Ebony theme Drabble
Title: Midnight Run
Author: Tally Mark
Genre: Fluff/Humor
Word Count: 311 (I'm sorry!)
Rating: G
Warnings: The silliness continues.
Canon/AU: Canon
This is part of the same fluffy silly series as Left Out, which I think I'm going to call Dog at Heart from now on (the series, I mean). Since I don't seem to be able to stop writing them, it needs a name of it's own. (I really need to take a break from it and do some angst or something though, or fluff'll be all I know how to do!).
Yeah, I know, the summary is lame.
“This Sesshoumaru tires of waiting,” he said, gazing out the side window. Kagome tried not to laugh. It was such a Sesshoumaru way of asking ‘Are we there yet?’
He looked bored, but Kagome could feel his aura stirring with energy, like a puppy straining at its leash. It affected her too; Kagome practically wriggled in her seat, a giddy thrill zinging through her. She loved this. They’d driven for hours under cover of darkness to get this far from civilization, but it was so worth it.
As if sensing her enthusiasm, he turned and grinned; she grinned back.
“Don’t forget the backup plan.”
Solemn nod. “If anyone sees, I render them dead-
“Unconscious, you render them unconscious-“
“And you douse them in liquor to discredit them.”
”Right. Almost there.”
Fifteen minutes later Kagome pulled over on a long and lonely road, leaving the motor humming. Sesshoumaru stepped out; she rolled down her window. His power was a thunderstorm under his skin and she could tell he was barely holding his form.
“Shall I give you a head start?” he offered, hair whipping. Stripes turning jagged.
“I’m feeling daring.”
Unable to hold back, his jaws stretched and white fur spread in a wave as he grew, until he towered over the car in his true form. Massive and beautiful.
“You ready?”
He pawed the blacktop impatiently.
“Okay, on five. One…two…five!”
Tires squealed on pavement as Kagome tore off, laughing madly.
Muzzle parted in a canine grin, he surged after her.
She accelerated and he loped, bounded, flew on four paws, free and wild and alive. Fur streaming behind him. The moonlit highway stretched on and on, an ebony river winding through the dark, and as he gave chase he howled, drowning out the roar of the engine, and her laughter rose to mix with his under the starry sky.
Author: Tally Mark
Genre: Fluff/Humor
Word Count: 311 (I'm sorry!)
Rating: G
Warnings: The silliness continues.
Canon/AU: Canon
This is part of the same fluffy silly series as Left Out, which I think I'm going to call Dog at Heart from now on (the series, I mean). Since I don't seem to be able to stop writing them, it needs a name of it's own. (I really need to take a break from it and do some angst or something though, or fluff'll be all I know how to do!).
Yeah, I know, the summary is lame.
“This Sesshoumaru tires of waiting,” he said, gazing out the side window. Kagome tried not to laugh. It was such a Sesshoumaru way of asking ‘Are we there yet?’
He looked bored, but Kagome could feel his aura stirring with energy, like a puppy straining at its leash. It affected her too; Kagome practically wriggled in her seat, a giddy thrill zinging through her. She loved this. They’d driven for hours under cover of darkness to get this far from civilization, but it was so worth it.
As if sensing her enthusiasm, he turned and grinned; she grinned back.
“Don’t forget the backup plan.”
Solemn nod. “If anyone sees, I render them dead-
“Unconscious, you render them unconscious-“
“And you douse them in liquor to discredit them.”
”Right. Almost there.”
Fifteen minutes later Kagome pulled over on a long and lonely road, leaving the motor humming. Sesshoumaru stepped out; she rolled down her window. His power was a thunderstorm under his skin and she could tell he was barely holding his form.
“Shall I give you a head start?” he offered, hair whipping. Stripes turning jagged.
“I’m feeling daring.”
Unable to hold back, his jaws stretched and white fur spread in a wave as he grew, until he towered over the car in his true form. Massive and beautiful.
“You ready?”
He pawed the blacktop impatiently.
“Okay, on five. One…two…five!”
Tires squealed on pavement as Kagome tore off, laughing madly.
Muzzle parted in a canine grin, he surged after her.
She accelerated and he loped, bounded, flew on four paws, free and wild and alive. Fur streaming behind him. The moonlit highway stretched on and on, an ebony river winding through the dark, and as he gave chase he howled, drowning out the roar of the engine, and her laughter rose to mix with his under the starry sky.