Today I'm 23
Oct. 13th, 2004 11:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrSo - 23 Drabbles I think should do it.
What shall I drabble?
Four down, Nineteen to go. Anyone else want to play?
#1 Request: Peanut Butter; Af, Hemah, and Uriel (for maielchan)
Af and Hemah were, to say the least, intimidating. At least to humans. Sitting in the middle of a bustling cafe was probably not the wisest idea - luckily for the humans they couldn't see the Angels of Wrath.
This didn't keep Uriel from glaring at them. "What have I told you?"
"A lot of stuff," Af said, licking his fork. "What exactly has you in a tiff this time?"
Uriel narrowed her eyes, "Don't get cute with me. You're not supposed to be anywhere near the humans. Not after last time."
Hemah pouted, the expression somewhat ridiculous on his fierce face. "But we've been good all week. And we haven't had anyone to wrath in ages. Plus this cake is really good. You should have some."
"Yeah, Master. This place makes the best cakes in town."
"How would you know that?"
"Umm..." Af looked innocent, "Lucky guess?"
Hemah motioned to a chair, "Sit, eat. We've got a lull, might as well make the best of it. Unless you have someone for us to wrath?" he looked at her hopefully.
"No, I do not. I just came to make sure you were behaving."
"Don't be ridiculous. Of course we're not. But we're invisible, and we did pay for the cake this time. Whoever ordered a peanut butter cake for their birthday has good taste."
"It's peanut butter?" Uriel asked.
"Yep," Af grinned.
"I guess one piece wouldn't hurt."
"That's our Master."
#2 Request: Possibilities (for ki-chan)
Several things could happen if he leaned across the table to kiss Chris. The blonde was studying, so he might smile briefly, in that cute-distracted way, and then go back to studying. Or, if he was getting sick of working, he'd smile in that guilty sort of way because he knew he should be studying but wasn't going to. But he was sort of frowning, so it could be he was frustrated and wouldn't smile at all, because he wanted to get the work done and Regan wasn't helping. But he could be almost frowning because they'd been at this for a few hours and Regan had actually been quiet the whole time, which always made Chris nervous. So if he did lean over to kiss him, it was possible Chris would smile in relief that Regan was finally doing something and he could stop trying to guess what trouble he'd cause. And then he might frown because they were in the middle of the school library, and then he'd kiss him back anyway. Regan wasn't sure which - only one way to find out.
#3 Request: Double knots; lace up pants (for audax)
"Damn it!" Jackie swore, fumbling with the front of his pants.
His friend Corey lifted a pale red brow, "Something wrong?"
"I can't get out of my pants." Jackie frowned, bottom lips sticking out. "Someone double knotted them." He glared at Corey, then back at his black leather pants, which were all that remained of his costume.
Corey was the picture of innocence, standing in Jackie's bedroom in only his plaid boxers. "Now who would do something like that?" He grinned, "Would you like help getting out of your pants?"
"That's the last time I let you choose my Halloween costume. And no, I do not." Jackie said petulantly.
"But you look so good in all that leather." Corey batted his hands away and began to help undo the knots anyway.
Jackie jerked away when his fingers began to wander, "Not here! My parents could get home any second."
"Then I guess you'd better let me get this "knot" taken care of."
#4A Request: A hug (for rykaine)
Dmitri wiped the sweat from his brow and grinned at Gennady as he dropped to sit next to him in the field. "Having fun yet?"
Gen said nothing, merely looked at him with his gray eyes. The ghost of a smile appeared for an instant then it was gone. He shrugged minutely.
"You are having fun. How sickening." Dmitri made a face at him, "Mother's Tits, only you would have fun doing these exercises all day." He slid a glance at his father, the Captain of the guard, barking at other trainees. He was the only one not sweating profusely on the warm spring day. Dmitri turned to grin slyly at Gen, "Want to go for a swim?"
"What are you talking about? There's no swimming in today's training."
