[Fic Fragment] Meetings and Choices

[gorsecloud]

Sometimes I get what I call a fic "fragment". Essentially, it's a short flash of a scene - an action, a bit of dialogue - but not much else. Sometimes I'll have the time to expand on a fragment into a full-on onehsot (Sacrifices started out as a fragment), other times I don't, and it'll just become a little ficlet.

This one is of the latter variety, inspired by the trailer yesterday.

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The glow of the stained glass floor lights up their faces, both of them waiting though neither knows for what.

He watches her as they sit there, feeling confused and curious. She'd been here when he'd arrived, only a few minutes - or was it hours? - ago. He'd been here before, once or twice that he can remember, but he can't remember ever meeting anyone here before - except perhaps, a dream of a shadow of a memory from so long ago.

What with everything he's learned, all the doubts he has, he can't help but ask.

"That guy, from earlier. He said there were hearts trapped inside mine." Memories that belonged to others, feelings that weren't his. Is she one of the ones, sleeping in sorrow?

"Are you one of them?"

She turns, wide-eyed and astonished, her face flickering rapidly through pain and grief and something more tender. But her eyes are on him when she finally answers, her voice firm. "No. This is something I chose."

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May eventually do something with it, though probably not much more than an extension of the current conversation.

Comments

[hickumu]

Aw, I thought I was the only one who suffered from getting those. I call 'em "bitets", after Spike's nickname for Dawn in BTVS. I don't know where I got that from, though. And I always tell myself some day I'll try to turn 'em into real fics, but it doesn't always work out that way.

They are just...refreshing to write, though, aren't they?

[gorsecloud]

I wouldn't call it suffering though. I love being filled with inspiration for an idea - any idea: original or fan-based or what. ... the only exception is when I'm currently overwhelmed by other obligations and can't give it the attention I feel it would need (like this one, because of the stuff I outlined in my last post).

And yes, they are. I love the feeling of just... words hitting the page and almost just coming of their own accord. When I just feel like I'm a conduit for the words, rather than having to come up with them.

[hickumu]

I call it suffering mostly because I never get them into full stories. On the other hand, it's an interesting perspective change - sort of redefining what a beginning and ending need to constitute. Sometimes "in medias res" is fun!

But that, that is the best part. It's such a pick-me-up after a long writer's block, the feeling that you've still got the juice there. God, I just made a document for 'em and filled it up with fifty pages worth. My own little bitlet space~.