broadsword_babe: (Miranda (Victorian Elegance))
The idea shamelessly ganked from here.

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.


Winter Wonderland ~ Harry Connick, Jr. )

Marble Halls ~ Enya )

I Don't Wanna Fight ~ Tina Turner )

La Isla Bonita ~ Madonna )

Wherever I May Roam ~ Metallica )

Prelude from Partita No. 3 ~ Johann Sebastian Bach )

When You Wish Upon A Star ~ Glenn Miller )

We Will Rock You ~ Queen )

Please Send Me Someone To Love ~ Sade )

Standing Outside the Fire ~ Garth Brooks )
broadsword_babe: (Miranda (Freyja))
{Only for those who know about Quinn's Immortality}

November 13, 2007
Cripple Creek, Colorado


The decision had been made. It had been years since I’d needed to change lives, and technology had made things easier and, at the same time, much more complicated. I had done what I could on my own as far as emails, bank accounts, a new name, a new backstory, but I still needed help obtaining various documents such as birth certificates, passports, driver’s license, and other things.

I twirled the odd key between my fingers as I sat at my desk. It belonged to a storage locker at Grand Central Station in New York. I already knew what was inside: my new life. Michael had arranged for everything I needed to be put into that locker and had sent me the key, along with ID and a plane ticket for JFK under an assumed alias, one that was easily discarded.

Michael and I had agreed that I needed to disappear. He had arranged for a team to come in and ransack the house to make it look like I’d been abducted to cover up a botched robbery. That would also explain how certain things like the sword and my laptop ended up going missing. I hated seeing the house torn apart, so I just waited in the van. After, of course, sufficient evidence had been planted to make it look like I’d put up one helluva fight.

“So, you really think Hunters are back?” I couldn’t help asking one of the guys on the ride to the airport.

“That’s what Mike says,” he replied.

I couldn’t shake the feeling this was all a huge mistake. Something was going to go wrong. My intuition had always been spot on. It was part of what had kept me alive for so long, that and Brutæ who was already waiting for me in Scotland.

First came the flight from Colorado Springs to Denver. Once in Denver, I would become Quinnleigh Kincaid, who had arrived a few days before on a skiing trip. The real Quinnleigh was nothing more than a figment who only existed on paper. I would then catch a flight to LaGuardia, pick up the parcel waiting for me at Grand Central, maybe take in a few sights around town and head off to my new life in Scotland, just in time for Thanksgiving.

It felt good to be back on Scottish soil, and Brutæ was, naturally, overjoyed to see me. We stayed for a few days in a rented cottage while I looked for a suitable house. At first, I thought the cottage would be a grand fit, but after living in it for a week, it was too small. I had been accustomed to the sprawling ranch house in Colorado and was loathe to give up that space. Within a week, my new house felt like home, Quinn’s home.

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