Bo Dennis (
dontkanyeme) wrote2014-01-03 02:27 pm
Entry tags:
muse write } { 100 x 100 drabbles for 2014
| 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 |

001 - fast
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
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
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
“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
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
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
“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
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
“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
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.”