"If it was on the schedule I wouldn't want to do it. C'mon, there's a swimming hole not too far from here. I'm sick of training."
"That will get us in trouble, Misha."
"Not until we get caught," Dmitri winked, and stood. "C'mon, please? I'll even race you a bit, so we get some work in."
Gen frowned, eyes flicking to their instructor, who was paying them no mind since the two were on break. He sighed, "Only if we're not gone too long."
"Just long enough, I promise."
"All right," Gen accepted the hand Dmitri held out to him, grunting as he stood - and sputtering in surprise when Dmitri latched his arms around Gen's neck in an impulsive, happy hug.
"Great, let's go! Last one in has to swim naked!" Dmitri dashed off.
"What!" Gennday chased after him.
# 4B Request: Paul and Owen (for rykaine)
"Aw, come on Paul...please? Pretty pretty please?"
Paul rocked his head back and forth, from shoulder to shoulder. "I dunno..it's not a good idea...what if..."
"So what? Who cares? And it's really dark - most won't even notice." Owen clasped his hands, rings clacking together on his fingers.
He was hard to resist, dressed up in a rented tux for senior prom. Really, really good. All spruced up with just enough of his 'goth' flare to make him stand out like some sort of bad boy. Which he wasn't, and made Paul smile all the more. Sighing, he nodded. "Okay - but I still don't think it's a good idea."
Owen took his hand and guided him to the dance floor, frowning. "Don't you want to dance with me?"
Paul smiled, looking him in the eys. "You know I do," he said softly. "I just don't want to cause any trouble..." He wrapped his arms around Owen's neck, settling his head on his shoulder.
"We ignore them," Owen said softly in his ear. "Simple as that. Listen to the music and to me."
"Mmmm...I can do that." Paul closed his eyes and drowned himself in music, and Owen's cologne and the arms holding him close.
If there was anyone else in the room, they didn't know it.
#5 Request: An urn (for jagen)
"Dare you to open it."
"No way."
James frowned at his shorter cousing, "Aw, come on. What are you a wuss?"
Stacey glared at him, though it only looked so threatening on his five year old, freckle-covered face. "No! You open it!"
"No way, I dared you first."
They both glared at each other, then looked again at the blue and silver urn sitting on the living room coffee table between them. James drew up his six-year old shoulders. "I'm bigger. That means I'm the boss, and that means if I say open it you have to open it!
"Uh-huh!" Stacey crossed his arms, huffing. "Mommy said not to, so I'm not gonna!"
"Come on," James wheedled. "Don't you wanna see if grandmama really is inside?"
Stacey frowned, hesitating. "She can't be. It's too small."
"But Auntie said she was."
"But Mommie said we can't touch it!"
The slamming of the front door and sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floor ended the debate, as the two boys leapt guiltily away from the coffee table and made a beline for the television.
What shall I drabble?
Four down, Nineteen to go. Anyone else want to play?
#1 Request: Peanut Butter; Af, Hemah, and Uriel (for maielchan)
Af and Hemah were, to say the least, intimidating. At least to humans. Sitting in the middle of a bustling cafe was probably not the wisest idea - luckily for the humans they couldn't see the Angels of Wrath.
This didn't keep Uriel from glaring at them. "What have I told you?"
"A lot of stuff," Af said, licking his fork. "What exactly has you in a tiff this time?"
Uriel narrowed her eyes, "Don't get cute with me. You're not supposed to be anywhere near the humans. Not after last time."
Hemah pouted, the expression somewhat ridiculous on his fierce face. "But we've been good all week. And we haven't had anyone to wrath in ages. Plus this cake is really good. You should have some."
"Yeah, Master. This place makes the best cakes in town."
"How would you know that?"
"Umm..." Af looked innocent, "Lucky guess?"
Hemah motioned to a chair, "Sit, eat. We've got a lull, might as well make the best of it. Unless you have someone for us to wrath?" he looked at her hopefully.
