Flist icon drabble Part 1
As a present to all of you (don't worry, I won't be upset if you don't like it), I began writing up a drabble for every person on my flist based on one of their icons. Because I'm insane, this will eventually end up being 120 different 100(ish) word drabbles.
Here are the first five. I have more than five done, but I am anal and will be posting them alphabetically.
1eyedjack (Alias, Sydney/Sark, 100 words)
Sydney hates this entire situation.
She hates the blonde Lauren wig she’s wearing and the black dress she’s squeezed into. She hates how the contact they’ve met in this sleazy club is all innuendo and no information. She hates that she’s not allowed to reach across the table and beat the guy to death with her stiletto for his latest lewd suggestion. She especially hates the way Sark’s hand on her back is beginning to feel comforting.
She reaches for the tequila shot and lime that has just arrived, looks at Sark and resolves to make the best of it.
2am_optimism (Lotrips, Orlando, 100 words)
Orlando curled into the back seat of Viggo’s van and stared out the window. He ignored the hobbits’ excited chatter about the afternoon’s waves and blocked the music screaming from the speakers by his ears. He finally heard Viggo’s question to him on the third repetition, and shook himself from his reverie.
“What? Just thinking.” Orlando reached over and smacked a sniggering Dom without taking his eyes from the passing New Zealand scenery. “The next time I see you guys will be the Fellowship premiere, yeah?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Wonder how our lives’ll change, is all.”
_elektra (Lost, Locke, Walt, 100 words)
Locke enjoys the role he has been given among the group of survivors; it’s an interesting mix of shaman, leader, and “guy who packed four hundred knives.”
That reputation stops useless chitchat and leaves him a lot of time for observation and exploration of the island, of himself, of the more fascinating of the other survivors.
Of Walt.
There’s something compelling about the boy, something Locke can’t put a name to. But the island has chosen the child, has chosen all of them, for some larger purpose, and it’s up to him to figure out which puzzle piece goes where.
_redpanda_ (Lord of the Rings, Boromir, Merry, Pippin 101 words)
The longer they traveled together, the more Boromir treasured the hobbits. Yes, it had taken him a week to tell Merry from Pippin, but the journey would’ve been far harsher without their sunniness. He began teaching them swordplay as a way of thanking them. Being Gondorian, he set out lessons in a methodical, structured way. Being hobbits, they ignored it.
As he found himself once again at the bottom of a giggling hobbit pile, he grinned. What would his father say to see a soldier of Gondor flat on his back and laughing like a child?
For once, he didn’t care.
allete (Lotrips, Orlando, 100 words)
Lij’d told him he’d learn to ignore the flashbulbs and noise. Orlando wasn’t sure he wanted to: he loved the barely-controlled chaos on either side of the red carpet and the camaraderie on it. It was as big a part of the Rings experience as rainy nights shooting Helm’s Deep and he didn’t want to forget a moment of it.
But this was a Return of the King premiere-the journey was ending. There weren’t many more events to attend before the Fellowship would break and scatter.
So Orlando stopped, savored, breathed. Tried to hold onto the magic a little longer.
The next five are here.
Here are the first five. I have more than five done, but I am anal and will be posting them alphabetically.
1eyedjack (Alias, Sydney/Sark, 100 words)
Sydney hates this entire situation.
She hates the blonde Lauren wig she’s wearing and the black dress she’s squeezed into. She hates how the contact they’ve met in this sleazy club is all innuendo and no information. She hates that she’s not allowed to reach across the table and beat the guy to death with her stiletto for his latest lewd suggestion. She especially hates the way Sark’s hand on her back is beginning to feel comforting.
She reaches for the tequila shot and lime that has just arrived, looks at Sark and resolves to make the best of it.
2am_optimism (Lotrips, Orlando, 100 words)
Orlando curled into the back seat of Viggo’s van and stared out the window. He ignored the hobbits’ excited chatter about the afternoon’s waves and blocked the music screaming from the speakers by his ears. He finally heard Viggo’s question to him on the third repetition, and shook himself from his reverie.
“What? Just thinking.” Orlando reached over and smacked a sniggering Dom without taking his eyes from the passing New Zealand scenery. “The next time I see you guys will be the Fellowship premiere, yeah?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Wonder how our lives’ll change, is all.”
_elektra (Lost, Locke, Walt, 100 words)
Locke enjoys the role he has been given among the group of survivors; it’s an interesting mix of shaman, leader, and “guy who packed four hundred knives.”
That reputation stops useless chitchat and leaves him a lot of time for observation and exploration of the island, of himself, of the more fascinating of the other survivors.
Of Walt.
There’s something compelling about the boy, something Locke can’t put a name to. But the island has chosen the child, has chosen all of them, for some larger purpose, and it’s up to him to figure out which puzzle piece goes where.
_redpanda_ (Lord of the Rings, Boromir, Merry, Pippin 101 words)
The longer they traveled together, the more Boromir treasured the hobbits. Yes, it had taken him a week to tell Merry from Pippin, but the journey would’ve been far harsher without their sunniness. He began teaching them swordplay as a way of thanking them. Being Gondorian, he set out lessons in a methodical, structured way. Being hobbits, they ignored it.
As he found himself once again at the bottom of a giggling hobbit pile, he grinned. What would his father say to see a soldier of Gondor flat on his back and laughing like a child?
For once, he didn’t care.
allete (Lotrips, Orlando, 100 words)
Lij’d told him he’d learn to ignore the flashbulbs and noise. Orlando wasn’t sure he wanted to: he loved the barely-controlled chaos on either side of the red carpet and the camaraderie on it. It was as big a part of the Rings experience as rainy nights shooting Helm’s Deep and he didn’t want to forget a moment of it.
But this was a Return of the King premiere-the journey was ending. There weren’t many more events to attend before the Fellowship would break and scatter.
So Orlando stopped, savored, breathed. Tried to hold onto the magic a little longer.
The next five are here.