Drabble Time - Enable Me!

[puella_nerdii]

So I'm getting overly stressed out over finals and I need a break.

The solution? Give me drabble prompts so I can procrastinate even more so I can blow off some steam. I'm currently crushing on FFXII in a big way, but I've still got a place in my heart for FFVII(/AC/DOC), DDS, Hellsing, Petshop of Horrors...hell, any fandom that I've written for

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[laylah]

Basch/Gabranth, dawn. Another chance.

Spoilers for the end of the game.

[puella_nerdii]

Gabranth wakes to pain; a drumbeat pounds at his temples and colors the sky a throbbing red. He breathes, and the air sears his lungs.

Cool liquid brushes against his swollen lips. “Drink,” Basch urges him.

He opens his mouth to ask what happened, why he still lives. Basch takes the opportunity to tip the contents of the potion cask down his throat.

“Basch…” he croaks. “On the Bahamut, I-”

“Rest,” Basch finishes. In the soft light of morning, Gabranth makes out his own Magister’s helm tucked under his brother’s arm. “I will see to you until you are well.”

Re: Spoilers for the end of the game.

[laylah]

♥ ♥ ♥

TOTALLY the way it ends. ^^

[mariagoner]

Oooh, this sounds fun! ::claps hands with evil glee::

Larsa/Penelo, dawn. And every kiss he gave her already tasted of goodbye.

Aaaaand, if you're up for experimental stuff:

Penelo/Reks, twilight. "You don't have to go, you know." "You sure about that much?"

Drace/Vayne. Midnight. Slipping further and further...

One of three.

[puella_nerdii]

Her hair is beautiful in this light, colored gold and pink by the emerging sun. She’s left it unbound; Larsa runs his fingers through the soft waves, savoring the whisper of the silken tendrils against his skin.

“When do you have to meet the Rozarrian ambassador?” Penelo murmurs, her voice slurred with drowsiness.

Larsa leans over and brushes his lips to hers. She sighs and stretches under him like a cat. “Not for another three hours.”

“Oh.” She rolls to the side, cocooning herself in the azure bedcovers. “Should I-”

He catches her wrist, pulls her close again. “Stay.”

Re: One of three.

[mariagoner]

Aww, this is so lovely and so sweet! I really love the way Larsa plays with her hair-- it just seems so intimate and tender a gesture-- and him being so needy about her company strikes me as very, very apt. Lovely fic-bit. ♥ Permission to drop a link to the Larsaxpenelo comm? ;)

Re: One of three.

[puella_nerdii]

^^ Thank you! (He really is devoted, the sweet little thing.) Glad you liked it so much! And permission granted.

[mariagoner]

New Drabbles.

Larsa/Penelo, with possible Al-Cid macking on our favorite Lady Sky Pirate. Evening and a seethingly jealous Larsa is a plus!

Penelo and Fran, talking about girl stuff over sunset. So, how do you manage the idiot sky pirate partner in your life?

Gramis and Larsa. Following in your father's footsteps at the dawn of a nice era for your empire.

[mariagoner]

Should make that NEW era. ::sigh::

One!

[puella_nerdii]

Sorry these are coming in a bit later. Yay classes. >>

***

Larsa’s teeth ache. He doubts he can keep this benevolent smile plastered across his face for much longer, especially when Al-Cid drapes his arm over the back of Penelo’s chair, fingers casually brushing her back.

“I have heard fantastic tales of your beauty from my men,” he says. “Their reports capture only a pale reflection of what I see before me now.”

Almost in spite of herself, Penelo grins, and Larsa’s grip on his goblet tightens. Casting Silence on a member of the Margrace family would provoke an international incident, he reminds himself.

Still, he’s sorely tempted to do it.

Re: One!

[mariagoner]

Ahah! This is so fantastic! I love the way Larsa seethes-- ever so quietly and diplomatically-- while Al-Cid pimps as usual! And I hate to admit it but if I were in Penelo's place, I'd grin too. Al-Cid does indeed have quite a tongue on him, no? ;)

[laylah]

...well, hey, if we can keep going~

Basch/Ashe, twilight, setting responsibility aside.

Balthier/Penelo, night -- decency only goes so far.

Larsa/Vaan, good reasons to wake early in the morning.

Don't worry about getting to them, if you wind up with too many. yus?

the first one!

[puella_nerdii]

“What would you have me do?” Basch breathes, his hands cupping the curve of Lady Ashe’s thighs. The contact is too intimate still, too familiar, but when he parts his lips to protest, Ashe seals them with kisses as searing as the sun over Dalmasca. The twilight suits her, he thinks; it darkens the curve of her lips and the flush in her cheeks.

She rests a calloused fingertip against his lips. “Take what you desire-not of your queen, but of a woman.”

“My-”

“No,” she whispers, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Tonight, I am not she.”

***

(omg I got almost!porn out of them for once. *marvels*)

Re: the first one!

[laylah]

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I -- I really needed that this evening. guh.

Re: the first one!

[puella_nerdii]

Glad to be of service! ^^

Re: Valenwind~

[puella_nerdii]

This, Cid thinks, is how more of his mornings should start: Vince actually in the damn bed next to him for once, tendrils of his black hair plastered to Cid’s chest. He props himself up on one elbow and just watches the shallow rise and fall of Vincent’s chest for a few minutes. Everything’s just-quiet with him now. No lines between his eyebrows, no flashes in those red eyes. It’s kind of nice.

It’s also kind of boring. “Morning,” he mutters, reaching over to curl his hand around Vincent’s cock.

Cid almost swears he hears him purr. “Good morning.”

***

(Don't apologize for fangirling! They're fun. ^^)