DRABBLE REQUEST TIEM!

[candy__chan]

Okay, I am bored. And inspiration-less. And I saw that awesomely awesome post that ptps did for art requests. So I thought mebbie to get the plunnies running again, I'd offer a drabble request.

Because me + drawing = you all go blind. So!

I AM OPEN FOR FIC REQUESTS!These will probably be short-fic, unless something really noms on me. Not putting a

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Coming Home (2/2)

[candy__chan]

But he had not been lying when he said he was tired. The events of their days in St. Mystere, and that last night in the tower in particular, had run him nearly ragged. A couple of hours of bumpy sleep in the car (the famed Laytonmobile) had not done much to alleviate his exhaustion.

Dropping his bag and hat down by the door, he crossed the room and flopped onto his bed, his feet hanging off the edge. As an afterthought, he dug the toes of one foot into the back of the other and kicked off his shoes, one and then the other. Thus unattired, he let his face sink into the blue and yellow comforter, breathing in the familiar scent of home.

After a few moments like this, he glanced over at his desk. Sure enough, he saw several thick folders stacked there, in various colors, and assumed them to be the schoolwork he had missed during his little trip with the Professor.

He wondered briefly what his respected mentor was up to. If Layton’s comments were any indication, he had probably gone back to the brownstone that doubled as both home and office, made up some sort of a makeshift room for Flora until proper accomodations could be made for a young lady, and then gone to bed himself in search of a full night’s rest.

Luke sighed. He should probably get going on that work. The sooner he started, the sooner it would be done and he would be able to get on to other, more important things. With no small feeling of dread, he slid off the bed and lurched across the room to plop down in his desk chair. He would work until dinner, then go downstairs and spend some time with his mother and father, and then go to sleep.

At least, that was his plan.

It fell flat pretty quickly when he started flipping through the folders. There was science, and math, and literature, and composition, and history…all the normal subjects for a schoolboy. But there was something seriously lacking in this stack of papers and worksheets.

And that something was excitement.

Luke put his arms on the desk and put his forehead on his hands. After all the excitement and fun and mystery that had made up his stay in St. Mystere, everything else seemed so dull and uninteresting.

Boring.

Especially considering that he was carrying a secret known only to a handful of others in the world.

After a moment of thought, Luke fished into one of his desk drawers and retrieved a piece of paper and a pen. He had acquired a penpal in another country some time ago through a school project, and still wrote to that person with some frequency. This seemed like a good time to write a letter to that friend.

Because the truth was that he desperately needed to talk to someone about everything that had happened. The Professor was not available, and he certainly couldn’t tell his parents any of this! So why not go ahead and put the events down on paper and mail it off to someone who knew nothing of these events of the people involved?

Surely it wouldn’t hurt if he told the secret to one person in a faraway place, would it?

Luke thought a moment, then began to write.

To my dear friend,

The things we saw that day in the village became a
secret we would have to keep for the rest of our
lives. Because you see…

Thanks for the prompt! :D

Re: Coming Home (2/2)

[quandtuniverse]

Oh, no, thank you for writing it <3 I've been trying to work out this idea for ages, but my writing skills fail.