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So yesterday I ended up crying to my mum about various things for half an hour, which was actually really nice and helped loads. It was a mixture of one of my best friends being a jerk over nothing and my teachers thinking it's fine to laugh at me for getting mad at this one boy whenever he's an idiot (look, he used to frequently say things like 'I hope someone kills Obama' or 'I want to snipe Obama' and none of the teachers did anything, and now he adds comments like 'Ah, Betsy, my bestest friend' and is purposely even more annoying to me and the teachers think it's funny) and also the fact that I know all these amazing Christian guys and if I ever wanted to date them I couldn't because of my current not-a-Christian status. Also just the stress and the not-actually-learning-anything-in-school (THIS IS A BAD THING, OKAY?) and too many PEOPLE.

This is only exacerbated by the fact that all three of my sisters are hardly available. Mary's in... Utah, and every other week is in the field without a cell phone and having a lot of her own problems, Esther's practically inaccessible because she's always working/at school/with Matt-her-boyfriend, and Katherine (with horrible timing) is finally hitting hormone-land and flipping out half the time.

SO. GUYS. I need prompts for my various WIP's that are original fiction, because honestly I do not know these characters. SO. Here are characters!

Various Wall-fics that want to be written
Sidonie - 16 year old girl living on the Wall.
Flavian - her brother, around 21, commander of 20 horse, one of only three sections on the wall
Adrian - a centaur, Flavian's second-in-command
Albion - 45-year-old Commander of the Wall, born and raised in Britain, is planning to stay behind when the Romans pull out
Tiresius- wizard, part of the command section on the Wall, answers only to Albion (specify age when prompting, I know his basic story from around 18-60)
Flynn - a wizard, was onceu Tiresius' best friend, died when they were both 17
Risa - Tiresius' wife. He was ordered to marry her as part of political manuevering (complicated). Sharp-witted but gentle and kind, and is now the only one who can bring out what is left of Tiresius' conscience
Maris - Tiresius' daughter, born when he was 30

At the First Glimpse of Thunder
Cedric, Holland, and Sebastian Monroe (boy, girl, boy) - 18, 17, & 15
Cecilia Bardsley - 14, their next-door neighbor
Adam Bardsley - 20, Cecilia's brother, currently a Lieutenant in the Homeland Navy

So basically, give me any two (or three) of these characters (crossovers between the two different places are absolutely fine) and a word or phrase. An age if you have Tiresius in it would be great. So yeah! Prompt away? Pretty please?

ETA: I've done two, would love more! Also, OMG TENSES. DANG IT. I CANNOT KEEP THEM STRAIGHT. *dies* If you spot tense mess-ups in my fics for your prompts, there's a 99% chance I spotted it within five minutes after posting it. Sorry!

Much love to everyone giving me prompts!

ETA THE SECOND: Cecilia has an older brother. Huh. *eyes charries* Can't you guys EVER tell me this at a reasonable time?

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From:

katakokk.livejournal.com

ZOMG. THIS.

Poor Flavian. I want to hug him. Lots.

NEW PROMPT:

Cecilia, Sebastian, Seb's Dad, slippers.

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be-themoon.livejournal.com

"Do you know why I sent for you?" his father says, and Sebastian stands rigidly at attention, staring straight ahead at the wall over his father's head.

"No, sir," he says, though he can think of a few things he could reasonably have gotten called in for and several dozen reasons his dad could make up to call him in for.

"Your grades from Secondary School came in yesterday." Sebastian frowns for a moment.

"Sir, I was under the impression that I was maintaining good grades," he says, the V in his forehead deepening. Mentally, he ticks off his grades. Head of the class in History, Algebra and English. The lowest he's placed is sixth in Art, with a second place in Latin and a fifth in Greek.

"You should be heading the class in all your subjects," his father says coldly, not even looking up from his paperwork. "I expect no less of a child of mine." Sebastian's mouth twitches slightly, but he doesn't say anything. "Is that understood, Sebastian?" his father says, his voice irritated as he finally looks up.

"Yes, sir," Sebastian says. His father leans back to his papers, dismissing Sebastian with a wave, and the boy walks out ramrod-straight, through the door and down the hallway until he reaches the garden. Leaning against the Greco-design pillar, he stares into the foliage, carefully schooling his expression until he has the icy calmness he's aiming for.

Taking a deep breath, he lets his mask slide down and then stands up.

"What are you doing out in the garden?" a light voice asks above him, and he turns to see Cecilia's slippers on the wall at his eye-level. He looks up and smiles guardedly at her.

"Oh, just the normal," he says. "Nothing, more or less." She sits down on the wall, dangling her feet, and smiles at him. He can feel the pressure of his pulse against his clenched fist as it speeds up.

