Drabble requests part 1
I've got 3 done, and (for the moment) I've 3 5 more to go. I'm still taking requests so please, by all means, let me amuse you!
Comments and critiques are love. Please love me?
For chatona: Dresden Files, young!Thomas, "family" (hard PG13 for obscure reference to mature theme)
Apples and Cheese:
Thomas stares absently at the lavish dinner being laid out on the table before him. Honeyed hams, spiced just so and tender enough to melt on the tongue. Salads fresh and crisp and arranged as beautifully as a bouquet of flowers. Wine, despite his youth. Three of his favorite soups, surrounded by platters of cheeses and fruit.
He can hear his father with Lara in the next room, taking his fill.
Thomas eats mechanically. Weakness is not tolerated. Neither is disobedience. His father's rule is law, he knows this. After all, his eldest brother has yet to return home.
He waves the slaves aside and pulls a plate of apple slices closer. He arranges them on the plate before pulling a platter of cheese closer. Carefully he crumbles the cheese with his fingers, lays it out with precision on each piece of apple. Just like his mother used to.
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For teithiwr: Supernatural, Sam and Dean, "Sam's hair" (PG13 for language)
Mischievous Girl, Don't Smile at Me:
They're in another crummy diner somewhere between Oregon and Nevada, staring at the same menu and sitting in the same booth. Same shit different state. It's actually lunch time, though. For once they actually take a break from fast food and the long unending stretch of road.
Diners are different in daylight.
There's an elderly couple in the far corner, regulars from the way they banter and tease with the young waitress. Its all smiles and easy laughter. The men sitting up at the front look pleased to be where they are, not work-worn and exhausted. And there's actually a family sitting in the booth beside theirs.
They look young, fresh. Innocent. Happy even. The parents sit on one side, curled into each other like a picture of contentment. Dean can't help but glance at them, can't help the stab of jealousy. He can't be mad, though either.
The twin daughters, and they can't be more than five or six, peek over the back of Sam's seat to stare back at him with wide, baby-blue eyes. One of them waves a little before shyly ducking behind Sam's shoulder. The other smacks her gum and giggles when he smiles and waves back. She's got a mischievous look to her that Dean appreciates.
Then the waitress puts his burger down in front of him, and the only thing that exists in the world is beef. Well. And Sam, but he totally doesn't count.
At least, not til later when Sam is sitting on one of the motel beds and Dean can actually see the back of his head.
“Dude,” he manages, before he's laughing too hard to breathe.
“What the hell, Dean?” The corners of Sam's mouth can't seem to decide whether they're smiling or frowning.
“I knew I liked that kid,” Dean says at last, wiping the tears from his eyes. Without giving Sam time to react, he pulls a knife from his belt and cuts through a clump of his brother's hair.
Sam's on the other side of the room in an instant. “What. The. Fuck.”
Dean holds up the hair. Right in the middle is a wad of gum. Dean waggles his eyebrows. “So, should I get the Nair?”
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For unhobbityhobbit: Supernatural, Sam and Dean, "reconciliation" (G, a touch of h/c but not slash)
The Resolution Doesn't Matter:
Sam says his piece and goes back inside. Dean didn't say anything, didn't so much as twitch. Not even a flicker in his eyes to show that any of what Sam said sank in. It leaves Sam feeling worse. More empty. More alone.
He can hear Dean destroying something, and he pauses. But he doesn't go back outside.
Instead he drifts through Bobby's house, aimless as a ghost.
He ends up on the front porch, at the very edge. Its as far as he can get from Dean without leaving. Part of him thinks Dean would want it that way. He stares out at the bland expanse of Bobby's property, through the fence and out at the horizon. He stares at nothing at all and ignores the way his vision blurs. The way his cheeks feel cool and wet in the breeze. He pulls his long legs up to his chin and stares.
Dad always got mad when he cried. Dad got mad at a lot of things. No fixing that now.
Sam doesn't notice when Dean stops in the doorway watching him. Barely notices when Dean walks right up behind him.
His brother sits down beside him, bumps him hard in the shoulder. Sam doesn't look up. Dean huffs, bumps into him again, harder this time. Hard enough that Sam has to uncurl in order to catch himself. He looks up, meaning to glare Dean into leaving.
But he sees everything, everything that Dean's been trying to hide open and ragged in his eyes. Dean opens his mouth, but his voice doesn't cooperate. He huffs again and looks down.
Things aren't okay, not by a long shot. But they will be, Sam thinks. He nods, and bumps Dean's shoulder back.
_____
And now to walk to Radio Shack and buy a phone for the land line. ::sighs:: You'd think some place on campus would have one, wouldn't you?
