1. *grins at the Cabal* Ladies, you all EARNED your Slytherin badges this April Fools'. As I kept telling Pud - y'all are EVIL and I madly adore you for it. :D
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My poor heart still hasn't recovered properly. I still dash to the site every couple of miuntes just to make sure it's there.
As for a prompt (because I do adore your drabbles): either Zacharias and Daphne - Insomnia or Draco and Ginny - with something along the lines of iPod wonders ;D.
*pats* I think yesterday's theme song was "Don't Know What You've Got Til It's Gone." :D And, I played mix-n-match with your prompts. Hope you don't mind!
Insomnia
Ginny avoided the dungeons when she wandered through the halls, sleepless and discontent.
(Those black corridors were too similar to her dreams)
She still stumbled across Draco Malfoy, furtively creeping the same airy corridors she favored. The first time they exchanged half-hearted insults. (Vendettas seemed distant in the night.) The second they just nodded to each other.
The third Ginny noticed his red-rimmed eyes.
The fourth she brushed his arm, let him know he was real.
The fifth he squeezed her hand, briefly.
Neither met each other’s eyes in daylight.
The sixth, they kissed, staving off the darkness through contact.
After Seven Hours on the Road Towards Evildoers, Our Intrepid Heroes Pause
“What are you doing, Sammy, admiring the view?” Dean grumbled, tapping his fingers impatiently on the hood of the Impala. “We’ve got evil to be killing.”
“I’m not getting back in that car with you til you switch tapes.” Sam didn’t even turn around.
The bitching and gay jokes are most of my favorite parts of the show. (Well, also slow-dancing aliens, just because that hasn't stopped making me snerk when I think about it yet.) So I really just COULDN'T RESIST. :D
The title was a last-second addition, and what convinced me the drabble was ready to go live. *grins*
Rome was heartbreaking. And so of course I set this drabble after its finale.
Those Left Standing
Atia never sees the parade of Mark Antony’s corpse with his whore-queen’s in her dreams.
There, she sees him alive and whole and smiling up at her in her bed. Sweaty and callous and *alive*.
He does not tell her he loves her, but he laughs and growls, grabs her and pulls her close. He musses her hair and bites her neck, her breast, her thigh until she begs him to stop.
He never betrays her. Does not face dishonor. Is not dead.
Instead, she sees his corpse with every blink, when sunspots shine orange on her lightly closed eyelids.
He does not tell her he loves her, but he laughs and growls, grabs her and pulls her close. He musses her hair and bites her neck, her breast, her thigh until she begs him to stop. <-- this bit made me all happy!
Instead, she sees his corpse with every blink, when sunspots shine orange on her lightly closed eyelids. <-- this bit made me all sad!
Seriously, after watching the finale I was in a Doomed Love Funk for hours. And then promptly went back to that place when writing your drabble. Poor Atia and Mark Antony. Fate wasn't kind to them.
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As for a prompt (because I do adore your drabbles): either Zacharias and Daphne - Insomnia or Draco and Ginny - with something along the lines of iPod wonders ;D.
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Insomnia
Ginny avoided the dungeons when she wandered through the halls, sleepless and discontent.
(Those black corridors were too similar to her dreams)
She still stumbled across Draco Malfoy, furtively creeping the same airy corridors she favored. The first time they exchanged half-hearted insults. (Vendettas seemed distant in the night.) The second they just nodded to each other.
The third Ginny noticed his red-rimmed eyes.
The fourth she brushed his arm, let him know he was real.
The fifth he squeezed her hand, briefly.
Neither met each other’s eyes in daylight.
The sixth, they kissed, staving off the darkness through contact.
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Stephanie was totally just about to take down the guy with the knife when a crossbow bolt hit him in the leg, sending him tumbling to the ground.
Huntress leapt down off the fire escape, giving Steph’s new uniform the look everyone else had - somewhere between disbelief and wariness.
Batman’s briefings on Huntress had been to the point. She was dangerous. Unpredictable. Should be discouraged.
Batman had undoubtedly had a similar speech about Spoiler that he gave to Tim, Cass.
She knew Batman was monitoring her. That he would be here soon.
Steph smiled at Huntress, bright and welcoming. “Thanks!”
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“What are you doing to my heir?” Draco’s voice did not squeak as he took in the... occurrence in his bathroom.
“He was beginning to look like a girl,” Ginny explained calmly, shearing off another blonde lock with a wand wave.
The toddler giggled and purple bubbles streamed from his mouth.
Draco pointed to them wordlessly.
Ginny shrugged. “The twins were by earlier.”
She continued to turn his son’s formerly glorious locks into something that looked like... Potter.
He couldn’t remember anything this undignified ever occurring in the Manor before.
And he could only blame himself for marrying a Weasley.
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*smirks* I saw your evil prompt and raised you a PHB. All in 100 words!
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“What are you doing, Sammy, admiring the view?” Dean grumbled, tapping his fingers impatiently on the hood of the Impala. “We’ve got evil to be killing.”
“I’m not getting back in that car with you til you switch tapes.” Sam didn’t even turn around.
“What’s wrong with Thin Lizzie?”
“Nothing, for the first three hours ( ... )
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The bitching and gay jokes are most of my favorite parts of the show. (Well, also slow-dancing aliens, just because that hasn't stopped making me snerk when I think about it yet.) So I really just COULDN'T RESIST. :D
The title was a last-second addition, and what convinced me the drabble was ready to go live. *grins*
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Response to #3 - Hooray for happy. Happy and loving rocks my socks.
And because I'm never one to turn down a free drabble... Atia/Marc Antony (because I miss them so).
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Those Left Standing
Atia never sees the parade of Mark Antony’s corpse with his whore-queen’s in her dreams.
There, she sees him alive and whole and smiling up at her in her bed. Sweaty and callous and *alive*.
He does not tell her he loves her, but he laughs and growls, grabs her and pulls her close. He musses her hair and bites her neck, her breast, her thigh until she begs him to stop.
He never betrays her. Does not face dishonor. Is not dead.
Instead, she sees his corpse with every blink, when sunspots shine orange on her lightly closed eyelids.
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He does not tell her he loves her, but he laughs and growls, grabs her and pulls her close. He musses her hair and bites her neck, her breast, her thigh until she begs him to stop. <-- this bit made me all happy!
Instead, she sees his corpse with every blink, when sunspots shine orange on her lightly closed eyelids. <-- this bit made me all sad!
Thank you for a lovely drabble :D
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Seriously, after watching the finale I was in a Doomed Love Funk for hours. And then promptly went back to that place when writing your drabble. Poor Atia and Mark Antony. Fate wasn't kind to them.
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