[PST I POSTED IT AND IT’S HERE]
[why havn’t I done shit on here? too busy writing soemthing for femslash feb :I
(NOT EVEN SABINE THO. More like Lisa Garland and Laura Victoriano :] )]
[do this here and tell me what u got owo ]
“My knife broke off in his chest somewhere.”
“Uh...yeah.”
“I can- I can see that, Verin. And there’s a dead guy in my apartment. Fuck me.”
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CORRESPONDENCE || OPEN
Sabine sits at the desk, and bites her nails.
It’s an opportunity, and AMAZING one at that, and yet she hesitates.
Starts and stops.
Wastes paper after paper, until it’s a postcard that she gains the will to send.
And sends it she does, before slipping into sleep.
Will they answer, will they think she’s crazy?
She doesn’t care.
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“That maybe we do not have dreams—dreams have us. It frightened me, but a truth rarely remains a threat for long and eventually the idea seemed to become almost reassuring.”
The Morning Star In Which the Extraordinary Correspondence of Griffin and Sabine Is Illuminated by Nick Bantock
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A lot of violence and a lot of swearing starters
Possibly a lot of trigger warnings. Violence, blood, death, injuries, knives, guns etc.
“How the fuck did you crack their skull?” “You promised not to fucking do this.” “I would have crushed their brains.” “What the fuck did you do?” “You kicked their head in because they owed you money?” “You fucking stabbed the guy.” “You killed someone? I’m so proud of you.” “I hope they spend their last few breaths knowing they never should have tested me.” “There’s still blood in the fucking carpet.” “I told you I did stupid stuff when I got pissed off.” “There’s still blood on the car.” “My knife broke off in his chest somewhere.” “They didn’t deserve that.” “You really should see the other guy.” “They know it was your gun.” “They won’t make it.” “Don’t worry I only broke 90% of their bones.” “You should stab them and see how they fucking like it.” “They fucking deserved what they got.”
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Absinthe
Gentleman’s Essentials
CORRESPONDENCE || OPEN
Sabine sits at the desk, and bites her nails.
It’s an opportunity, and AMAZING one at that, and yet she hesitates.
Starts and stops.
Wastes paper after paper, until it’s a postcard that she gains the will to send.
And sends it she does, before slipping into sleep.
Will they answer, will they think she’s crazy?
She doesn’t care.
v: Dreaming of You
An AU based on the works of Nick Bantock and the Griffin and Sabine books
When Sabine sleeps, she doesn’t see her dreams. Instead, she watches through another’s eyes as they work, and begins to know them.
(Be their work art, murder, science. Anything but writing.)
Then she sees something- a painting, a note in a book, anything- and finds a name.
Then, an address.
Then, she sends a letter.
An AU of Letters and possible meetings.
Sabine will not be the same person to any/all the people who want to do this AU with me. I will write my replies as letters and postcards, as is the book. Sabine will be overly familiar with your character, and yours will know absolutely nothing until she tells about herself.
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Griffin and Sabine: An Extraordinary Correspondence - Nick Bantock
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[OKAY SO- Im going to be posting some things RE the book that gave me the name Sabine for Sabine, mostly because it’s amazing and because it’s be fun to do an AU for it. ]
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neverarhyme
“It’s not your spare, genius,” A laugh trickled out of her, “It’s my gun. Had it for years. Don’t make me get up to put more space between us.”
Yet even after that comment, Verin pushed herself back further using the leg she had recently propped up. Holding up the gun, she showed it to the other with a, “see, not yours,” before pressing it under her chin. A grin painted clearly on her features.
“Oh please, both of those things can easily be made up. One, you can sell my shit and have a good load of money, and two you can answer all your cases with a body in the ground.”
“I think I worded it wrong, not because you owe me, but because some shred of you still cares. Cares enough to understand that only I deserve putting an end to myself. No one else.”
“I’m starting to think there was more space between us that I thought...” Sabine said slowly, watching as the hand with the gun changed position. “Like, the distance between earth and the sun, to be honest.”
And Verin was a sun...or an imploding star, at that moment.
“You’re saying that like I don’t make a good chunk of coin myself...and a dead suspect doesn’t help. After all, very few people want to pin crimes on a dead woman.”
Sabine hesitated, and slowly lowered her gun, holstering it.
“And you figured the best way was to shoot yourself when I was in the room? You really like theatrics, don’t you.”
And then, as much as it hurt to say...
“I have a meeting at work in half an hour, so I guess I’ll get going. I’ll see you babe.”
And she turned her back.