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05 July 2008 @ 12:16 am
#014: Quote Interpretation  
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Prompt: Quote Interpretation (interpret the following, taken from the last stanza of T.S. Eliot's poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Profrock, however you like):

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed in seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

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agapeflower117agapeflower117 on July 5th, 2008 05:43 am (UTC)
A Promise: Bella/Edward/Jacob (PG-13)
Hey all, I'm new here and came with a drabble! Hope you like it!

She sputtered back to reality in Jacob's grasp, dragged from the ocean's cold arms to the bristle and crash of the shore; and she knew, in her hazy, half-conscious state, that's what she had wanted most. Edward. The sea. Edward. It made sense to her - he was taking all sorts of forms these days, so why not that wild, open space of blue? Why not that majestic, dangerous tide that pulled her deeper into itself with waves as cold as vampire's hands?

Metaphor, my dear, she tells herself, all is metaphor; and this is one she likes, so she continues. With her eyes closed, her hand laid out, palm up, fingers pointing towards the ocean and its high cliffs, she makes a promise to the ocean.

Tell me you want me, she thinks fiercely, almost violently. Tell me you want me and I'll come to you - I will fall into your space; I will hold my breath until there is nothing left for me to breathe but you.

She sputters, awake, hearing nothing but Jacob's voice in her ear, telling her urgently to come back - to him, for him.

There is the meal, a fisherman once told her during the summer visits; and then there is the catch.
cherry pie: Twilight; Cause it's kinda sexymorlockiness on July 6th, 2008 08:47 am (UTC)
Dreamer;Leah Clearwater;G
Waist deep in the cold, salty Pacific waters, waves swaying them slightly. She screams in delight as he takes powerful steps towards her while she splashes at him and he picks her up in his arms and tosses her as far as she can. It is enough and she is dunked into the water, a wave crashing onto her head. She emerges, sputtering, trying to be angry, but laughing instead. Sea weed entangles around her and she allows it to flow around her hands as she drags them back forth, front and back, in her efforts to get to him. Her track runner's legs do help a bit against the current rushing back out to the mass of blue and gray before them. She laughs as he takes her in his arms and she wraps her own around his neck, sea weed slapping against his back. His forehead pressed to her's he almost says, "I love you." But her alarm clock rings and Leah wakes up, the ocean's salty water leaking from her eyes, draining the sea from her dreams, from her memories.
vienna_amaranth: Jacob/Leah punchvienna_amaranth on July 6th, 2008 12:24 pm (UTC)
Soaked: Jacob/Leah (G)

Leah let the waves splash over her legs, soaking her jeans. She ran her hand down the boy's back, tracing circles where the water had covered him earlier. His breath was warm on her neck as he whispered her name over and over again. She screeched as a wave suddenly came up over them, reaching her chest and soaking her. He laughed, the sound like a bark. He turned them over, pulling her on top of him to protect her from the waves. He whispered her name against her throat and she thanked god it was her name, and no one else's that passed from those lips. But then another voice called out, "Leah! Jacob! Come on, you're patrol's starting." Seth had perfect timing.
Yawnk: phone never rangsavannahjan on July 15th, 2008 09:56 pm (UTC)
So Close, So Far: Jacob/Bella; AU; Everyone
Behold, the angst:

Jacob had a love/hate relationship with the sea. He had lived by its side all his life; he could read it like a book. But he no longer desired to touch that water with any part of his body. Watching Bella jump into the water, jumping after her…never finding her. He hated the sea. And yet, even with the memory of losing her in the water, Jacob felt strangely close to her here. This had been their beach. So, he stood on the shore, just out of reach of the waves, feeling so close, and yet so far.