Drabble Requests, Round Three
Last of the drabble requests here. Thank you all for your suggestions. ♥
For hils
Sean was drunk when he arrived at Viggo’s house just before midnight, toting a half empty bottle of whiskey. Half full, he corrected himself, watching in amusement as Sean tottered over to the sofa, sprawling inelegantly over the cushions. Viggo perched on the chair opposite, propping his bare feet on the coffee table as Sean spoke, slurring incoherently about his ex-wife, his children, how he missed them. He listened, asked questions, giving his full attention to the legless man sinking lower and lower in his couch. Finally, when Sean slept, Viggo pulled a blanket over him and kissed his forehead.
For dizzydame
It had been Elijah’s idea. Chess had lost its appeal for all but Sean, and Ian had already roared at them that if he heard the word tig one more time he was liable to go insane. So Dom had procured a notepad and Elijah had suggested Hangman, getting the rest of them to guess letters of the alphabet until they had been filled in sufficiently for Sean to snort in laughter and say out loud ‘Dominic Monaghan is a cunt’. Shaking his head, Dom took paper and pen, sneaking a sly glance at Billy.
B I L L Y
A N D
I
A R E
S H A G G I N G
For pippins_penny
Elijah felt like… a spy. He followed Billy, keeping a safe distance behind, out of sight. He slid into a booth at the back of the small pub, watching as Billy downed one and another and a third glass of whiskey at the bar. Elijah watched, matching Billy drink for drink, unbeknownst to the other man. An hour later, Billy lurched unsteadily from his bar stool and disappeared out the door into the cool New Zealand night. Elijah made his way outside, squeaking in surprise when a hand closed around his wrist and pushed him up against the cool bricks.
For pinkegogirl
Elijah paced up and down the airport terminal, nervous, excited, sick to his stomach. He glanced at his watch once more, then at the monitor. He breathed a sigh of relief. The flight was still on time.
Dominic fidgeted in his seat, trying not to nudge his seatmate with his elbow yet again. He looked out the window at the bright lights of Los Angeles below as the airplane began a sharp descent.
Elijah watched the steady stream of passengers exiting the gate, tugging impatiently at the strap of the satchel over his shoulder, anxious to see Dom.
“Elijah.”
“Dom.”
For honey_babes
It seemed unlikely that Orlando could be drunk after two beers, but the pink tinge of his cheeks and his muddled speech contradicted the unlikely. From what Sean could gather, he was explaining just why it was good that Viggo had broken off whatever had been going on between them.
“I mean, he’s so… different.”
Sean nodded as Orlando’s heavy head rested on his shoulder.
“Not like you. You’re… Sean, you’re… perfect.”
“Mmm.”
“Perfect and… lovely.”
Sean wondered, as Orlando’s tongue teased his own, whether it was a bad time to tell Orlando that Viggo would be waiting for him...
For hils
Sean was drunk when he arrived at Viggo’s house just before midnight, toting a half empty bottle of whiskey. Half full, he corrected himself, watching in amusement as Sean tottered over to the sofa, sprawling inelegantly over the cushions. Viggo perched on the chair opposite, propping his bare feet on the coffee table as Sean spoke, slurring incoherently about his ex-wife, his children, how he missed them. He listened, asked questions, giving his full attention to the legless man sinking lower and lower in his couch. Finally, when Sean slept, Viggo pulled a blanket over him and kissed his forehead.
For dizzydame
It had been Elijah’s idea. Chess had lost its appeal for all but Sean, and Ian had already roared at them that if he heard the word tig one more time he was liable to go insane. So Dom had procured a notepad and Elijah had suggested Hangman, getting the rest of them to guess letters of the alphabet until they had been filled in sufficiently for Sean to snort in laughter and say out loud ‘Dominic Monaghan is a cunt’. Shaking his head, Dom took paper and pen, sneaking a sly glance at Billy.
B I L L Y
A N D
I
A R E
S H A G G I N G
For pippins_penny
Elijah felt like… a spy. He followed Billy, keeping a safe distance behind, out of sight. He slid into a booth at the back of the small pub, watching as Billy downed one and another and a third glass of whiskey at the bar. Elijah watched, matching Billy drink for drink, unbeknownst to the other man. An hour later, Billy lurched unsteadily from his bar stool and disappeared out the door into the cool New Zealand night. Elijah made his way outside, squeaking in surprise when a hand closed around his wrist and pushed him up against the cool bricks.
For pinkegogirl
Elijah paced up and down the airport terminal, nervous, excited, sick to his stomach. He glanced at his watch once more, then at the monitor. He breathed a sigh of relief. The flight was still on time.
Dominic fidgeted in his seat, trying not to nudge his seatmate with his elbow yet again. He looked out the window at the bright lights of Los Angeles below as the airplane began a sharp descent.
Elijah watched the steady stream of passengers exiting the gate, tugging impatiently at the strap of the satchel over his shoulder, anxious to see Dom.
“Elijah.”
“Dom.”
For honey_babes
It seemed unlikely that Orlando could be drunk after two beers, but the pink tinge of his cheeks and his muddled speech contradicted the unlikely. From what Sean could gather, he was explaining just why it was good that Viggo had broken off whatever had been going on between them.
“I mean, he’s so… different.”
Sean nodded as Orlando’s heavy head rested on his shoulder.
“Not like you. You’re… Sean, you’re… perfect.”
“Mmm.”
“Perfect and… lovely.”
Sean wondered, as Orlando’s tongue teased his own, whether it was a bad time to tell Orlando that Viggo would be waiting for him...