PSL Box

[useofcuriosity]

 

 

Want to play a PSL or a Prompt? Me too! Lets DO IT.  Give a prompt, a word, a picture. Or, start a scene with a fancy au. I'll tag you! It's neat! It's fun! GO JOE.

Examples:

Everyone shift to the left (your character is a werewolf? Now they're a banshee. Or a hunter. Whatever!)
Nogitsune Stuff
Grey's Anatomy Universe
Otherwordly

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[useofcuriosity]

"But it can be a group effort!" Slightly teasing, partly trying to keep her talking.

[lefthandedgenius]

She lets out a weak laugh. In the distance, though? Sirens.

She lets out a sigh. "You're a lot stronger than you think. Someone needed to tell you that."

[useofcuriosity]

He won't lie. He's relieved to hear the sirens. He bets his dad had something to do with the speed. "You think so?

[lefthandedgenius]

She turns her head so it rests in the crook of his neck and nods. "Didn't anybody ever tell you that bravery isn't not being scared, it's being scared and doing what you need to do anyway?"

[useofcuriosity]

He looks at her for a moment. "No, I don't think they ever did."

[lefthandedgenius]

"Well, now you can't say that anymore." she informs him. "And now you know."

[useofcuriosity]

"Now I know. And you were pretty damn awesome too, you know."

[bigkanimaoncampus]

"Not anymore!" He shouted, pleading. "That's all over! Lydia wouldn't--she wouldn't--she..." She never wanted him dead. It wasn't possible.

[useofcuriosity]

"Wouldn't she? Why wouldn't she? Because she loves you?"

[bigkanimaoncampus]

He squeezed his eyes shut, head pressing against the door. "She wouldn't..." was all he managed to say, not even shouting anymore.

[useofcuriosity]

He sounds really close and really far away. "Are you sure?"

Under Da Sea

[lefthandedgenius]

She remembers the first time she saw him. She'd been a child then, and he was the same age, she had thought. He was pale and skinny, and he'd been wearing floaties. Every year he'd come with his mother and father, and she'd watch from afar.

But then the mother stopped coming, and eventually the boy and his father didn't come anymore either. Every year, right as the land began its warm season, she waited and watched to see if the boy would come.

She decided she would come and wait one last time. To see if the boy and his father would come one last time.

[useofcuriosity]

It had gotten to be too much to handle, coming here with his father. Too many good memories that would get tainted by the bad memories of a hospital, a funeral, a grave. And then there were werewolves and darach and god knows what else to deal with, and there didn't ever really seem to be a lot of time to go to the beach. The ocean, or whatever.

But this year, when he was eighteen and he was thinking about whether he should leave to go to school or stay and be here, he had the time. A bit of calm and he could come to the water. Think. Clear his head.

[lefthandedgenius]

She couldn't believe her luck. It never occurred to her that the boy would come here on his own...and now he was here.

She swam closer. She wanted a better look at him, and momentarily forgot to be cautious about being seen.

[useofcuriosity]

He's a little startled, thrown out of his thoughts by someone swimming by. It's the hair, really, that gets her attention. "...hi. I'm sorry, am I in your way?"

[lefthandedgenius]

It takes her a moment to adjust to using the land tongue, but she learned it a long time ago. She's startled when he addresses her; she hadn't realized she was that close.

Carefully keeping her lower body below the water, she smiles at him. "No, you're not in my way. But I've disturbed you. I'm sorry."

[useofcuriosity]

He smiles back, briefly. "You haven't. Really, you haven't."

[lefthandedgenius]

"Have we met?" she asks, moving to swim around him, but also turning to face him as she does so. She doesn't want him seeing her tail.

[useofcuriosity]

He certainly doesn't see it yet. But he thinks she's kind of pretty. Really, really kind of pretty. "I'm not sure. Probably not. I don't come out here much."

[lefthandedgenius]

"That's a shame. Why not?"

She truly wants to know. She's seen him for years, and then suddenly he was gone.

[useofcuriosity]

"You know. Life gets busy. Things get complicated."

Grey's AU - The MRI

[lefthandedgenius]

Before he actually lays down, Lydia is in the MRI suite with Stiles, holding onto both of his hands. "You know how this works." she tells him gently. "Just keep still and I'll be there the whole time. You'll hear me through the whole thing. Okay?"

Re: Grey's AU - The MRI

[useofcuriosity]

He won't lie and say he's not nervous. He's incredibly nervous, and glad that she's here. And really glad he didn't tell his dad he was doing this today. It's going to be freaky enough without worrying about his dad. "I know. I know." Taking a deep breath. "I'm good. It'll be good."

[lefthandedgenius]

She can feel it coming off him in waves. She has yet to witness a panic attack, but she knows he has them.

She runs her hand through his hair. "I know you will be. And we can do anything you want afterward, okay?" She lets go of his other hand and steps away, heading for the monitoring room.

[useofcuriosity]

He's tried very hard not to have one around her. As close as they are, and he thinks they're pretty close, having a panic attack around her is a whole new level. Especially considering this. It's hard, though. Here. Not to have one.

He's pretty sure he's going to have one after the MRI, good results or bad. "Okay." He knows he's being quieter than usual, and he hates that. But. He knows once this is done, it'll all come bubbling up.

He lays back on the MRI table, trying to get comfortable. Difficult.