This icon is so, you know, me. When ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
dar_jeeling gave it to me, I laughed. That was right before realising that my internet friends know me way too well.
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Although not a PWP writer (oh, shut up), ages ago, I checked out the Porn Battle prompts...and was inspired for a triple drabble that I now found again on my iPAQ. Oops. Watch the rating, though.
Alias, rated G, spoilers for "Remnants" (S3). Prompt can be found below.
He loves her – still, always – but these days, his love for Sydney is complex.
Jonah remembers a time when even Wisconsin winds and the so-solid weight of a hammer in his hands couldn't quite convince him this life was real. Was his.
Now, he finds it hard to remember anything but – not on an intellectual level; he hasn't forgotten anything. The memory of L.A., college, work and play is abstract, though, bullet points in a curriculum vita he can never use, a collection of snapshots.
Dust motes in a ray of sunlight that hits the stack of papers on his office desk. The oval of the stadium, impossibly green after judicious irrigation. Her smile, dazzling and sweet.
Not soft, of course. Sydney was never soft. She'd yield, but only so far, and she wouldn't break. Others would instead.
That her – all their – enemies were brought to justice (or a close approximation thereof; Jonah isn't fickle, not anymore) has given him a grim sort of satisfaction, even pride, from the beginning.
It took him longer to realise that, through no fault of her own, Sydney didn't just affect the lives of the villains of this piece.
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Prompt: Syd/Will, home, soft.