"And how has your day been, Master Sebastian?" she says, and manages to make her voice just exactly the way his nanny's once had been. He can't help it - his smile widens, and she smiles back in delight. "There we are!" she says. "Come on with me to the cliffs?" He stiffens slightly, imagining being alone with her on the cliffs, and wets his lips nervously as his throat goes dry.

Wordlessly he shakes his head.

"I really should be studying," he says, and turns and walks inside, feeling his back go rigid again as he closes his eyes, navigating the halls blindly.

He's biting his lips, and by the time he gets to his room and throws himself on the bed in frustration he can taste blood in his mouth, copper and tangy.

He groans and rolls over and tries to ignore the thought of kissing Celia that refuses to leave now that it's been brought up.

"God damn it!" he bites out, flinging himself into a sitting position, and his shoulders slump as he buries his face in his hands.

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turkeyish.livejournal.com

d'awww, seb! i do love these drabbles so, <3.

OMG IS IT CAN BE ADAM/HOLLAND TIME NOW?

haha can you tell i'm itching for some good old-fashioned romance? :D

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be-themoon.livejournal.com

MAYBE SO. Prompt me and I shall attempt to write it!

... I don't have either of those characters fleshed out. *considers and thinks of what to write on them*

AND YES OLDFASHIONED ROMAAAANCE. This may be why Celia/Seb makes my heart beat faster.

From:

turkeyish.livejournal.com

what about...adam returns home, and the first person he searches out is holland.

OLD-FASHIONED ROMAAAAANCE FTW

From:

be-themoon.livejournal.com

It takes him a record time of fifteen minutes to finish his docking-related duties and head into town. He had halfway expected Holland to be at the dock, but she isn't, and he can understand why. She's never been one for outward shows of affection, and he can't imagine that changing, even in the two years he's been gone.

Sebastian is just coming out of the house's front door as Adam hurries up the steps, and he flashes him a broad grin.

"She's in the music room," Sebastian says, and keeps going, his jaunty walk unmistakable.

Adam manages to slow down his steps and walk through the house to the back where Holland's pianoforte rests. She's playing as he comes through the door, her back to him. It's 'Greensleeves,' the song she used to sing to him, and she's singing along to it quietly now. He pauses inside the door and listens as she sings the last verse, watching the slender curve of her neck as she bends over the keys.

"Greensleeves now farewell, adieu
God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true
Come once again and love me."

He moves forward and joins in on the refrain, and if she is surprised, she doesn't show it, just smiles at him and improvises a rippling cascade of notes.

"Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight:
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my Lady Greensleeves."

As the song ends, she spins on the stool and stands up, and he scoops her up and twirls her around, her shriek of laughter bubbling up.

"Adam!" she says breathlessly. "We weren't expecting you until at least tomorrow."

"I called the winds to bring me home," he says, and kisses her, reveling in the scent of vanilla that has always floated around her. "I missed you," he whispers against her neck, and she stands on her tiptoes as he pulls back to kiss his forehead.

"Come," she says, twining her hand in his. "Tell me how the voyage went." She leans against his shoulder as they make their way to the couch and then nestles against him as he begins to tell her stories, interrupting himself often to kiss her again.

From:

katakokk.livejournal.com

AWWWWW. THIS. It maketh my heart melt! ♥

Good old fashioned romance = the best. :D

From:

be-themoon.livejournal.com

*loves old-fashioned romance*

Holland and Adam are so adorable together! And luckily for them, I throw almost no obstacles at them. XD

From:

katakokk.livejournal.com

Oh, poor Seb! *hugs* His dad is so mean.

Moar, please?

From:

be-themoon.livejournal.com

MOST WILLINGLY. <333

I've got something in the works, but prompts still make me happy. XD

From:

katakokk.livejournal.com

Hmmm...prompts, you say? How about...Cedric, Holland, and Sebastian! And hot chocolate. :)

From:

be-themoon.livejournal.com

(So. Basically as soon as Sebastian sets foot on Homeland territory, he's arrested on trumped-up charges. They want him as a hostage to his father's good behavior and want to arrest someone who's unknown in the Homeland (Holland and Cedric are both very, very popular and their arrest would be noticeable). His father, however, sends a letter that basically states 'well, whatever,' and so they end up arresting Cedric too (Adam manages to get Holland safely home). And, um, this is when this happens.)

Sebastian is chewing on his lip on the other side of the cell, chained hands behind his head. He looks surprisingly calm, and Cedric has no idea how he's doing it.

"They'll call me in for questioning soon," Sebastian says, voice detached and almost clinical.

"What?" Cedric sits up and stares at his brother. "Why would they call you in?"

