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Thursday - the supernatural

Wow, where did this week go?

Thank you to everyone for making my hosting duties such fun and I hope you guys enjoyed the ride!

For my final theme of the week, I'm going to indulge myself a bit and open up the theme to all things that are supernatural/unexplained/go bump in the night. This can mean vampires and werewolves or ouija boards and magicians... you are only limited by your imagination. If it is unexplained, mythical or magical, then its fair game today.

As always, any fandom, pairing or grouping are welcome, just please be kind and format your prompts correctly.

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

Some examples of todays theme might be:

Leverage, Eliot/authors choice, gypsy curse
RPS, JDM/Christian Kane, siren song

Finally, if nothing strikes your fancy in today's theme, there are always the Lonely Prompt indexes waiting for some love and affection.

Thank you again for a great week and happy prompting!

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dreamsofspike
May. 6th, 2009 04:02 am (UTC)
There's no outward sign to betray Mitchell's secret -- but George doesn't need one.

He watches for any sign -- a slight flinch, an intake of breath -- as he slips up behind Mitchell and places a gentle hand on his shoulder; but there is none. Mitchell remains perfectly still, staring out the window at nothing.

"What is it, Mitchell?" George asks softly. "What's the matter?"

Mitchell looks up at him, and there's something lost in his eyes -- but it's barely visible behind his bright, nearly natural smile. He shakes his head, pure innocence.

"Nothing. What do you mean?"

"Mitchell..." George lowers his voice, glancing around for any signs that Annie might be listening before meeting his friend's eyes again. "... I can tell. I can... can smell it."

Mitchell looks away, swallowing hard, one trembling hand rising to cover his face as he draws in a sharp breath. There's no sense hiding these signs anymore if George already knows.

"What are you afraid of?" George presses gently.

Mitchell's voice is nearly a sob as he confesses, "Myself. George... I've done something... something awful. I don't think I can... can control it..."

George sits down beside him, putting a supportive arm around him and listening as Mitchell confesses his crime against the girl he thought might be the one -- Lauren. George is worried, but relieved that Mitchell opened up to him.

And he wouldn't have, if George hadn't been able to tell that something was wrong.

George begins to think that maybe there's an upside to this curse of his.
jemzamia
May. 6th, 2009 03:32 pm (UTC)
Aww, poor Mitchell. Thanks for this :)
dreamsofspike
May. 6th, 2009 05:11 pm (UTC)
glad you liked it, love :) thanx :)

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