Music drabble meme
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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.
My god this was hard work. Fun, though, I highly recommend it. The hardest was the last one, the track only lasts two minutes and eight seconds. These are not drabbles in the strictest sense because I couldn't get them all ironed down to 100 words exactly. Music links are under the cuts too.
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Warnings: UST. Drug abuse/self harmful behaviours. Suicidal ideation. (Yes, I listen to cheerful songs.)
Dragonforce: Trail of Broken Hearts
On Spotify
On Youtube
He walked alone in a world of idiots, people who blundered and wandered and could never touch him. Even Sebastian, loyal and devoted, was not a patch on his intellect. No-one he met, no-one he ever spoke to even came close.
Until him.
Sherlock had pursued him across London, Britain, and Europe. He had been met at every turn, found, discovered, unpicked and unmade. Sherlock and his pet had surveyed his empire, knowing it was destroyed, and had run for cover.
They would not find safety. In this at least Jim could match him, best him. Sherlock may have defeated him... but he would not go into the darkness alone.
The Lord of the Rings Musical: Wonder
On Youtube
Steps came slowly, hesitantly. His right leg continued to buckle long after his left had ceased to do so. His left hand was useless for weeks, however much he tried to make it work.
At night he sat at his window, glaring at the stars, the lights, the bustle of life. His life was gone, held like a breath before the body gave up completely. At thirty-six it was over. It came to everyone, but he had not expected it so soon.
He did not expect that from within that grief a light could spring so brightly that it eclipsed everything that had gone before.
Muse: Unintended
On Spotify
On Youtube
He never intended to fall in love. He was married to his work, ever caught in the thrill and determination of it, working for a better world and personal glory and because he could, and so should. He fought criminals and caught murderers and people called him a hero. Love was not on his radar.
He had not anticipated the gentle man in knitted sweaters who breathed strength and danger and damn near swept him off his feet without batting an eyelid. He was powerful and wonderful and beautiful without knowing it.
And standing next to Sherlock Holmes, Lestrade knew he never stood a chance.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show: Sweet Transvestite
On Spotify
On Youtube
John’s lover was cool, toned, and strong under his expensive suits and tailored shirts. He was beautiful in a classical way, and John adored his defined masculinity as much as he adored anything about him.
But when he saw Sherlock in drag for a case, for some criminal in some club the details of which John’s brain just would not process, the ripple of thrill that ran through his body to centre in his gut was unexpected and utterly amazing.
That evening he made Sherlock keep the corset and stockings on and led him straight to the bedroom without a word.
Garbage: Bleed Like Me
On Spotify
On Youtube
John knew all of Sherlock’s self-destructive habits, and policed them. He checked the flat for cocaine and convinced Sherlock to at least let him monitor so he wouldn’t die accidentally. He waited for him to eat until he could bear it no longer and made thin soups and sweet tea, sat with him stroking his shoulders until he managed a few mouthfuls and was there with a glass of water forty-five minutes later when Sherlock exited the bathroom with a guilty expression.
But if Sherlock noticed the drops of blood on John’s sheets or the used dressings stuffed in the bottom of the bin, he never mentioned it.
Ted Nasmith: To The Sea
Lyrics based on this Tolkien poem
John loved the sea. The movement of the water, grey on blue dancing in a never-ending swirl. The cry of the gulls, the tang of the salt. He loved Beachy Head, even though people associated it with terrible things. And today, he loved it for those terrible things.
Sherlock was gone, lost in the water, and it seemed right to him that he should go the same way.
He thought he heard Sherlock’s voice on the wind, his name, frantic. But Sherlock was dead. Not looking back, he took a step, another, and then began to run for the edge.
The Lord of the Rings Musical: The Song of Hope: Duet
On Youtube
Sherlock watched from a distance, always tracking John. Mycroft helped, sending him CCTV footage and photographs and brief updates that broke his heart because there were so many words he had never said, feared to say, desired to ignore until it was too late. He treasured his memories and the images and thought of the day when he could come back to John, wondered if he would want him back at all.
