Music Is The Link
Disclaimer: My Dark Angel ownership extends only to the DVD boxsets.
Summary: 'All deep things are song'. A series of drabbles/ficlets set to a random playlist of songs. Some general, but surprisingly (not), mostly M/A.
Notes: So, on my LJ, I saw a meme that said you had to pick a fandom, then shuffle through your music player for 10 songs, and write drabbles for that fandom relating to each one. This is basically the result of that meme, except my pieces aren't drabbles. A couple are quite short, but for the most part, they're all a bit longer. Also, I was going to provide lyric links incase you were unfamiliar with any of the songs, just so you could get a better idea of how each piece related to them, but since FF is ghey about links, I can't. They're all available on SongMeanings, though, if you're interested!
The first song was This Place Is A Prison by The Postal Service.
This Place Is A Prison
He stood behind the chain-link fence, face void of any emotion, but a look of longing clear in his hazel-green eyes as he stared through the gaps at the open city beyond. It had been three weeks since that fateful moment on the roof, three weeks since a certain strong-headed brunette had openly made a stand for herself and the countless others like her, transgenics and transhumans alike, three weeks since they'd essentially announced to the world "here we are, take a good look and get used to it, 'cos we're not hiding anymore". He'd felt a strange sense of hope at the time, believing that maybe it was possible for their entire race to survive out in the open, claim their freedom and live like actual people, but now...he wasn't too convinced. Every day since then had been spent behind the looming steel barrier, pacing back and forth like animals stuck in a cage, constantly on edge and just waiting – for what, no-one was quite sure, but it wasn't difficult to work out that the possibility of a military attack was at the forefront of everyone's minds. And then what would they do?
He was restless. He felt cornered, and trapped. And worse still, he really wanted a shot of hard liquor.
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