A/N – This series of quick one-offs were written in response to the songfic meme on swooping_is_bad.
Here are the official rules for reference. I bent them, liberally, mostly because I was using the concept as a distraction while working on other things, and I couldn't afford that kind of constant focus. Last time I checked, there was no Meme Police. If you've read my other postings, you'll know that short is HARD for me!
Meme Rules:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Hope you enjoy!
Mother in the Night
Song:
Hard Candy – Counting Crows
Time expands and then contracts
When you are spinning
In the grips of someone
Who is not an ordinary girl
And when you sleep
You find your mother in the night
But she stays just out of sight
So there isn't any sweetness in the dreaming
And when you wake the morning covers you with light
And it makes you feel alright
But it's just the same hard candy
You're remembering again
He stood before Uldred, his possessed form impossibly large and hideous. Shield and sword seemed to have little effect. After what feels like an eternity of laying harmless blows on his demented husk, the surroundings change. Alistair no longer finds himself at the top of the Circle Tower, but deep underground. He realizes, in that way that things just click into place and make sense in dreams, he's in Ortan Thaig. The abomination still stands before him, but it looks different. Sounds different. Its screams are more high pitched, and it seems to be fighting itself rather than trying to fight him. Then, with a flash of light, the creature is gone. Crumpled on the floor is a dark haired elf clutching an oddly glowing mage's staff. Out of the corners of his vision, several figures seem to awaken from the detritus of bleached bones scattered about the room. His half-brother Cailan approaches the elf… wait. Is that Cailan? He's not sure, but dream faces and names don't always match reality. Dream Cailan helps the woman to her feet. Suddenly, as if he realizes he's being watched, his head snaps up and he looks at Alistair, his eyes searing through him.
The look on Dream Cailan's face shocked him out of the Fade and back into the world of the living.
Morning light shines through the window of their shared chambers. When they had moved into the castle at Amaranthine, Neria had specifically picked these rooms to be theirs. She said it was to ensure that the sunrise would wake them every morning so as not to let any of their days slip away from them. And yet, she still slumbered in the bed next to them, oblivious to her surroundings. Her staff, as always, leaned against the wall next to her side of the bed, within easy reach. Alistair bent down and kissed the tip of her elven ear. "Time to wake up, my love," he whispered.
