Title: Still of the Night
Author: Twitch
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sara/Cath
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Challenge: Meryl Streep Movie Titles
Word Count: 182
Author's Note: Might be offensive, you've been warned. I'm trying a new writing style so it could be hard to read. Um.. I've been lurking around this community for centuries? Heh. Enjoy.

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She comes (shot) in armies (down), fear them.



With arrows raised high, sea of flags battling winds-
she was a Roman;
she was a Roman;
she was a Roman proving her own existence, searching for the truth.

(Holy wars: killing in the name of a loving God?)


She embraces anger and frustration as her strongest suits of armor before heading to where eagles dare. Eyes scan a vast desert and she nods lightly in acknowledgment; calls it her home. Narcissism and pride dribble from the sides of her mouth; refuses to swallow them.


"To understand me, you'll have to devour a world," Sara said earnestly one evening, looking past Catherine's eyes and into the dying Las Vegas sky.

Passivity speaks its own language, Catherine thought as she turns away from the brunette, boots crunching at the asphalt.




In the still of the night, Sara continues to sleep upon idle threats, desperate for that dream of salvation-- and sometimes, Catherine watches her, only to acknowledge they inhabit a tragic myth after all.


[The secret life of them, prophets whisper to fools.]

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