http://stripping.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] stripping.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] adddictions2011-07-13 12:27 pm

Know what meme I love we haven't had for half a year? This one.

~the songficbit meme~

→ post with a list of your characters.
→ people will choose one character or a pairing of their choice.
→ after choosing, write:
→ (5) snippets per character
→ to (5) songs of your (the writer's) choice.

1. Across The Universe

[identity profile] fruitfultempo.livejournal.com 2011-07-14 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes in the morning before everyone bar Erik is awake, Charles lies on one of the lawns and thinks of nothing. Grass stains his khakis, and as summer turns to autumn leaves from the maple trees pile around him almost magnetically. He can feel insects, ants and beetles and worms digging through the dirt in ordered lines and random bunches. The wind ruffles his hair, blows it across his eyes uncaring, and he never bothers to fix it just the once. All he does is listen, hands clasped gently in front of him, relaxed. Listen to the milling and dreaming and five more minutesing of the people inside the mansion. He never keeps the thoughts for very long, just sifts through them like a sorter before shipping them out into the aether where they become lost. He listens and he breathes, and that's all he really needs out of life.

2. Set Fire To The Third Bar

[identity profile] fruitfultempo.livejournal.com 2011-07-14 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Charles downs another scotch and still doesn't feel him, dead air where a live, cracking wire should be.

The Cave

[identity profile] fruitfultempo.livejournal.com 2011-07-14 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Charles feels like he's drawing a line. Past this point, there is no return. Past this point, we will not stand for it. For we are gathered now, coming from the corners and lost places in the world into the sun. But the line's not drawn in blood, or in the sand, or in the dirt, or across the globe. Charles draws his lines in ink, on the corners of the mind, the only place he knows change can happen. Maybe his method works too slowly, maybe it hardly matters at all in the end, but he'll draw his lines how he pleases and maybe it'll be enough, after all.

Because for all the strength it takes to bend a beam, it takes even more to not bend from a path despite the obstacles. When he and Erik move their last pawns of the night, that's the one thing they both know very well in spite of themselves.

The National Anthem - Radiohead

[identity profile] fruitfultempo.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
It's his first time in a pub, seventeen and much too short for his age, when he realizes he can hear every single thought in the building.

5. Gimme Shelter

[identity profile] fruitfultempo.livejournal.com 2011-07-15 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
An August storm rattles the windows and walls, but so long as this small, this proud, this wonderful family's here with him, he never minds the thunder.