#wtscprompt3

[believeinfayte]

Time: February 14th, 11:50pm

Where: Fayte House Hold

You found me When no one else was lookin' How did you know just where I would be? Yeah, you broke through All of my confusion The ups and the downs And you still didn't leave I guess that you saw what nobody could see You found me You found me

Lacey had gotten back from her 'date' with Garrett, it wasn't bad. But it was simply... unsatisfactory and it didn't help that she spent the entire date thinking about how the next night would go. Or hoping Carlyle was enjoying himself. But not more so than he would on their date...she wanted him to have a nice time... not decide there were better out there. Of course, something in her heart told her that wouldn't happen. Something was telling her neither of them would find better, and especially not on these blind dates.

She smiled faintly to herself at the thought of that, she liked that idea. That perhaps, the one thing she'd always trusted, always helped fall into place... perhaps it had plans for her too. And not just a guardian. But enjoying life, and falling in love. Doing all the things she'd seen mortals do but could never quite bring herself to try. The Fates were too busy. They were always too busy. She didn't have time for things like wooing and love before now.

She sat down at her desk that was in the corner of her room. Brushing aside some papers she'd brought home to read over and a name at the top of one couldn't help but make her smile. It was for a case she'd finished now, but hadn't yet put away. Attorney: Carlyle Jones. Oh the number of times she'd seen that on a page...  it had never made her smile, not in the manner she was now. She'd been pleased to work with Carlyle of course, he was one of the best lawyers in town and easily her favorite to work with because he got the job done.

But it never gave her butterflies. Or make her pause just to think back to watching him play the piano. Or the way he'd been looking at her when she left the other night. Or how she missed his hand in hers. It never left her wondering how he felt about her, she'd never cared. She'd enjoyed speaking with him, but how he felt about her personally had never mattered. She'd known she was good at her job and she was convinced he, at least valued her for that.

Now she hoped her feelings weren't misplaced, and though she could see easily, the way he treated her, and the fact that he asked her on a date. It was some misplaced nerves that made her worry. 

She'd never felt vulnerable before.

She'd never let anyone close, not anyone aside from her sisters. Who would never hurt her.

She'd never thought about love.

Was it love? She frozen where she was in stacking the papers and set them back on the desk.

Was it? She let sighed as her heart thudded against her chest. Could it be? They'd only been... not following routine for a day... but she'd known him so much longer. She knew the things that everyone found out in the process of falling in love. The ups and the downs, the good and the bad. Sure they hadn't been as close as they'd been recently. But Lacey didn't need to be.

She was the fate of the past, she saw everything that had been. Each moment that had come to pass.

And she was in love with Carlyle Jones.

[he-who-wants-a-castle]

What Is Love? || Prompt #3

Time: March 7th, 2014

Location: Eugene Flynn's Apartment

After Silena found out about his secondary way of earning money and the argument that ensued, the man realized something he'd never thought of before: She was literally her only close friend. What's more, every single one of his past relationships seemed to have never been based on friendship or anything of the sort. It was either a business deal with the underdog, betraying someone or getting laid after going to clubs.

While he usually considered all that like something fun, the recent events got him thinking about them in a different light. In fact, another, now pressing issue came up: Would he ever be able to keep up with a romantic relationship, being how he is?

Eugene let out a deep breath and laid on his side, his eyes openly staring at the untidy bedroom. Silena was right. What he did was doubtlessly bad, and it'd only keep getting in the way of everything else. But, strangely enough to him, the question about being able to be in a romantic relationship was suddenly what bothered him. He didn't even know anyone who would be able to fit the part, but it just... bothered him.

He had to change things around if he wanted to get past the point he currently was at. One night stands were wonderful, but everything made him wonder what else was down the road for him.

[whenthesmokeclears-rpg]

Writing Prompt - March 2014

Hello all, it’s time for the writing prompt of the month, since this was delayed, you are not required to do both this and March, but choose one or the other and do it on at least one of your characters. It’ll help with character development and getting to know how you play your character.

