[OOC] drabble meme~
Give me a character or two with a one word prompt, and I'll write you exactly one sentence OR a drabble inspired by that word starring that character/those characters that you request.
I'd rather keep to SMTDR characters, but I don't really care as long as it's P3 or P4 characters. And uh yeah, this is shamelessly stolen from everyone.
I'd rather keep to SMTDR characters, but I don't really care as long as it's P3 or P4 characters. And uh yeah, this is shamelessly stolen from everyone.
-Motorbike
-Umbrella
-Ephemeral
-Chains
-Duty
-Disturb
-Fly
-Paint
-Cake
-Arcana
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Even Chester has the dignity to look offended as damp black feathers rain over the dorm room, sticking to the furniture and splattering the walls with water.
"Next time you choose to be my umbrella," Mitsuru speaks with an even voice, feathers in her hair. "Have the patience to wait for a towel."
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Mitsuru almost appears sober even at the peak of her trip when given an activity to complete, the way Enhancers are meant to work. Her hands cease their shaking and the soles of her feet sit flat to the ground instead of tapping, all her concentration on the canvas.
When Thanatos visits, he hardly even suspects that she's swallowed three times the recommended dose again, until he politely asks to see.
The surreal scene is as familiar as those of the most psychological planes of the underworld, utterly devoid.
"It's good." He smiles with a dry mouth.
Cake"Delicious, isn't it?" Mitsuru smiles knowingly while Thanatos scoffs his fourth piece of chocolate cake, enjoying the new found treat just as he did with all new ( ... )
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...wao.
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I SWEAR
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She tries to twist, but with one hand on her hip he keeps her firmly in place, his lips quirking into a smirk against her ankle as his piercing blue eyes meet the incensed red of hers.
Mitsuru tugs at the cold iron as sharply as the shift in his hips, tries to stop the cant of hers in vain. The chains jingle their defiance.
"Scream." Thanatos grunts, and at the sound his wings flutter wide through the room, isolating only the two of them.
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"Spanner, please." Mitsuru reaches out from the seat beside her battered motorcycle expectantly, and Thanatos places the tool in her hand nervously. All this machinery, specific tools, liquids- even the choking thick smell of petrol on the air- are understandably foreign to him.
"Petrol, Thanatos." She mutters, and she almost pours the five litre jug before recognizing the smell and bright green colour.
"Thanatos, Green is coolant, remember? Petrol is black."
"Oh! Right, sorry."
Sometimes, Mitsuru suspects he has a secret vendetta against her motorbike.
EphemeralIt's only one chilling moment, she tells herself. A trick of the eye, as imaginary as it was momentary. Yet the chill of Artemisia's warning is still with her, twining the cords of her muscles taut and settling heavy in her bones ( ... )
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