Comment Drabbles
Arranged for your convenience, all of the drabbles from the last post. If you didn't get one, and still want one, you can leave a comment in this post and I'll add one on for you.
khephera, yours totally got out of control. Rather fitting, considering the prompt. XD
For kinetikatrue:
Beowulf hardly heard anything the scop was singing, too busy contemplating the way the ashes of Hrothgar's fire swirled and eddied in the hearth. The meadhall rang with the sounds of fellowship and communal drunkenness, levity to stave off the approaching dark.
The scop finished and sat beside the mighty warrior, hands brushing as he reached for a goblet of mead. Their eyes met briefly, a glance of solidarity, a prayer for luck.
It would be a long night in Heorot.
For boondock_duck:
"Are we high enough now?" Althea asked as the bark scraped her palms. She nearly lost her footing (and her shoe), muttering curses under her breath.
Regulus sighed exasperatedly. "Yes, okay? Now be quiet, or they'll hear us."
The three Slytherin fourth-years waited up in the tree by the lake. The day was warm, the sun was shining, and the water balloons were filled with green sludge.
"Here they come! Get ready," Samhain hissed, wand held aloft.
The Hufflepuff third-year girls never saw it coming.
For thisbirdcansing:
"...Did you take my sandwich?"
House looked up from his game of Solitaire. Wilson's obnoxiously loud tie was glaring at him sternly.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Wilson threw his hands in his air in frustration. "My sandwich, House! It was in the Oncology fridge with my name on it and now it's gone. And I don't doubt for one minute that you're responsible for its disappearance."
House flipped over another card. "I think you're paranoid, Wilson."
As he stalked out of the Differential Diagnosis office, Chase leaned back in his chair and casually informed him, "The corned beef was a little dry."
For diva_freak:
"Explain to me again why we are sitting here, in these horrible, crowded, Muggle-infested seats, smelling of stale popcorn and elephant?" Draco groused.
Ron sighed. "Because Hermione gave me the tickets and I thought it would be fun. It's something different. Grumpy bugger."
Draco wasn't going to admit it, but sitting knee-to-knee with the redhead, watching him watch the trapeze artists soar through the air (not nearly as graceful as Quidditch players, he sniffed), was worth the trouble. Perhaps this circus business wasn't so bad.
For groovyfacemcgee:
Phulan eyed the plastic sleeve and the bright green ice it contained with suspicion. "...I don't know..."
"It's not going to bite you, Phulan, it's a freezepop," Remus said gently, trying not to laugh.
Having never seen such a thing at the orphanage, the Indian girl was skeptical of the frozen treat. She pushed the ice up in the sleeve and bit into it.
"Oh!"
Remus smiled. "Good, huh?"
Phulan nodded, leaned over, and kissed the blond boy so he could have a taste.
For wonderfish:
Daniel Carter didn't think he'd ever meet anybody as recalcitrant as himself. That was, of course, before he met Michelle.
"I don't want to go to bed!"
He raked his hand through his hair as the four-year-old continued to throw her tantrum. Overtired and missing her fathers, the girl simply broke down when bedtime rolled around.
"Come on, Buggie, your dads are gonna think I'm a bad babysitter if you don't go to sleep."
"No! I want my Daddy!"
"...I kinda look like him, doesn't that count?"
Danny made a mental note to demand hazard pay. Ten bucks an hour was totally not worth this.
For khephera:
"It is not my fault there's only one tent! It's your fault for not checking!" Booster snarled.
"You were responsible for bringing the other tent. Obviously you're not mature enough to handle a simple task," Beetle retorted.
Some team-building exercise this was turning out to be. Max had sent everyone off into the woods in pairs to work on cooperation, and thought it would be best to put the two of them together (and far away from anybody else). Beetle finished hammering the last tent-stake into the ground. The tent was lopsided and obviously not big enough for two.
"...You're going to pout until I let you sleep in there with me, aren't you?" he asked.
Booster grinned. "Most likely."
"You make one Brokeback Mountain joke, and I'm leaving you for the grizzly bears."
"Ted, there aren't grizzly bears in Metropolis Park."
They squashed into the tent, elbows squashing spleens and noses bumping as they tried to get comfortable, literally pressed together for lack of space. Beetle shifted, mouth accidentally skimming across Booster's cheekbone. He didn't protest.
"...Booster?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you forget the other tent on purpose?"
Booster grinned sheepishly. "Maybe..."
Beetle leaned in close (though he really couldn't get much closer). "You could've just asked, you moron."
It was going to take a lot of s'mores to convince Mary that Booster and Beetle were fine and the moaning coming from the forest was not the sound of them getting eaten by bears.
For jeminigrl87:
"It's Tuesday," Chase said without looking up from the case file.
Cameron frowned. "No, it's Friday."
"Check the calendar," Chase replied, still not looking up.
Cameron walked over to the calendar hanging on the wall by the coffeemaker. Someone had gone to the trouble of whiting out the days of the week and writing in "TUESDAY" for every one of them. She turned around and looked at Chase, who shrugged nonchalantly.
"Okay, okay, we'll go for a drink when our shift's over. Satisfied?"
"Very."
Half an hour later, Foreman noticed the calendar while he was getting a cup of coffee. "What the...who the hell...House! The calendar's all screwed up!"
"Not my problem, and not yours either!"