"They need information about Happenstance," Sebastian says, still staring at the ceiling. "And we're the ones with the most information. And they can't question you."

"Of course they'll question me first, I'm oldest, they'll think I know more about father's work and such." Sebastian shakes his head.

"They can't question you," he says doggedly. "You're a hostage. You're the one they're counting on to keep Father from 'misbehaving.' You know their methods are harsh - if they did that to you, they know they'd be practically asking Father to rebel."

"You're a hostage too," Cedric says, and Sebastian laughs.

"You didn't see Dad's letter," he says, and there is hurt lurking underneath his voice. "He made it very clear he doesn't care what happens to me. I've always known that - now they do too." Cedric opens his mouth and then closes it again as Sebastian nods his head a few times, still watching the ceiling, looking detached and cool. "So it'll be me they call in for questioning."

*

As it turns out, Sebastian's all too right. The guards come for him three hours later and march him away. He throws a reassuring smile over his shoulder to Cedric and then keeps walking, rigid-backed and stiff.

Cedric can do nothing but listen and wait, his stomach churning as he paces the cell. It feels like a forever of silence has passed when Sebastian starts screaming.

Five minutes later, Cedric is violently sick in the corner of the cell, tears running down his face.

From:

turkeyish.livejournal.com

not seb! D:

(omg but i so loved the adam/holland)

From:

be-themoon.livejournal.com

I knooooow. I was thinking the situation out (because there does have to be a plot, and after

katakokk suggested revolution I started thinking pre-revolution and what was the Homeland likely to do and how Mr. Monroe would answer... and I realized they would question him. And the Homeland's questioning tactics aren't the nicest. *bites lip* But he'll be okaaaay. Eventually. *pats Seb*

XD Yaaay I'm glad you did! I'll write more of them maybe, if I have an idea on what of them to write about.

From:

turkeyish.livejournal.com

what about adam and holland writing to each other while he's away - and adam keeps seeing things that remind him of holland, while holland keeps seeing things that remind her of adam.

Y/N? lol i'm starving for romance, apparently - i should probably go read a book rather than pester you. :P

From:

be-themoon.livejournal.com

*starts to write*

I like being pestered when it involves my original fic! 'Cuz it's making me ever so ever so happy and the prompts are giving me tons of insight into the characters.

From:

turkeyish.livejournal.com

well then i shall continue to pester away. :D

From:

be-themoon.livejournal.com

(YAY. :D)

Dearest Holland,

I miss you already. I'm sure you'll laugh when you read this, because the pilot ship hasn't even left yet, but I do. I'm sending you all my love back home with the pilot, and if there's any left over you can give it to Celia.

Always yours,
Adam

*

Darling,

The tin man came to Happenstance yesterday. I know I never buy anything from him, but I remembered how much you love looking over all his stuff and I bought two cups. In my defense, they are quite adorable cups, with handles like half a heart. I'm saving them for when you come back.

I'll just slip this note in with my latest epistle and send it to you. My love always,

Holland

*

Holland,

We docked just yesterday in Geleden. I think you'd like it - it's not far from the Homeland, and the styles and customs are very similar even if the language is outlandish, but the people are so much more relaxed. Also, they serve the best hot chocolate I've ever tasted. It tastes just like your old nanny used to make it - do you remember drinking hot chocolate by the fire in winter?

The harbor will be freezing over soon, I'd imagine. It's been cold enough this year. If that's so, my heart, I won't be docking in Happenstance as we thought, but rather down further in Bellasay. If that's so, then I'll have to find a way to get to you. It won't be very hard, I'd imagine, not for someone as determined as me.

My love always,
Adam

From:

katakokk.livejournal.com

Betsy, you're tearing my heart out. I feel so bad for both of them. :(

Also, I am changing my prompt...sort of. Or giving you an alternative. How about Cedric, Holland, and Sebastian, say, after Ced and Seb are out of prison?

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be-themoon.livejournal.com

I feel so bad for them too!

*puts prompt in order* NEXT UP!

From:

katakokk.livejournal.com

YEEK. I'm excited! I love your Revolutionverse. :)

From:

be-themoon.livejournal.com

(XD I'm excited toooooo. *writes*)

Holland stands at the railing of the ship, staring overboard. She doesn't get seasick, but she's sure any minute now she'll be sick over the edge. It isn't the movement of the ship, but rather how Sebastian had looked for the few minutes she had gotten to see him before he and Cedric were shuffled downstairs to be hidden away until they were in Geleden waters.

"Are you all right, Holls?" Adam says behind her, and she turns and buries her face in his chest.

"How could they do that?" she sobs. "What kind of monster could torture a 17-year-old boy?" Adam shakes his head and holds her tighter.