WOW! It's St.Patty's day and your character has just caught a leprechaun!! They now have three wishes! Do they use one to get the pot of gold? Do they take the fourth wish and accidentally ruin all their other wishes?

(See Rules on Catching a Leprechaun here)

You can interpret this prompt however you like! Write it in whatever manner you like.

Please Remember to Tag With:

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The Layout for prompts is:

Obviously the time and location are subjective to which prompt you’re writing. The lyrics are optional but I find them fun. And place the drabble under a read more so it doesn’t clog the dash or the tag with a long post.

[watchyourwishes]

Accidentally in Love - Prompt 3

Time: February 14, 11:50 pm

Where: Carlyle's house

Come on, come on, 

Move a little Closer.

Come on, come on,

I want to hear you whisper.

Come on, come on,

Settle down inside my love

Accidentally in love

Making his way to the kitchen Carlyle was struck with the realization that he hadn't actually written anything in 10 years let alone for anyone. But Lacey had inspired his desire to compose so strongly that he had to get the song down on paper! Pouring himself some wine Carlyle sat to think about the full weight of the situation. 

In less than a day he would be on a date, a date, and he was actually looking forward to it! Ever since lunch the day before Carlyle had been trying to not only understand his feelings but to put them into words. He still couldn't. All he knew was that he loved being around the middle Fayte. She made him happy in a way he hadn't ever been, not really. She made him want to be the best he could be and she made him want to hold on to her and never let go.

I love her. Thought hit him so hard Carlyle knocked his glass over and wine spilled everywhere. "Dammit!" He grumbled grabbing paper towels to clean it up with. It was true though. Nothing else could explain the way she made his heart pound and his words seize up in his throat and not to mention the music. This was love. He had somehow fallen in love with her and god he hoped she loved him too.

[thisismy-lullaby]

Love is Sacrifice || Prompt #3

Time: 1994, 19 years ago

Location: Storybrooke, The Rabbit Hole

Love is war.

It's the need to dominate and possess. To feel the other tremble beneath you, wonder and fear flashing in their eyes as you stand over them. As you break them. Bring out an inner beast. Love is a fight.

It was the first lesson she learned from Saxon. She loved him. The way he stood tall. The conniving glint in his eyes. They way he could be tender and gentle, then bold and brash the next. He was unpredictable, and Zyra learnt to crave it. To be in his presence, it was a true adrenaline rush. He was cruel.

Oh so cruel.

Oh so perfect.

A quick snip, and the camera's died out.

It was war. It was pain. It was death. That was love, what she'd do for him. She adored him to such an extent, she'd help him kill. It was the ultimate test. Zyra could hear them, Saxon. Her Saxon. The brilliant tyrant who deserved it all. And his brother. She'd help him kill, if only to prove herself. Once the voices died out, Zyra continued her way out. There would be no witnesses. No evidence. Nothing, but her sacrifice for Saxon's career. For his rightful place.

It had worked. Murdock was dead, and Zyra was pregnant with the new heir.

A son.

But not to standard. He wasn't right. He wasn't... perfect. He wasn't what Saxon desired.

She saw it in his eye the day he met Nigel. The disappointment. She failed.

Another came, and another failure. Victoria.. she wasn't enough. She wasn't male. 

They tried.

And tried.

And something wasn't quiet right.

Love is a power struggle. Glasses thrown across rooms as biting words scarred the other. Teeth and nails. Fists and bruises. And still, she loved him. Because the fighting brought out something she tried to hide away. A beast, hungry for pain. To scar. To kill. It was satisfying, and it always ended the same. A bite turned into a kiss. Scratches turned to red markings down his back.

And still.. it didn't work.

She didn't fall this time.

