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If you write fic, original or fanfic, share a favourite passage, scene, or bit of dialogue that you've written. It doesn't necessarily have to be from what might be your favourite story over all, just something you've written that stands out for you as something you thought really came out well, that made you laugh, made you cry, or that you just damn well like! (any genre or type) (slash/het/gen/or something in between) A bit about why you like it would be nice to, though not a requirement. And a link to the story would be lovely:) Yeah, I'm demanding!

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(yes, I'll share mine at some point) (but I'm more interested in what you all come up with)

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[captnofmyheart.livejournal.com]

I have a few, but I will exercise restraint over my vanity and keep it to just one (for now):

This is from the Russell Crowe fanfiction Ive been working on, when my OC and the Crowe character she is paired with, Cort (from TQATD) are preparing for a mission involving the movie "Gladiator" - the movie has affected Cort in a way that causes Rachel to reflect on her own concerns about the mission and her feelings for Cort. Actually, the two had just finished watching LOTR:TTT and Elrond's dialogue with Arwen had been words that Cort had overheard Rachel say of herself.

Bad thing about going back over stuff I wrote some time ago is I see loose threads of thought that need to be tied up. Hopefully this bit makes sense. I like this bit because of how Rachel is falling more in love with Cort.

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Rachel wasn’t sure what affected her more: the sight of his tears, or the pall of what was to come. She was glad Cort was coming along. It seemed right that he would, but she’d had anxiety about how they would find a way to comfort Maximus once he was brought. She knew she was starting to think too much when the threads of her thoughts started tangling with memories of Cort’s journey.

But the monkey brain wouldn’t stop chattering. She shifted to discover that Cort was dozing, so Rachel decided to just let her mind run with the flow of thought.

For Cort, it had been the collar, thrown down in the dust by someone else. Not him. He wasn’t the one who rejected it. But Herod had a point to make and could only do it by taking away the one thing that Cort had claimed for himself, on his own, without the manipulation of another agenda. All that he had become, his repentance, his blackened sorrow in the face of murder, his choice to turn and submit to the One who could annihilate him with a mere thought, and his subsequent walk through the desert back to God: all that symbolized in that dust-stained collar, torn away by another hand and defiled in the street. Or so Herod and the townspeople had thought.

For Maximus, it was his honor, his essence as a soldier, a defender of Rome. Commodus ripped it away from him and told Maximus he could never pick it up again.

Rachel stared up into the dark, beginning to see a light bloom in front of her. That’s why Cort is so moved to watch Gladiator over and over again: like Herod bearing down on Cort, the Roman emperor became accuser to Maximus when he refused to kill his defeated opponent.

Why don’t you just die?

In the still darkness of the room, Rachel could hear the words as if from someone else: maybe the struggle of the arena showed Cort that there is hope. He doesn’t have to accept the accusation, the collar in the dirt, any more than Maximus had accepted the stain of entertainment at the expense of another.

There is still hope, Arwen murmured against the damning words of Elrond.

“You are worth something,” she whispered to the soul in her arms, even though she knew he wouldn’t hear. “To me and to God.”

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I knew you'd find something to share :) Thank you!