Foreman sighed. Incompetent, the lot of them. He should just quit.
khephera, yours totally got out of control. Rather fitting, considering the prompt. XD
For kinetikatrue:
Beowulf hardly heard anything the scop was singing, too busy contemplating the way the ashes of Hrothgar's fire swirled and eddied in the hearth. The meadhall rang with the sounds of fellowship and communal drunkenness, levity to stave off the approaching dark.
The scop finished and sat beside the mighty warrior, hands brushing as he reached for a goblet of mead. Their eyes met briefly, a glance of solidarity, a prayer for luck.
It would be a long night in Heorot.
For boondock_duck:
"Are we high enough now?" Althea asked as the bark scraped her palms. She nearly lost her footing (and her shoe), muttering curses under her breath.
Regulus sighed exasperatedly. "Yes, okay? Now be quiet, or they'll hear us."
The three Slytherin fourth-years waited up in the tree by the lake. The day was warm, the sun was shining, and the water balloons were filled with green sludge.
"Here they come! Get ready," Samhain hissed, wand held aloft.
The Hufflepuff third-year girls never saw it coming.
For thisbirdcansing:
"...Did you take my sandwich?"
House looked up from his game of Solitaire. Wilson's obnoxiously loud tie was glaring at him sternly.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Wilson threw his hands in his air in frustration. "My sandwich, House! It was in the Oncology fridge with my name on it and now it's gone. And I don't doubt for one minute that you're responsible for its disappearance."
House flipped over another card. "I think you're paranoid, Wilson."
As he stalked out of the Differential Diagnosis office, Chase leaned back in his chair and casually informed him, "The corned beef was a little dry."
For diva_freak:
"Explain to me again why we are sitting here, in these horrible, crowded, Muggle-infested seats, smelling of stale popcorn and elephant?" Draco groused.
Ron sighed. "Because Hermione gave me the tickets and I thought it would be fun. It's something different. Grumpy bugger."
Draco wasn't going to admit it, but sitting knee-to-knee with the redhead, watching him watch the trapeze artists soar through the air (not nearly as graceful as Quidditch players, he sniffed), was worth the trouble. Perhaps this circus business wasn't so bad.
For groovyfacemcgee:
Phulan eyed the plastic sleeve and the bright green ice it contained with suspicion. "...I don't know..."
"It's not going to bite you, Phulan, it's a freezepop," Remus said gently, trying not to laugh.
Having never seen such a thing at the orphanage, the Indian girl was skeptical of the frozen treat. She pushed the ice up in the sleeve and bit into it.
"Oh!"
Remus smiled. "Good, huh?"
Phulan nodded, leaned over, and kissed the blond boy so he could have a taste.
For wonderfish:
Daniel Carter didn't think he'd ever meet anybody as recalcitrant as himself. That was, of course, before he met Michelle.
"I don't want to go to bed!"
He raked his hand through his hair as the four-year-old continued to throw her tantrum. Overtired and missing her fathers, the girl simply broke down when bedtime rolled around.
"Come on, Buggie, your dads are gonna think I'm a bad babysitter if you don't go to sleep."
"No! I want my Daddy!"
"...I kinda look like him, doesn't that count?"
Danny made a mental note to demand hazard pay. Ten bucks an hour was totally not worth this.
For khephera:
"It is not my fault there's only one tent! It's your fault for not checking!" Booster snarled.
"You were responsible for bringing the other tent. Obviously you're not mature enough to handle a simple task," Beetle retorted.
Some team-building exercise this was turning out to be. Max had sent everyone off into the woods in pairs to work on cooperation, and thought it would be best to put the two of them together (and far away from anybody else). Beetle finished hammering the last tent-stake into the ground. The tent was lopsided and obviously not big enough for two.
"...You're going to pout until I let you sleep in there with me, aren't you?" he asked.
Booster grinned. "Most likely."
"You make one Brokeback Mountain joke, and I'm leaving you for the grizzly bears."
"Ted, there aren't grizzly bears in Metropolis Park."
They squashed into the tent, elbows squashing spleens and noses bumping as they tried to get comfortable, literally pressed together for lack of space. Beetle shifted, mouth accidentally skimming across Booster's cheekbone. He didn't protest.
"...Booster?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you forget the other tent on purpose?"
Booster grinned sheepishly. "Maybe..."
Beetle leaned in close (though he really couldn't get much closer). "You could've just asked, you moron."
It was going to take a lot of s'mores to convince Mary that Booster and Beetle were fine and the moaning coming from the forest was not the sound of them getting eaten by bears.
For jeminigrl87:
"It's Tuesday," Chase said without looking up from the case file.
Cameron frowned. "No, it's Friday."
"Check the calendar," Chase replied, still not looking up.
Cameron walked over to the calendar hanging on the wall by the coffeemaker. Someone had gone to the trouble of whiting out the days of the week and writing in "TUESDAY" for every one of them. She turned around and looked at Chase, who shrugged nonchalantly.
"Okay, okay, we'll go for a drink when our shift's over. Satisfied?"
"Very."
Half an hour later, Foreman noticed the calendar while he was getting a cup of coffee. "What the...who the hell...House! The calendar's all screwed up!"
"Not my problem, and not yours either!"
Foreman sighed. Incompetent, the lot of them. He should just quit.