So, despite a tiny amount of effort, I couldn't come up with a theme for this round. Instead, I'm going to steal someone else's theme, sort of. Someone around here (who shall remain nameless for their own sanity's sake) said something about existing 'verses and I've considered that before, so this time I'm going with it for sure
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Glancing up from the toy in his palm as he walked through the door, he started right in with his speil. "My wife bought this box at your store and it won't stop making this irritating 'boing' sound whenever - "
And that was when he saw that the proprietor was not alone in his store, but had a...friend. A friend who was currently pressed up against Mr. Ems from behind, arms wrapped around his middle and appeared to be in fact getting rather intimate with the back of Mr. Ems' neck.
Jeb flushed scarlet and looked away quickly. "I'm terribly sorry, I should have rang the bell. I know it's late, but I thought you were still open..."
Both men raised their heads and that was ( ... )
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He found Ambrose upstairs, sitting on the edge of their bed with his legs crossed under him, shoes tossed across the room haphazardly. Ambrose's eyes were on him as he sat down on the bed, his leg touching Ambrose's bent knee. "I'm sorry," Wyatt said softly.
"For what?" Ambrose asked, his tone lacking emotion.
"I'm not ashamed of you," Wyatt felt the need to say. "I just thought you wanted people to leave you alone, that you would tell me if someone needed to know you were alive."
"He's your son, Wyatt," Ambrose hissed angrily. "I never thought I would have to tell you to include him on such a significant portion of your life. Assuming I am that ( ... )
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“I've been on the road, so long.
Been tired and broke, so long
I've been to the south where the winds they were warm
Traveling the road of no return, so long...”
“Glitch, I swear by all that is holy that if you don’t stop singing I will throw you out of this car and you can walk the rest of the way,” Cain shouted from behind the wheel of the car, shooting a glare into the rear view mirror that no one saw.
In the back seat, DG was grinning at her friends’ antics while toying with one particularly rebellious whorl of stiff hair. Glitch’s head had been in her lap for the past hour of the trip, his knees bent and feet planted solidly where his backside should have been.
“I’m just trying to lighten the mood, Mr. Testy,” Glitch harrumphed and winked up at DG. “There’ll be plenty of time for your doom-and-gloom attitude when we get there. Until then, I am determined not to ruin a perfectly good road trip. I've seen what was war, so long...The ruins and the scars, so long...”
“Glitch!,” Cain bellowed. He opened his mouth, if only to ( ... )
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shooting a glare into the rear view mirror that no one saw.
No one appreciates what he endures, do they? :D
and I loved this:
she caught the amused, almost impressed look that Cain gave her through the mirror. “Nice work, kid.”
“I helped!”
“Nice work, Glitch.”
I could just hear that whole exchange.
Thank you kindly, it was awesome! ♥
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Wow! Poor Glitch, the poor sweetheart! Bad Longcoats! 'draws cliff to shove them over'
I love the growing intimacy of relationship. When Cain touches Glitch's throat 'flails again!' mark him 'property of Wyatt Cain do not touch'!
Loved it!
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Glitch kept his head low to hide the smile that he just could not contain at the sight of his pathetic soon-to-be-husband. The moment they returned to their room following the reception, Cain had simply flung himself to the bed and stayed there, on his back, arms out as wide as they would reach.
"Is that your way of saying you'd like me to seduce you?" Glitch asked with his back turned, unbuttoning his formal jacket with painstaking precision.
"My son is married," Cain announced for the seventh time since they left the party. "How am I even old enough for that to be possible ( ... )
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LOL! Loved it!
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Lack of closure seems to work for this piece, at least in my mind. It's not a situation that can have neat closure, so I suppose a story about it won't either. But the bit that we do get to see is so sharp and unexpected, it has it's own -stop-. I think this is a perfect drabble. Thank you.
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