"I don't know," he says, and they stand there until she manages to stop sobbing. Stepping back, she tilts her chin up.

"I need to go see him," she says, and Adam nods.

"You know where we put him," he says, and she smiles gratefully at him. It shows how much Adam understands her that he doesn't try to come with her, instead knowing that she knows this time with her family. "I don't think Cedric's gone more than two feet away from him this whole time," he adds with a soft smile, and then stands and watches her as she heads below deck towards the room they're keeping Sebastian and Cedric in.

Cedric is sitting in a chair by Sebastian's bed, watching his younger brother sleep, and he doesn't acknowledge Holland as she comes in with more than a look up and back down.

"How is he?" Holland asks, biting her lip as she comes closer, taking the seat next to Cedric. He shakes his head.

"Better than he was," he whispers. "He's lost a lot of blood, and he's got several ribs broken." Sebastian's face is pale, due to blood loss and losing his tan in the dungeon no doubt, and the stark contrast his dark hair provides is startling. She leans forward and brushes his hair out of his face.

"Will he be okay?" she says.

"I hope so," Cedric says, his knuckles white as he grips the side of the bed.

"And you?" Holland says quietly. "Don't blame yourself, Cedric."

"It should have been me," Cedric says, shaking his head as he stares at his brother's face. "Oh god, Holland, you weren't there. I could hear him screaming, and there was nothing I could do."

"Precisely," Holland says, fighting down the bile rising in her throat. "You couldn't have changed it. Neither of you deserved this." On the bed, Sebastian shifts and murmurs something, his eyes blinking open, and Holland smiles at him.

"Hey Holls," Sebastian says quietly. "Nice to see you again. Didn't think I would." Holland can feel something in her heart breaking, and she manages a thin smile, taking his hand gently in hers.

"Don't worry," she says. "We're family. We'll never leave you to them." He smiles back and then his eyes flutter back closed. She sits there for a long time with Cedric, holding Sebastian's hand as he sleeps.

When she finally gets up to go, she goes to the rail of the ship and throws up, then wipes her mouth and takes a deep breath, leaning over the railing and watching the horizon as the sun sets.

From:

katakokk.livejournal.com

Oh god. You have officially broken my heart. POOR SEB. ♥ POOR EVERYONE! The added Adam/Holland was awesome, btw. :)

Awwww, now I want more of Cedric and Sebastian in prison. Or maybe later, when the three (four including Adam?) meet their dad again. And, mayhap, Cecilia? Hmm?

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be-themoon.livejournal.com

(This was hard to write. *sniffs* I wrote part of it while I was at church this morning, and finishing it made me want to sob at parts because SEB.)

It feels like an eternity later when four guards come marching down the hallway, Sebastian between them, more or less carried by them. Cedric runs forward and growls impatiently as the chains on his wrist and foot snap, holding him back.

He can do nothing but watch as they come closer. Sebastian's eyes are barely open and he's not supporting himself at all. One of the guards opens the door to the cell and another shoves Sebastian in. Sebastian's legs crumple as he teeters alone for a moment and then he crashes to the floor in a heap and his eyes roll back and close.

The guards clamp the chains around Sebastian's wrist and ankle and then leave, one of them aiming a last kick at Sebastian's chest.

He's well and truly out when Cedric gets to him, but his pulse is there, if quicker and shallower than Cedric would like.

"Thank god for healer training," Cedric murmurs, and quickly drags over a bucket of water and all three blankets in the cell, forming a bed for Sebastian. His little brother's shirt is covered in patches of dry blood and completely useless, so Cedric takes it off and tries to keep the bile in his throat from coming up at the sight of the bruises and cuts that cover Sebastian's chest and back.

Sebastian comes to a few minutes later while Cedric's cleaning and binding his wounds.

"Hey, Ced," he slurs, and then rolls over onto his side and spits out a mouthful of blood and something that may or may not be tooth. Cedric curses and supports his brother's head as he leans back against the blankets. When he takes his fingers away, they're sticky with blood.

"Oh, god," Cedric whispers. "Oh, Seb, Seb, I'm so sorry." The corners of Seb's mouth twitch in what's probably meant to be a smile, and he grabs Cedric's hand, squeezing it tightly.

"Don't worry," he says. "They won't get me." He makes Cedric meet his gaze, and his green eyes have cleared, strong and vibrant. "I'll be fine," he says, and his mouth obeys his will this time, curving upwards in a smile.

From:

katakokk.livejournal.com

THIS. Oh, this! Oh Seb. And Ced, too. Both of them. Poor dears. *hugs them*

You have officially made me tear up. That's a good thing.

Hmm...how about, like I said before, when they (Ced, Holl (+ Adam), and Seb) meet their dad and Celia again?