Can't be grumpy though, writing feels too good. Even if I want to hit Zee (but only a little). Mmm, and my iPod is charged too.
Comments and critiques are love. Please love me?
For chatona: Dresden Files, young!Thomas, "family" (hard PG13 for obscure reference to mature theme)
Apples and Cheese:
Thomas stares absently at the lavish dinner being laid out on the table before him. Honeyed hams, spiced just so and tender enough to melt on the tongue. Salads fresh and crisp and arranged as beautifully as a bouquet of flowers. Wine, despite his youth. Three of his favorite soups, surrounded by platters of cheeses and fruit.
He can hear his father with Lara in the next room, taking his fill.
Thomas eats mechanically. Weakness is not tolerated. Neither is disobedience. His father's rule is law, he knows this. After all, his eldest brother has yet to return home.
He waves the slaves aside and pulls a plate of apple slices closer. He arranges them on the plate before pulling a platter of cheese closer. Carefully he crumbles the cheese with his fingers, lays it out with precision on each piece of apple. Just like his mother used to.
_____
For teithiwr: Supernatural, Sam and Dean, "Sam's hair" (PG13 for language)
Mischievous Girl, Don't Smile at Me:
They're in another crummy diner somewhere between Oregon and Nevada, staring at the same menu and sitting in the same booth. Same shit different state. It's actually lunch time, though. For once they actually take a break from fast food and the long unending stretch of road.
Diners are different in daylight.
There's an elderly couple in the far corner, regulars from the way they banter and tease with the young waitress. Its all smiles and easy laughter. The men sitting up at the front look pleased to be where they are, not work-worn and exhausted. And there's actually a family sitting in the booth beside theirs.
They look young, fresh. Innocent. Happy even. The parents sit on one side, curled into each other like a picture of contentment. Dean can't help but glance at them, can't help the stab of jealousy. He can't be mad, though either.
The twin daughters, and they can't be more than five or six, peek over the back of Sam's seat to stare back at him with wide, baby-blue eyes. One of them waves a little before shyly ducking behind Sam's shoulder. The other smacks her gum and giggles when he smiles and waves back. She's got a mischievous look to her that Dean appreciates.
Then the waitress puts his burger down in front of him, and the only thing that exists in the world is beef. Well. And Sam, but he totally doesn't count.
At least, not til later when Sam is sitting on one of the motel beds and Dean can actually see the back of his head.
“Dude,” he manages, before he's laughing too hard to breathe.
“What the hell, Dean?” The corners of Sam's mouth can't seem to decide whether they're smiling or frowning.
“I knew I liked that kid,” Dean says at last, wiping the tears from his eyes. Without giving Sam time to react, he pulls a knife from his belt and cuts through a clump of his brother's hair.
Sam's on the other side of the room in an instant. “What. The. Fuck.”
Dean holds up the hair. Right in the middle is a wad of gum. Dean waggles his eyebrows. “So, should I get the Nair?”
_____
For unhobbityhobbit: Supernatural, Sam and Dean, "reconciliation" (G, a touch of h/c but not slash)
The Resolution Doesn't Matter:
Sam says his piece and goes back inside. Dean didn't say anything, didn't so much as twitch. Not even a flicker in his eyes to show that any of what Sam said sank in. It leaves Sam feeling worse. More empty. More alone.
He can hear Dean destroying something, and he pauses. But he doesn't go back outside.
Instead he drifts through Bobby's house, aimless as a ghost.
He ends up on the front porch, at the very edge. Its as far as he can get from Dean without leaving. Part of him thinks Dean would want it that way. He stares out at the bland expanse of Bobby's property, through the fence and out at the horizon. He stares at nothing at all and ignores the way his vision blurs. The way his cheeks feel cool and wet in the breeze. He pulls his long legs up to his chin and stares.
Dad always got mad when he cried. Dad got mad at a lot of things. No fixing that now.
Sam doesn't notice when Dean stops in the doorway watching him. Barely notices when Dean walks right up behind him.
His brother sits down beside him, bumps him hard in the shoulder. Sam doesn't look up. Dean huffs, bumps into him again, harder this time. Hard enough that Sam has to uncurl in order to catch himself. He looks up, meaning to glare Dean into leaving.
But he sees everything, everything that Dean's been trying to hide open and ragged in his eyes. Dean opens his mouth, but his voice doesn't cooperate. He huffs again and looks down.
Things aren't okay, not by a long shot. But they will be, Sam thinks. He nods, and bumps Dean's shoulder back.
_____
And now to walk to Radio Shack and buy a phone for the land line. ::sighs:: You'd think some place on campus would have one, wouldn't you?
Can't be grumpy though, writing feels too good. Even if I want to hit Zee (but only a little). Mmm, and my iPod is charged too.