muse write } { 100 x 100 drabbles for 2014

[dontkanyeme]

001.	Fast	002.	Slow	003.	Live	004.	Dark	005.	Light
006.	Sleep	007.	Awake	008.	Scent	009.	Outside	010.	Inside
011.	Cook	012.	Cold	013.	Hot	014.	Now	015.	Never
016.	Cry	017.	Laugh	018.	Emotion	019.	Sound	020.	Music
021.	Alone	022.	Crowd	023.	New	024.	Old	025.	Friendship
026.	Run	027.	Stay	028.	Try	029.	Desire	030.	Work
031.	Mistake	032.	Win	033.	Loss	034.	Pain	035.	Love
036.	Taste	037.	Hate	038.	Help	039.	Fight	040.	Apology
041.	Cage	042.	Scars	043.	First	044.	Last	045.	Strong
046.	Weak	047.	Dry	048.	Wet	049.	Party	050.	Normal
051.	Death	052.	Mirror	053.	Found	054.	Lost	055.	Trip
056.	Hand	057.	Feet	058.	Dream	059.	Water	060.	Fire
061.	Cook	062.	Wait	063.	Fight	064.	Faith	065.	Nightmare
066.	Money	067.	Fail	068.	Change	069.	Kiss	070.	Power
071.	Sweet	072.	Play	073.	Sight	074.	Color	075.	Perform
076.	Family	077.	Help	078.	Quit	079.	Fall	080.	Camera
081.	Need	082.	Back	083.	Front	084.	Forgive	085.	Zen
086.	Attack	087.	Hobby	088.	Art	089.	Sex	090.	Dance
091.	Weapon	092.	Train	093.	Warm	094.	Rain	095.	Clean
096.	Writer's Choice	097.	Writer's Choice	098.	Writer's Choice	099.	Writer's Choice	100.	Writer's Choice

Running Word Count:
1,000

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001 - fast

[dontkanyeme]

The blow comes hard from the left, knocking her backwards before she even has the chance to see it coming. Her opponent hits hard, moves quickly, and is aiming to prove to her she hasn’t got it. Most Fae don’t think she worth much. She enjoys kicking them on their ass to prove them wrong.

What she doesn’t like? The slice of claws against her face and the trickle of blood that comes with it.

Her hand comes up to brush away blood, and she turns a glare on the Fae in question. “Not. The face.”

They’ll pay for that.

004 - dark

[dontkanyeme]

Dark isn’t always bad. Dark is usually just complicated.

Dark has a way of slipping under Bo’s skin before she can realize what’s happening. She’s not a bad person, and being with Ryan doesn’t make her one, but she sees the way he bends the rules. They turn just slightly, in a way that makes them okay. He bends them in a way that makes them seem fun, that makes her want to chase the darkness that sits inside her, waiting for it’s chance to be free.

No, Dark isn’t always bad, but that doesn’t make it any less dangerous.

005 - light

[dontkanyeme]

Light isn’t always good. Light likes to hide it well.

Humanity is where the Light and Bo are always going to draw the line – she may have claimed Kenzi, but that was to protect her, not to own her. Lauren doesn’t have that choice, nor does she have that distinction, no matter who the Ash may be. In the end, that’s probably why she didn’t chase her quite so hard after Taft. She deserved to finally be free of it all.

Light isn’t all that good. It’s just one of the many reasons why Bo still won’t choose a side.

002 - slow

[dontkanyeme]

“Uh … BoBo? I don’t think this plan is going to work as we … you know, planned.”

“I’m well aware of that, Kenzi!”

She could feel her feet sinking into the soft tar beneath her, inch by excruciating inch. Bo tried once again to pick up her foot and take one slow step forward. While she doesn’t start sinking faster (a small victory, but she’ll take it), she doesn’t move forward either.

“I think we’re going to have to go with Plan B.”

“What’s Plan B?”

Her head tips back, and she starts shouting up towards the ceiling: “Help!”

003 - live

[dontkanyeme]

Every moment of Bo’s life has consisted of one of three choices – live, die or run.

Sometimes the choices blended together – run and live or stay and die. Stay and live or run and lose that part of herself that she’s finally starting to gain. Every time she hits a fork in the road, it’s still the same three choices, in their vague and jumped forms. Live, die or run.

It isn’t until recently that she’s started replacing that last option. She takes the chance, takes the option of live, die or fight. She’s found she’s much better for it.

010 - inside

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Bo walks into the house that she and Kenzi share and finds … children.

A dark haired girl sits on the couch, a dark-skinned boy tries to get his fedora to fit properly, and a tiny, scowling child with curly blond hair looks like he’s going to murder someone. They all look up when they hear Bo and Lauren come in, and immediately start talking at once.

“I’ll get the test kit from the car.”

She glances back at Lauren’s departing voice, before turning back to the group in front of her. “This is going to be a long night.”

007 - awake

[dontkanyeme]

“Okay. Girl is Kenzi.” That is easy enough. Bo marks it down on the list that Lauren had given her for trying to figure out what caused this in the first place. “So how did this – ow!” She glances down with a heavy sigh. “You pinch yourself to wake up, Kenz.”

“Says you,” Kenzi huffs. “I can’t be a kid! I’m already short enough as it is.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll fix this. Starting from the top – what did you touch?”

“Why do you always assume it was me?”

Instantaneously there’s squabbling.

This is going to be a really long night.

006 - sleep

[dontkanyeme]

“Man, I am ready for a nap.”

Bo raises an eyebrow in Hale’s direction, watching as he snuggles further into the couch and closes his eyes. She reaches forward, tapping her pen against his leg. “Uh-uh. Wake up. We still need to figure out what went wrong so Lauren can fix it.”

He pouts at her, a pout that’s probably worked very well on whatever nannies the Zamora clan may have hired for their heir, but Bo is no nanny. He pushes up, then sighs.

“It was in the Dal. That’s all I know.”

“Great. I needed a drink anyway.”

008 - scent

[dontkanyeme]

Dyson clutches her hand tightly as they enter the Dal, hanging on so tightly that if she didn’t know any better, she might think he’s scared. “Are you sure you’re okay to do this?” she asks, looking down at him. He glances up nervously before nodding.

“I can do this.”

He doesn’t sound all that confident. Bo doesn’t call him on it.

She leads him through the empty bar, letting him follow his nose as best he can in his current state. He reaches one of the tables, before pointing at the round jar sitting on top of it.

“That.”

009 - outside

[dontkanyeme]

“Trick’s probably going to be pissed.”

Bo very gingerly puts the jar down on in the parking lot, before turning to Dyson, who had followed with Trick’s baseball bat in hand. She holds out a hand to take it, before rolling her shoulders and squaring off.

“Trick’ll have to live with it.”

She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and then swings downward until she hears the pottery smash beneath the bat. When she opens her eyes again, Dyson is much taller, and she smiles at the sight.

“Either way.” The bat rests against her shoulder. “Totally worth it.”