"No, I do not. I just came to make sure you were behaving."
"Don't be ridiculous. Of course we're not. But we're invisible, and we did pay for the cake this time. Whoever ordered a peanut butter cake for their birthday has good taste."
"It's peanut butter?" Uriel asked.
"Yep," Af grinned.
"I guess one piece wouldn't hurt."
"That's our Master."
#2 Request: Possibilities (for ki-chan)
Several things could happen if he leaned across the table to kiss Chris. The blonde was studying, so he might smile briefly, in that cute-distracted way, and then go back to studying. Or, if he was getting sick of working, he'd smile in that guilty sort of way because he knew he should be studying but wasn't going to. But he was sort of frowning, so it could be he was frustrated and wouldn't smile at all, because he wanted to get the work done and Regan wasn't helping. But he could be almost frowning because they'd been at this for a few hours and Regan had actually been quiet the whole time, which always made Chris nervous. So if he did lean over to kiss him, it was possible Chris would smile in relief that Regan was finally doing something and he could stop trying to guess what trouble he'd cause. And then he might frown because they were in the middle of the school library, and then he'd kiss him back anyway. Regan wasn't sure which - only one way to find out.
#3 Request: Double knots; lace up pants (for audax)
"Damn it!" Jackie swore, fumbling with the front of his pants.
His friend Corey lifted a pale red brow, "Something wrong?"
"I can't get out of my pants." Jackie frowned, bottom lips sticking out. "Someone double knotted them." He glared at Corey, then back at his black leather pants, which were all that remained of his costume.
Corey was the picture of innocence, standing in Jackie's bedroom in only his plaid boxers. "Now who would do something like that?" He grinned, "Would you like help getting out of your pants?"
"That's the last time I let you choose my Halloween costume. And no, I do not." Jackie said petulantly.
"But you look so good in all that leather." Corey batted his hands away and began to help undo the knots anyway.
Jackie jerked away when his fingers began to wander, "Not here! My parents could get home any second."
"Then I guess you'd better let me get this "knot" taken care of."
#4A Request: A hug (for rykaine)
Dmitri wiped the sweat from his brow and grinned at Gennady as he dropped to sit next to him in the field. "Having fun yet?"
Gen said nothing, merely looked at him with his gray eyes. The ghost of a smile appeared for an instant then it was gone. He shrugged minutely.
"You are having fun. How sickening." Dmitri made a face at him, "Mother's Tits, only you would have fun doing these exercises all day." He slid a glance at his father, the Captain of the guard, barking at other trainees. He was the only one not sweating profusely on the warm spring day. Dmitri turned to grin slyly at Gen, "Want to go for a swim?"
"What are you talking about? There's no swimming in today's training."
"If it was on the schedule I wouldn't want to do it. C'mon, there's a swimming hole not too far from here. I'm sick of training."
"That will get us in trouble, Misha."
"Not until we get caught," Dmitri winked, and stood. "C'mon, please? I'll even race you a bit, so we get some work in."
Gen frowned, eyes flicking to their instructor, who was paying them no mind since the two were on break. He sighed, "Only if we're not gone too long."
"Just long enough, I promise."
"All right," Gen accepted the hand Dmitri held out to him, grunting as he stood - and sputtering in surprise when Dmitri latched his arms around Gen's neck in an impulsive, happy hug.
"Great, let's go! Last one in has to swim naked!" Dmitri dashed off.
"What!" Gennday chased after him.
# 4B Request: Paul and Owen (for rykaine)
"Aw, come on Paul...please? Pretty pretty please?"
Paul rocked his head back and forth, from shoulder to shoulder. "I dunno..it's not a good idea...what if..."
"So what? Who cares? And it's really dark - most won't even notice." Owen clasped his hands, rings clacking together on his fingers.
