October 8th

[bridgetmkennitt]

Participants can create for either/both today's prompts or previous days' prompts (the latter on the previous days' entries).

Day 1 on IJ | Day 1 on DW
Day 2 on IJ | Day 2 on DW
Day 3 on IJ | Day 3 on DW
Day 4 on IJ | Day 4 on DW
Day 5 on IJ | Day 5 on DW
Day 6 on IJ | Day 6 on DW
Day 7 on IJ | Day 7 on DW


Prompt 1

Description: A tray of cinnamon rolls.

Prompt 2
utter contentment

Prompt 3
connecting the distant past with the distant future

Prompt 4
raising a toast for all they've lost and for all they've won.

Prompt 5
youthful indiscretion

Prompt 6+
motion | light | hair | close



Guidelines:
- Drabbles must have a character of color/non-white character as the focus, whether singular or in a pairing.
- Drabbles are 100 words or in sets of 100 words. Iconbles are 2-4 icons of the same image with different textures/texts/colors/etc. Drawbles are up to the artist's discretion.
- Prompts can be interpreted however you wish.
- Drabbles can be posted in its entirety in the comments of that day's prompts or linked elsewhere (on LJ, personal website, AO3, etc) with header information listed.
- Subject title format: Title, Fandom, Character/Pairing

Comments

Memorial, Sun Sword, Diora (prompt 4)

[ambyr]

In daylight, the harem rang with the sounds of life: Teyla's laughter, Diro's cries. But the Lady's time still brought ghosts. Each night, Diora named them: Faida. Ruatha. Deirdre. And, last and softest, their child.

She had the voice; she could speak so all the Tors and Tyrs might hear, or murmur to a single ear and know it inviolate. Her words could cross cities, deserts, seas.

But death, ah, death like childhood was a different territory. She could stand atop her wives' graves, and they would never hear.

She named them anyway, in darkness, and whispered the cradle song.