TF: HoundxMirage Drabbles
Title: Drabble Spectacular, November 27th
Rating: PG13
Series: G1
Summary: Drabbles concerning Hound and Mirage, based on the word of the day from Merriam-Webster.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: I'm mad... I must be mad. This is written for the houndxmirage Three's a Charm challenge. I shall be attempting a drabble (100 words) every day. Feel free to poke me (gently) if I miss a day? And this does have mod approval :)
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
November 27 - calumet
They sat amongst the native American Indians and watched the formal welcoming ceremony. The peace pipe was being passed from person to person. Mirage watched as each man drew on the pipe, before breathing out the smoke.
‘Hound, how are we going to do this?’ Mirage commed his lover, worried about upsetting the natives.
‘Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.’ As the pipe was passed to Mirage, the noble raised it to his lips in pretence. As he ‘exhaled’, smoke left his lips, just as it did with the humans. With a relieved sigh, Mirage passed the calumet to Hound.
Rating: PG13
Series: G1
Summary: Drabbles concerning Hound and Mirage, based on the word of the day from Merriam-Webster.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: I'm mad... I must be mad. This is written for the houndxmirage Three's a Charm challenge. I shall be attempting a drabble (100 words) every day. Feel free to poke me (gently) if I miss a day? And this does have mod approval :)
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
November 27 - calumet
They sat amongst the native American Indians and watched the formal welcoming ceremony. The peace pipe was being passed from person to person. Mirage watched as each man drew on the pipe, before breathing out the smoke.
‘Hound, how are we going to do this?’ Mirage commed his lover, worried about upsetting the natives.
‘Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.’ As the pipe was passed to Mirage, the noble raised it to his lips in pretence. As he ‘exhaled’, smoke left his lips, just as it did with the humans. With a relieved sigh, Mirage passed the calumet to Hound.