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anythingbutgrey) wrote2012-06-05 07:10 pm
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By Fairest Blood - A Snow White and the Huntsman Comment Ficathon
(yeah yeah)
By Fairest Blood - A Snow White and the Huntsman Comment Ficathon
Welcome to By Fairest Blood, a comment ficathon for SWATH. Some quick guidelines:
What can I prompt and how do I do so?
You can prompt whatever you want that pertains to SWATH. That means pre-canon, post-canon, intra-canon, AUs, RPF — the world is your fanfiction oyster. Want to selectively erase certain aspects of canon from your memory? Go right ahead.
Prompts should contain the following format:
Characters/Ship (optional) - Timeline (optional) - Prompt (which may be a song lyric, quote, etc., but is not optional)
In other words, you can leave a character and/or a ship, and/or a timeline, which are optional, and a prompt, which is not. If you want, you can just leave a set of song lyrics and see what people do with them. If you want, you can just leave a timeline with those lyrics, or a just a character, or all three.
How do I respond?
There are no restrictions in terms of word count, format, tense, point of view, etc. Please title all of your response fics as such in bold at the top of your comment (make sure to close the bold tag!) since LJ took out comment titles because they're dumb:
Title - Character/Ship - Timeline
Presumably, your fics will contain these three things even if they weren't in the prompt. You can also fill prompts that have already been filled. If something speaks to you, as it were, it doesn't matter if there's already fic for it. You can write your own.
How do I promote?
Tumblr post if you want to promote there
Promotion link with image:
Other banners:
by me
by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yon_lougawou
If you feel inspired to make a banner of your own, feel free to link to it in the questions/comments thread below and I'll add it up here.
Text link:
By Fairest Blood - A Snow White and the Huntsman Comment Ficathon
Welcome to By Fairest Blood, a comment ficathon for SWATH. Some quick guidelines:
What can I prompt and how do I do so?
You can prompt whatever you want that pertains to SWATH. That means pre-canon, post-canon, intra-canon, AUs, RPF — the world is your fanfiction oyster. Want to selectively erase certain aspects of canon from your memory? Go right ahead.
Prompts should contain the following format:
Characters/Ship (optional) - Timeline (optional) - Prompt (which may be a song lyric, quote, etc., but is not optional)
In other words, you can leave a character and/or a ship, and/or a timeline, which are optional, and a prompt, which is not. If you want, you can just leave a set of song lyrics and see what people do with them. If you want, you can just leave a timeline with those lyrics, or a just a character, or all three.
How do I respond?
There are no restrictions in terms of word count, format, tense, point of view, etc. Please title all of your response fics as such in bold at the top of your comment (make sure to close the bold tag!) since LJ took out comment titles because they're dumb:
Title - Character/Ship - Timeline
Presumably, your fics will contain these three things even if they weren't in the prompt. You can also fill prompts that have already been filled. If something speaks to you, as it were, it doesn't matter if there's already fic for it. You can write your own.
How do I promote?
Tumblr post if you want to promote there
Promotion link with image:
Other banners:
by me
by
yon_lougawouIf you feel inspired to make a banner of your own, feel free to link to it in the questions/comments thread below and I'll add it up here.
Text link:
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you can’t break that which isn’t yours
The first night they realise the royal bed lies empty the horses cry in the stables, the guards flow from the tower like a low-flying flock of ravens against the flagstones and the huntsman awaits the summons. It doesn’t disappoint.
They think they can bind her to a building of rocks.
‘So track her,’ says the duke. The princeling stands feet behind his father with a raised eyebrow.
Eric feels his feet sink into the newly-grown spring grass of the courtyard and throws the uneaten apple to William. ‘You think she is only your Queen. That’s a mistake.’
‘A mistake?’ The Duke’s voice rises shrill in the thin air of the night.
Eric exits the courtyard. ‘Not your first.’
He looks back as he passes the arch. William’s head has fallen as he sits below the apple tree and Eric sees a smile tugging at its edges as the Duke paces.
*
‘You should have been a thief,’ Eric says as he steps into the clearing.
From below a wilder tree than the castle has given her, the queen grins.
Eric sits on a log next to her and plucks at the grass.
‘You think the throne wasted on me?’
‘Only think what riches you could pilfer with the ivy so friendly,’ he replies, sliding down so that his back is against the fallen log.
‘The quietest of my jesters.’ Snow raises her hand and the ivy follows. ‘Here.’
He follows her eyes as the green as dark as ink follows her gesture to bind itself to his log. ‘My jokes aren’t for the court. You’ve been practicing.’
Her lips curve. He raises an eyebrow as the green vines find his sleeve.
‘How do you like my workroom?’
She meets his eyes then. He gives the clearing an appraising look, slowly, as the vines form patterns across his bicep. They don’t tighten, curving over the folds of the rough leather like a hills in a landscape. Looking away, he can’t feel them.
He could break the vines if he moved quickly enough.
‘It suits you well,’ he replies and means it. The grass is lush to the touch. The trees arch together around Snow like the supporting arches of the castle hall. It’s not the fairy glade but it is the greenest clearing in the still-dark kingdom. He likes it better. It speaks of a seed, not a hoard.
‘I’ve been practicing,’ his queen says in the silence. ‘They want me to read her books. To know her power. They don’t-’
It’s the first time he hears her express scorn. I have seen what she sees. I can kill her.
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‘What power do you want?’ He raises a hand as the vines find the cuff of his jacket and start on his hand. He feels that - even when he looks away.
‘I don’t know yet,’ Snow answers. Her fingers spread and sink into the grass. Birds call.
He lifts his hand and the vines thread between the blades of grass to return to her.
‘They’d rather I sleep in a bed of furs,’ she says, eyes on the stars above the canopy.
He feels a tug on the vines crossing his palm and leans forward to follow it until the tips of his fingers press hers.
Her palm snaps flat to his and with a warrior’s reflexes, she sits, moves and puts a thigh on either side of his. She tilts her head and looks at him like a curiosity. He notices the fine wear of the court cut off at the knees - knees pressed into the grass.
‘The land seems to like you sleeping where you are,’ Eric answers and swallows.
‘The land,’ Snow repeats. She smiles and pushes her hair back behind her ear and waits with her eyes on him. Eric reaches with one vine-covered hand to do the same for the other ear. He presses a thumb against her cheek as his hand drops.
‘It’s yours, is it not?’
Snow doesn’t answer. She places a hand on his shoulder with a deliberate frown and pushes his shoulder back against the curve of the log. Her eyes are on her own hand against his shoulder. That same hand slides up to his neck and he feels her thumb against his throat.
‘Two weeks ago I had a room in a tower and a filthy mattress,’ Snow says quietly and stills. Her eyes glance up from her hand to meet his. ‘Now, they tell me so many things are mine.’
Eric feels the grin come unbidden and tangles his hand with hers in the grass. ‘They aren’t wrong about everything.’
She moves his hand to her waist and pulls him towards her.
END.
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