Oct. 23rd, 2007

hellowonderland: (red deeps // mirrored)
First & Last Lines Meme


From [livejournal.com profile] anonymous_sibyl: First and last lines of the last ten stories I've posted in reverse chronological order.

10. {The Rowing Endeth}
First: once upon a time.

Last: Soups and breads and babies cannot quell the wild – the savage – in her heart.

9. {Logan and Veronica's First Kiss - Meme}
First: Logan came to see her when he was done talking to the Sheriff – to her father.

Last: Her grief was gnawing and his could build skyscrapers.

8. {The Lonely Girls Club}
First: She has her leather pants on, so that everybody knows she’s not to be fucked with.

Last: She did not know the sound of her own name.

7. {The Sorrows of Josephine Potter}
First: If someone tells her it has all been a dream, she will not be surprised.

Last: But she tilts his head back so she may ask, do you love me, and he says yes, and she answers, yes, and that has always been that.

6. {The Red Deeps - Chapter Three}
First: When I arrive home, I am salted with snow and dreaming of the hot Pacific.

Last: I set the phone on the floor and slide down, until the room is underwater.

5. {Five Times that Buffy Kissed Angel (And Once When She Didn't)}
First: The library was sweet and still.

Last: The dragon took him in, Death came for him, finally truly came for him, and yet he saw only her face – beloved – felt only her kiss, and in that simple moment of freedom, he mouthed her name, her name.

4. {The Red Deeps - Chapter Four}
First: Vast, running hills of salt.

Last: And the wolf sleeps on, at my feet.

3. {The Red Deeps - Chapter Five}
First: I eat breakfast by myself in the windy kitchen.

Last: Her voice is low, taut as an electrical wire during a storm. “So, who should we beat up first?”

2. {The Red Deeps - Chapter Six}
First: “So this is how it goes,” Veronica says, apropos to nothing, as she kicks snow with her feet, kicking until her black boots are wet and shiny, and little wavelets of snow rise into the air, falling against the sky, falling against my feet.

Last: "Yes," I say, unyielding and yet yielding, as desire eats away at my heart.

1. {The Accidental}
First: it happens in Cleveland as she is closing up shop for the day, the Potentials feathering around her like birds, flapping and cawing and chattering.

Last: “Finnish, fine-ish,” she whispers, climbing from the water.

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