his children.

The dark rolled in like velvet, washing away the cold, the lingering agony that spilled the last of his life's-blood across the sands.

But Leif could have no greater guardian.

do better by him than his father did

It was the last brief prayer to linger on Quan's lips.

Then the black jaws closed.

From:

kalloway

\o/ Added to the masterlist~

From:

owlmoose

The car pulled out of the Triskelion garage into a bright sunny day, and Natasha grinned as she pushed the button that would take the top down. "The sun is up, the sky is blue..." She sang the first few lines, then stopped before looking over at her partner in crime. "Oh wait, you don't know that song, do you?"

Steve shaded his face with a hand. "Probably not," he said, "if it's from your era."

"The funny thing is, it isn't." Natasha grinned. "I'm about twenty years too young. Almost as much too young as you are too old. The Beatles, Dear Prudence, from The White Album." She tilted her head sideways. "You have at least heard of the Beatles."

Steve nodded and patted his pocket. "They're on the list. I've listened to a few albums, but I don't think that was one."

"Well, we can't have that." Natasha pulled her phone out of her pocket and tossed it over to Steve. "Plug it in, and we'll have a listen. Oh, it's not called The White Album, though. It's called The Beatles."

"Because that's not confusing at all. Do you know why?" Steve held out the phone for Natasha to unlock, then began scrolling through the list.

Natasha shrugged. "The cover art, I think. So if you didn't listen to The White Album, what did you listen to?"

"The one with the marching band on the cover," Steve said.

"Oh, Sergeant Pepper?"

"I think that's the one." Steve plugged the phone into the dash and sat back in his seat, arms crossed. "It was interesting. A little weird, in places. But I liked the one about helping out friends."

"This one won't be any less weird," Natasha said. "But I think it's more interesting, artistically. And you like that kind of thing, right."

"Sometimes." Steve leaned his head back against the headrest and looked up as the first few notes of "Back in the USSR" blasted out of the speakers. "It is a really blue sky, isn't it?"

"As blue as it gets," Natasha said. "Let's hope the weather in the Indian Ocean is at least this good."

Steve snorted. "Hope springs eternal." And they fell into silence as they listened to the music and the rush of the wind.

From:

kalloway

Hooray~! Got you added to the masterlist!

From:

lexicalcrow

(a/n: wolves played blues today and wolves won and got promoted to the english premier league and apparently that's all the inspiration i needed for this fic good job self #thankstwitter)

(a/n: also it is impossible for me to not write Jeff fic for this prompt, every second ELO song has blue in the title somwhere amirite?)

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"Ahh, she'll be right, ay? There's always next season," Jeff managed to say, hiding the disappointment in his voice. It wasn't like he'd been watching it live, he'd had things to do, but of course he'd caught the news. He was glad Bev wasn't there to tease him about it, because the last thing he needed was being reminded about that rivalry.

He hadn't been to a match in a long time. He'd got too busy, like always. There were always too many things to do. For a moment, he remembered all the matches he and Roy used to go to back in the day, when they weren't famous enough for anyone to care about them. Just lost in the crowd of other Blues supporters, with nothing but football to worry about. It'd been a long time since he'd been able to just disappear amongst a sea of people.

Everything got complicated. There was a part of him that realised why he had spent so long avoiding going back home. He knew why. But he wasn't the kind of guy to really dwell on it, even though he sometimes thought he dwelled on things too much. He channelled it into his music instead.

He never let himself miss Roy, not if he could help it. Roy was, in many ways, so very hard to love. But then, perhaps, so was he. He'd never quite managed to make it last. None of it had lasted. The girls all left in the end. Everyone left in the end.

For a moment, he thought about messaging Roy some pithy remark about teasing Bev about the whole thing, but what point would there be in it when they were all just so far from each other? What would be the point when Bev hadn't spoken to him in thirty years?

He wondered, idly, what it would take to bring them all back together again, and if that was something that would make them happy, or just remind them why they kept away. Perhaps it would just keep them away. Perhaps the ocean was just too big to make that connection again.