Sometimes in the photos he thought he saw a spark of hope, the idea that maybe Sherlock wasn’t gone, nestling behind John’s eyes. It was probably just a trick of the light.
Wanted Dead or Alive
On Spotify
On Youtube
Moriarty’s web closed on Sherlock seconds before he could flee. Lestrade was there, glaring daggers and sorrow at him and demanding to know where John was. Now he sat in a cell, cold and tired and hoarse from yelling that it was a set-up, they were playing into Moriarty’s hands.
It was 3.01am when the power went out.
It was 3.07am when he heard yells, crashes, thuds and then nothing.
It was 3.09am when the door to his cell swung open and a shadowy figure appeared framed in the doorway. John reached out a hand to him and together they ran.
Queen: Too Much Love Will Kill You
On Spotify
On Youtube
Mary was waiting for him when he got home. He was flushed and exhausted from chasing yet another criminal through dingy streets. He was still smiling when he slipped into the bedroom, but he saw her there with her wedding ring in her hand and knew what she was going to ask.
He couldn’t choose. Please. He couldn’t choose.
Mary nodded, brushing away a tear as she picked up her bag and walked out. He picked up his phone to call Sherlock, hesitated, hurled it away to shatter against the wall and curled in on himself in the corner, weeping bitterly.
Underworld: Come Scientist Destroy
On 4shared (but buy the album, it's awesome).
NB This has no lyrics. It's the final scene in the Danny Boyle production of Frankenstein.
They were one and the same, Moriarty and Sherlock. Two sides, one coin. By the end they knew one another well enough to be able to speak each other’s sentences, with each other’s inflections, so that they seemed almost psychic. Neither had believed the other would beat him, and neither was quite good enough to get the upper hand long enough to win. And so their conflict drove them over land and sea, to Europe and beyond, one pursuing and one pursued, but neither certain which.
On and on they drove, for there was nothing left for them but each other.
glorfinniel1. 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.
My god this was hard work. Fun, though, I highly recommend it. The hardest was the last one, the track only lasts two minutes and eight seconds. These are not drabbles in the strictest sense because I couldn't get them all ironed down to 100 words exactly. Music links are under the cuts too.
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Warnings: UST. Drug abuse/self harmful behaviours. Suicidal ideation. (Yes, I listen to cheerful songs.)
Dragonforce: Trail of Broken Hearts
On Spotify
On Youtube
He walked alone in a world of idiots, people who blundered and wandered and could never touch him. Even Sebastian, loyal and devoted, was not a patch on his intellect. No-one he met, no-one he ever spoke to even came close.
Until him.
Sherlock had pursued him across London, Britain, and Europe. He had been met at every turn, found, discovered, unpicked and unmade. Sherlock and his pet had surveyed his empire, knowing it was destroyed, and had run for cover.
They would not find safety. In this at least Jim could match him, best him. Sherlock may have defeated him... but he would not go into the darkness alone.
The Lord of the Rings Musical: Wonder
On Youtube
Steps came slowly, hesitantly. His right leg continued to buckle long after his left had ceased to do so. His left hand was useless for weeks, however much he tried to make it work.
At night he sat at his window, glaring at the stars, the lights, the bustle of life. His life was gone, held like a breath before the body gave up completely. At thirty-six it was over. It came to everyone, but he had not expected it so soon.
He did not expect that from within that grief a light could spring so brightly that it eclipsed everything that had gone before.
Muse: Unintended
On Spotify
On Youtube
He never intended to fall in love. He was married to his work, ever caught in the thrill and determination of it, working for a better world and personal glory and because he could, and so should. He fought criminals and caught murderers and people called him a hero. Love was not on his radar.
He had not anticipated the gentle man in knitted sweaters who breathed strength and danger and damn near swept him off his feet without batting an eyelid. He was powerful and wonderful and beautiful without knowing it.
