Nothing important to do!!

[marmalade_girl]

I haven't posted in a while - mostly due to a bout of blargh owing to the fact that I didn't get the promotion I tried for. It's been a bit dispiriting, to say the least. But now I'm on vacation and I'm determined to ensure that work stress stays far from me this week

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[tsukiori]

Drabble for me, woman! Hmmm....Do me a Batman one! He can be slashed with Robin if that is where your muse take you ^_~

And I am sorry you didn't get the promotion. ::Hugs:: I hope your vacation is a restful one and you get your energy back!

[marmalade_girl]

:hugs back: Thanks. And your Bat-drabble will be available soon. I'm already bouncing ideas around in my head. ♥

[marmalade_girl]

Patience
by Angela

“Now?”

“Wait.”

The boy paced the short walk between gargoyles. “Okay, now?”

“No.”

Robin huffed softly, peering over the edge. Seven stories below, a man barked furiously into the back of a moving van where five terrified women cowered. The boy waited thirty seconds. “Now?”

Batman growled.

Robin turned on him, shaking with rage. “If we wait any longer, the whole thing’s gonna be over! Those women -”

“Not yet!”

On the ground, a door opened and the Penguin waddled out. Money exchanged hands.

“Now?” Robin was desperate.

“Now.”

Two grappling hooks arched over the alley and the duo jumped.

[tsukiori]

Thank you! It's lovely!

[dalton6]

Not really posting for the drabble challenge, but wanted to send you a hug for not getting that promotion. At least you tried and reminded the "powers that be" that you exist and are deserving.

If you don't get enough drabble posts to fulfill your need, I'll throw you a pairing. :)

[marmalade_girl]

You're wonderful, you know. :hugs: I'd like to write you a drabble, if you want one. I haven't come even close to ten yet. Toss me a name or two and I'll happily write for you.

[dalton6]

I miss PSME, so I'm throwing Issei at you. :)

[marmalade_girl]

Oooh, that's awesome! I *just* re-read the manga last week! I'll have it to you soon! :prances:

[thistlerose]

I'm sorry you didn't get the promotion. :( I hope you're having a lovely, relaxing vacation regardless. *hug*

How about a drabble about Wufei?

[marmalade_girl]

Wufei?! You've thrown me into a panic. I've never written about him before. But I'll try. It's only 100 words, and I'll be hanging out with Q tonight, so I'll be able to bask in the Wufei love just by posing a few questions. ^_^;

Thanks for the support. :hugs: You're very sweet.

[thistlerose]

Oh dear! Don't panic! If this helps...I'd love to see him interacting with someone. Your choice. *g*

[marmalade_girl]

Wedding Day
by Angela

Meiran wore red. Her downcast eyes were rimmed with khol, her lashes long, dark, and demure. Her pink lips moved slowly as she whispered the words that would bind them.

She looked . . . pretty.

Wufei fumbled the ring, barely managing to slide it over her knuckle. He noticed her hands shaking. Was she scared?

Of him?

He’d never thought she could be like that - sweet. Vulnerable. Something inside him began to give, to crumble.

Then her eyes flashed, her face falling into familiar lines of superiority and haughtiness and whatever had opened inside his heart closed shut again.

[marmalade_girl]

:snoodles: You're only saying that because you know that, deep down, Ash Lynx is the only person I ever want to write about. ♥ But no take-backsies, so a BF drabble you shall receive. ^________^

[marmalade_girl]

Buyer's Remorse
by Angela

Only twenty minutes home from the bookstore, and Eiji was bored. He glanced hopefully at Ash, but his friend was engrossed in his novel.

Television then: soap opera . . . commercial . . . game show? But he never understood American games - after a minute, he switched it off.

“Ash?”

“Hmm.” He didn’t look up.

Eiji paced. Prowled the kitchen. Ate crackers.

“You read all day?”

Ash grunted. “You bought comics.”

And read them. Eiji glanced at his stack of Shounen Sunday.

Don’t you wanna get any real books? Ash had asked.

Now he wished he had. Eiji sighed.

[astrokender]

Honey and Clover, please.

[marmalade_girl]

:salutes: This'll be hard, but I'm on it!

[marmalade_girl]

Old Friends
by Angela

I get a postcard - this time from Berlin - scribbling when and where to meet. We eat and drink. We laugh. He speaks of galleries and press junkets; I answer with planes and dowel jigs and we both pretend that we’re the same people who used to crash together on Mayama’s floor.

We don’t talk about her, but sometimes we try. We speak of old times and old friends, but our words weave around the empty space we save for Hagu. Morita’s smile turns wistful. She lives beneath our conversation and I wonder if she’s the only thing that binds us.

[astrokender]

This is so freaking bittersweet.

Thank you and damn you for writing this.