10 drabbles meme
Dec. 26th, 2006 12:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
arqueeteOne Short Day – Wicked
The city hadn't changed. The same unsavory aura it emanated coming off the plane remained, but now... Now it felt different. Dangerous, thrilling... forbidden. The chains that previously held Florence to the burden that was Freddie Trumper had melted away and suddenly, on another man's arm, it seemed like the world around her shifted into something new and exciting.
Though... something gnawed at her, a sickening feeling... Guilt? Worry?
That, however, was the beauty of Bangkok. For that one day, she could drown those fears in the dark culture of the city and forget about tomorrow. And she intended to.
Think of Me – Phantom of the Opera
When their skin touched or their eyes met it had felt like eternity was before them. But, even in those moments that felt endless, they knew... There was no future. Not for them.
Anatoly was haunted by the consequences now. The question haunted him: is it better to have loved and lost, or to never have loved at all?
He had made a choice then, thinking he knew what he was getting himself into. Now, when all was said and done...
As he thought back at what he was leaving, the answer was still clear.
He would always choose love.
Guernica – Brand New
She was always running. Florence ran to try and get ahead of Freddie before he could cause trouble; Florence ran to keep up as his manipulative mind ran circles around her.
But, she kept running. No one else seemed to care about Freddie, not beyond what they could get from him. It seemed, sometimes, that they even tried to ruin him -- tried to reverse all the work Florence did to keep his career in check. She told herself she couldn't see Freddie surviving without her.
In the end, however, she knew... it was her she could not see without him.
Gone – Switchfoot
Perhaps Florence could've had success of her own. Perhaps she could know a little of Freddie's success herself. However, she thought she knew what it was that seperated them.
Ambition. Obsession.
From the other side of the board she saw him falling apart. Perhaps it was cowardly of her, but it made Florence feel better. She wouldn't know that kind of failure, not as long as she wasn't like him, didn't risk everything on one goal.
But, then, she looked at the man on her side of the board and she realized...
Perhaps she was wrong about herself after all.
Dare You To Move – Switchfoot
It seemed like it should be an easy choice, an obvious choice.
Florence leaned her forehead against the railing of the hotel staircase. She had walked out on Freddie tonight, not for the first time, but this time... she wasn't sure she was coming back. Florence was a person who liked to be prepared, organized. This she could never be prepared for. Honestly... It frightened her.
The choice was simple – stay, or go. She considered her options, the factors that brought her to this choice, but she knew the decision was already clear, waiting for her to make it.
Go.
Suddenly Seymour – Little Shop of Horrors
Nothing was ever good enough for Freddie Trumper. Only victory. Of course, never Florence.
She didn't understand. She thought she had figured out those quirks of Freddie's, had come to understand how they made a person a champion as he was. But, here she was, with a man just as successful but seemingly defying the rules.
Florence was only beginning to break apart Anatoly but it was already clear that in him, somehow, the neuroticism she had attributed to success was absent. Somehow, Anatoly was both a champion and... a person.
In Anatoly's eyes, finally, Florence could be good enough.
Hallucination – Labyrinth Soundtrack
It felt like a dream to Florence. Days passed by; hours slipped between their fingers. She never felt entirely there, as though she were watching herself through outside eyes. She knew it couldn't last and she fought to stay awake and be there in those moments while she had them... but they just kept on dreaming the time away.
Florence found, though, that she didn't miss reality all that much. It wasn't good to live in illusions, she knew, the way they lived in this illusion of love conquering all. But, for the moment, it didn't seem all that bad.
Music of the Night – The Phantom of the Opera
Somehow, that night on top of the mountain, Florence let her inhibitions slip away. She was angry with Freddie, sure, but she still had an obligation to him – to the Americans, even. Yet, somehow, comforted by the shadows the night cast on her doubts, Florence let herself betray them.
He was charming, he was polite. In that short span of time he seemed to care more, to converse better, than Freddie ever had in the seven years Florence had known him. But... He was their competition and a near stranger. Yet, eased by the shadows, Florence let herself give in.
Geeks In Love – Lemon Demon
It was almost funny, in a twisted sort of way. In the back of his mind somewhere Freddie recalled someone joking, probably about he and Florence, that chess was a kind of metaphor for sex. And here he was, the chess champion, and Anatoly, his opponent... Freddie, however, wasn't laughing.
This was a rather cruel punishment, wasn't it? And Freddie wasn't even entirely sure what he was being punished for. He lost Florence, the woman who kept him together... and then, apparently, he lost his mind, because here he was lusting after the very man who took her from him.
Sunset Boulevard – Sunset Boulevard
Walter didn't really see set backs, wins and losses, or tried not to. He saw only opportunities and how to take advantage of them.
Did he enjoy his work? Enjoy wasn't really the word. Walter wasn't entirely sure how he got where he was, in the position he was, but he had learned the tricks of this trade and he knew he had a skill here.
Sometimes, alone with this thoughts, Walter wished he had the ignorance and naivety of the people he controlled. But, now that he seen things from this position, he knew to be grateful he didn't.
