DRABBLE TAG

[kseda]

A year ago today this fine community was founded. To honor the occasion (and celebrate our beloved ship, and generate fic), I would like to try starting a drabble tag! I've played this a couple of times in Doctor Who fandom: the object is that you start with one or a few promtps. Someone writes a drabble for one and suggests 3 more prompts, and so

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Drink What You Have To Drink

[kseda]

It was moments like this that made Cain wonder how Raw got the reputation as the cowardly one. Really, the task before him wasn't all that difficult, all he had to do was get up, leave the bar, go back to the palace, and inquire about how the surgery went

"There goes a stupid, stupid man."

[luchia13]

The door slammed open so fast that DG let out a yelp and pressed herself against the wall, gaping at the scene in front of her.

Glitch was storming out the door, looking like he was about to rip his coat apart while he put it on, shouting a "Well at least I use what's left of my brain, which is more than you can say!" before stomping down the hallway

'careless with a delicate man' and a side of pillows ;)

[erinm_4600]

Glitch dropped to the couch in the library with a huff and reached for one of the decorative throw pillows. He wondered if they were there for decoration or to actually be used, then realized he didn't care. Punching the pillow a few times, he pushed the red and gold, satiny-tasseled monstrosity between the arm and his head and he pulled his feet up.

Grumbling slightly, he turned to the door and exclaimed: "Everybody snores Cain. It's human nature. Learning to accept you have a problem is the first step, y'know!"

He wasn't complaining to Cain.

Just stating a fact.

Prompt: crate, spell gone awry and picnic ;)

The First Mistake

[naturalbluicons]

Wyatt Cain’s first mistake was underestimating the man who now lay pale as death, in the infirmary bed. He was so still, Cain wanted to reach out and grab him by the shoulders and shake him into wakefulness- just to make sure that he did wake.

“You’re ok…” He took Glitch’s hand in both of his. “Been through far worse things.” He swallowed hard and dropped his gaze to the floor, squeezing the other mans hand tightly. It was an incredibly complicated procedure, that was the truth, but Glitch had to pull through, because he was Glitch, and somehow he always pulled through. Wyatt wouldn’t underestimate him again.

He hoped though, that he hadn’t made a second mistake, in never telling Glitch the way he felt.

PROMPTS: behaving badly, such great heights, "try to bury something so intense"

"try to bury something so intense"

[ameonna1]

This burning longing was going to drive him mad. Ambrose tugged at the sleeves of his coat beneath the long dinner table. Cain was across from him, bored, radiant, and staring into a glass of water. Cain had things to say to Glitch, but not to Ambrose. The quiet that existed between them ached, simply because the right evidence had not been presented to the tin man’s analytical mind. Ambrose was Ambrose and therefore not Glitch. Cain liked Glitch. But Glitch was not Ambrose. A hand moved, and brown eyes flickered trying vainly to break the silence. The entire dinner had been words unsaid, emotions choking in the throat, and stuttered movements across white linen. Blue eyes flickered up and Ambrose smiled uneasily, wondering if the fire in them was real or a reflection of his own.

PROMPTS: like a local God, kinetic energy, things forgotten

Like a local God

[surranndie]

Walking alongside Cain as they wove their way through the resistance camp, Glitch couldn't help but notice how often their small, strange group caused those around them to quiet their conversations. Or how many people seemed to come over to talk to Jeb, with seemingly pointless excuses

I get it now...... [Take 2] aka A SWEATER

[erinm_4600]

*crashes playground

Try to bury something so intense.

[cain_sugar]

Jeb stared, wide-eyed, trying to make sense of what his father was saying. He’d told him so much. It was what he wasn’t telling him that lay between them now, painfully obvious in the awkward silence.
“Are you trying to tell me you’ve got feelings for another guy?”
“Keep your voice down, kid.” Uneasy, Cain glanced around the crowded bar. He took one look at the shocked expression on Jeb’s face and sighed.
“I don’t know, and that’s the truth. I was grieving your mother, I’d spent eight years cut off from any kind of human contact. I might have been confused. I don’t know.” he stared at the amber liquid in his glass as though it might hold the answers he was seeking. “…but I’ve been wondering about it, all this time. I tried so hard to ignore it. That’s why I’ve stayed away. I couldn’t face...” He swigged back his liquor and set the glass smartly down on the table. “…but I’m not grieving now, and I know my own mind. I thought coming here, seeing him again, would help. And if I see him, and feel nothing, then it’ll be okay. And if

stuck in an elevator in Central City.

[uh_oh_shuffle]

Glitch’s lithe frame collided with the cold elevator wall as calloused, strong hands held him in place. Warm lips and sharp teeth played on his neck and below his jaw, sending familiar shivers down his spine.

“Cain, do you think people know we’re stuck?” He received a grunt in reply, the blonde’s mouth still currently occupied in a very pleasant manner. “It had to break down when we are in it, didn’t it?” As the lights dimmed again, giving the smaller man a quick view of the aggressive creature before him, Glitch pouted. “This really is unacceptable, Wyatt!”

“…You’ll do it under the coats in the store, but not in a secluded elevator?” Cain questioned with one raised eyebrow.

“Oh no, this is fine. I mean this machine getting stuck! We should get rid of them! Go back to stairs! I really must talk…to…the Queen - Oh, by the gods Wyatt…” Lips, teeth, and skilled fingers attacked him with perfection. Glitch let his knees buck beneath his lover, letting him take control.

Of course elevators weren’t too bad.

Prompts: "I am a man!",