No matter how many fights she weathered. How many bites she left on his throat. She never bore him another child. Sooner or later, he'd move on. She was replaceable. But he wasn't. She loved him. She loved him..

As the storm whipped, Zyra ducked into a pub, retreating to the heat. It was quiet, and barely a sole in sight. But someone took pity on her, a glass of beer set in front of her. When she inquired about it, the bartender pointed her in the direction of a stranger. He was.. handsome. There were similarities between him and Saxon. He wasn't the same, he didn't have the presence of Saxon. He wasn't intimidating. He wasn't brash. He wasn't.. desirable. He didn't make her blood run cold and boil it all in one. He wasn't Saxon.

But maybe.. maybe he'd do.

Love is sacrifice.

It's putting the needs of one over the other.

It's killing when the other needed.

It's following orders when the other commanded.

It's baring a child, when the other needed an heir.

Taking the drink, she slid in the chair across the man, offering a sultry smile. "Hello."

She's sacrifice everything for him.

Because that was love.

[graygisbourne]

Te Amo - Prompt #3

Time: 3:30 am

Where: Gray's House - Storybrooke, Maine

If this isn't love, then winter is a summer, If this isn't love, my heart needs a plumber I'm swinging on stars, I'm riding on rainbows, I'm busting with bliss and I'll kiss your hand if this isn't love.

He had gotten home early that night, but despite that Gray hadn't gone to bed early. It was around three in the morning before the man finally fell asleep, and that was only after watching two or three boring movies for lack of a better thing to do, as well as cooking himself supper. At some point in the night he had also put his phone in his sock drawer. Vaisey hadn't been bothering him, but Gray had continuously found himself holding the device, his finger hovering over the call button, a certain woman on his mind.

Eventually he had collapsed in bed, too tired to stay awake and debate whether or not he was allowed to call her at this time of night. They were standing outside the club, just like they always did on nights when Penelope was working. The idea of Penelope walking home in the cold at ungodly hours of the morning bothered Gray since he had first learned that she didn't have a car. But instead of getting in the car, they stood there, and Gray reached over and took Penelope's hand, bringing it to his lips. "I hope you didn't suffer too much tonight." he muttered, looking up at her, "But you're free now."

"You saved me." Penelope giggled.

Gray shook his head, straightening up, though he still held her hand. "Your shift just ended." he chuckled, using his free hand to reach into his coat pocket for the keys so he could unlock the car, "Why? Was it so bad you needed saving? You could have called me."

"I could have?" she smiled at him, placing her hand over his, "I thought you also worked." She took a step closer to him, "Isn't that kind of important?"

He just shook his head in response, "Of course you could have. I'd leave early in a heartbeat, if you needed me." He took both her hands in his, squeezing them gently, "I love you."

With that, Gray woke up with a start, sitting up so quickly that he got a head rush. "What was that, Gisbourne..." he muttered, massaging his temples as he tried to figure out why he had a dream like that. "Of course you don't love her. You just met her..." Besides, he couldn't love people. He had lost the ability to after his mother died. "Right?"

It wasn't like him to be so conflicted. Of course she was beautiful. Anyone could see that Penelope was a goddess. And she was sweet. And kind. She made him smile, and laugh. No one had succeeded in making him happy in years. He hadn't even remembered what that was, until he had met her. "But love?" he asked the empty room, pulling his blanket up around him, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, unable to see if he was hot or cold.

Do I love her? His eyes widened, and he bit his lip. He couldn't get her out of his mind, he was sure of that. And holding her, even though she had been a crying mess when he had, made his heart swell. He couldn't stand to see her cry though, the thought of someone hurting her... it... it made him sick. He wanted to protect her but- Shit. "I love her..." he whispered into the dark room. His beautiful, amazing, gentle, sweet Penelope. He loved her.

"I love you." he repeated, eyes falling shut as he realized what a predicament he was in. If this wasn't love... It certainly wasn't obsession like it had been with Marian. Love... "I love you."