He was hard to resist, dressed up in a rented tux for senior prom. Really, really good. All spruced up with just enough of his 'goth' flare to make him stand out like some sort of bad boy. Which he wasn't, and made Paul smile all the more. Sighing, he nodded. "Okay - but I still don't think it's a good idea."
Owen took his hand and guided him to the dance floor, frowning. "Don't you want to dance with me?"
Paul smiled, looking him in the eys. "You know I do," he said softly. "I just don't want to cause any trouble..." He wrapped his arms around Owen's neck, settling his head on his shoulder.
"We ignore them," Owen said softly in his ear. "Simple as that. Listen to the music and to me."
"Mmmm...I can do that." Paul closed his eyes and drowned himself in music, and Owen's cologne and the arms holding him close.
If there was anyone else in the room, they didn't know it.
#5 Request: An urn (for jagen)
"Dare you to open it."
"No way."
James frowned at his shorter cousing, "Aw, come on. What are you a wuss?"
Stacey glared at him, though it only looked so threatening on his five year old, freckle-covered face. "No! You open it!"
"No way, I dared you first."
They both glared at each other, then looked again at the blue and silver urn sitting on the living room coffee table between them. James drew up his six-year old shoulders. "I'm bigger. That means I'm the boss, and that means if I say open it you have to open it!
"Uh-huh!" Stacey crossed his arms, huffing. "Mommy said not to, so I'm not gonna!"
"Come on," James wheedled. "Don't you wanna see if grandmama really is inside?"
Stacey frowned, hesitating. "She can't be. It's too small."
"But Auntie said she was."
"But Mommie said we can't touch it!"
The slamming of the front door and sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floor ended the debate, as the two boys leapt guiltily away from the coffee table and made a beline for the television.
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Date: 2004-10-13 08:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 08:51 am (UTC)I sense a theme with you. Any particular character(s)?
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Date: 2004-10-13 08:53 am (UTC)*thinks*
"Possibilities", then. ;)
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Date: 2004-10-13 08:57 am (UTC)Possibilities? Is that revenge for 'receipts' ?
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 09:06 am (UTC)M'kay. *ponders*
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 09:10 am (UTC)Nah, it's fine. It's just - it finally got quiet so I posted the drabble thing and now all HELL has broken loose again. but I have an inkling of an idea.
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:17 am (UTC)*cuddles* Have fun with it, and no stressing, understood? >|
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:18 am (UTC)And do you want happy drabbles, angsty drabbles... what are you in the mood for?
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:23 am (UTC)*23 spanks and a pinch to grow an inch*....hehe you need it
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:30 am (UTC)*glares* What is that supposed to mean?!?!
And you're my Stalker, not my Spanker.
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:30 am (UTC)(If that is too weird, then anyone is fine.)
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:31 am (UTC)I'm not so good at angst, especially when I'm this happy happy joy joy.
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:32 am (UTC)Lol! Wasn't expecting that, but can definitely manage ^_~
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 09:43 am (UTC)ohhh so now im not allowed to spank you??? i see how it is... :-p
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:46 am (UTC)*thwack!*
Are you sexually harassing me? Do I need to sue? Damned stalkers, just kind find respectable ones these days...
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:46 am (UTC)Done! Hope it's okay -_-
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:51 am (UTC)Much love for you! <3
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:54 am (UTC)Hee hee ^_^
*loves back*
hmmmm....
Date: 2004-10-13 09:55 am (UTC)*is trying to be sufficiently random, but is looking at her shoes*
*thinks of possibilities if one includes lace-up pants...*
*drools, then washes mind out and gets back to work*
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:56 am (UTC)(I gotta go to bed before I keel over tomorrow. x_X *hugs* Nitey.)
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:58 am (UTC)(And of course, the rest of the readers, PURELY by accident. *innocence*)
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Date: 2004-10-13 10:02 am (UTC)*rolls eyes*
Shouldn't you be in, oh say, BED?