And standing next to Sherlock Holmes, Lestrade knew he never stood a chance.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show: Sweet Transvestite
On Spotify
On Youtube
John’s lover was cool, toned, and strong under his expensive suits and tailored shirts. He was beautiful in a classical way, and John adored his defined masculinity as much as he adored anything about him.
But when he saw Sherlock in drag for a case, for some criminal in some club the details of which John’s brain just would not process, the ripple of thrill that ran through his body to centre in his gut was unexpected and utterly amazing.
That evening he made Sherlock keep the corset and stockings on and led him straight to the bedroom without a word.
Garbage: Bleed Like Me
On Spotify
On Youtube
John knew all of Sherlock’s self-destructive habits, and policed them. He checked the flat for cocaine and convinced Sherlock to at least let him monitor so he wouldn’t die accidentally. He waited for him to eat until he could bear it no longer and made thin soups and sweet tea, sat with him stroking his shoulders until he managed a few mouthfuls and was there with a glass of water forty-five minutes later when Sherlock exited the bathroom with a guilty expression.
But if Sherlock noticed the drops of blood on John’s sheets or the used dressings stuffed in the bottom of the bin, he never mentioned it.
Ted Nasmith: To The Sea
Lyrics based on this Tolkien poem
John loved the sea. The movement of the water, grey on blue dancing in a never-ending swirl. The cry of the gulls, the tang of the salt. He loved Beachy Head, even though people associated it with terrible things. And today, he loved it for those terrible things.
Sherlock was gone, lost in the water, and it seemed right to him that he should go the same way.
He thought he heard Sherlock’s voice on the wind, his name, frantic. But Sherlock was dead. Not looking back, he took a step, another, and then began to run for the edge.
The Lord of the Rings Musical: The Song of Hope: Duet
On Youtube
Sherlock watched from a distance, always tracking John. Mycroft helped, sending him CCTV footage and photographs and brief updates that broke his heart because there were so many words he had never said, feared to say, desired to ignore until it was too late. He treasured his memories and the images and thought of the day when he could come back to John, wondered if he would want him back at all.
Sometimes in the photos he thought he saw a spark of hope, the idea that maybe Sherlock wasn’t gone, nestling behind John’s eyes. It was probably just a trick of the light.
Wanted Dead or Alive
On Spotify
On Youtube
Moriarty’s web closed on Sherlock seconds before he could flee. Lestrade was there, glaring daggers and sorrow at him and demanding to know where John was. Now he sat in a cell, cold and tired and hoarse from yelling that it was a set-up, they were playing into Moriarty’s hands.
It was 3.01am when the power went out.
It was 3.07am when he heard yells, crashes, thuds and then nothing.
It was 3.09am when the door to his cell swung open and a shadowy figure appeared framed in the doorway. John reached out a hand to him and together they ran.
Queen: Too Much Love Will Kill You
On Spotify
On Youtube
Mary was waiting for him when he got home. He was flushed and exhausted from chasing yet another criminal through dingy streets. He was still smiling when he slipped into the bedroom, but he saw her there with her wedding ring in her hand and knew what she was going to ask.
He couldn’t choose. Please. He couldn’t choose.
Mary nodded, brushing away a tear as she picked up her bag and walked out. He picked up his phone to call Sherlock, hesitated, hurled it away to shatter against the wall and curled in on himself in the corner, weeping bitterly.
Underworld: Come Scientist Destroy
On 4shared (but buy the album, it's awesome).
NB This has no lyrics. It's the final scene in the Danny Boyle production of Frankenstein.
They were one and the same, Moriarty and Sherlock. Two sides, one coin. By the end they knew one another well enough to be able to speak each other’s sentences, with each other’s inflections, so that they seemed almost psychic. Neither had believed the other would beat him, and neither was quite good enough to get the upper hand long enough to win. And so their conflict drove them over land and sea, to Europe and beyond, one pursuing and one pursued, but neither certain which.
On and on they drove, for there was nothing left for them but each other.
