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er, hmmm. Lotrips?
Um, I might have written a few drabbles of the lotrips variety. They're all around 100 words, PGish. don't hurt me
There are shards of glazed blue plate on his white floor.
Mixed with his blood it paints a gorgeous picture and Viggo's soapy fingers are itching for their camera.
Moving might ruin the shot though, and pain is just beginning to filter into his consciousness.
He could call for Orlando, but it's early and he's not quite ready to deal with a grumpy Elf. So, with a mournful sigh he looks down and prepares to move.
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Elijah's got some new Chuck Taylor's but the white toes are blinding and the new laces are harsh against the black canvas.
So it's with careful consideration that he winds his old laces through the new holes. He gives them another critical look, drops the shoes to the floor and jumps on them. He pauses to examine his work, frowns, and decides that a few more goes might be necessary.
Dom giggles as Elijah prepares to jump. Startled, Elijah looks up, he flashes Dom a grin worthy of an imp, and kicks one of the shoes in his direction. He doesn't wait to see if Dom begins jumping.
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Light flashes in from outside and Orlando's glad that for once it's not a camera. He's feeling quite smug actually, for having gotten home before the storm begun, for having beaten the elements.
He's making tea, the power has just gone off and he sends up a silent thanks for his gas stove and for Viggo's penchant for candles. The next order of business is starting a fire, Orlando's decided that he'll be best off bringing his bedding out to the living room and sleeping there.
He brings out an extra pillow, and smiles when he hears a key turning the lock. He's already set out a cup of Viggo's favorite orange spiced tea. Orlando really loves storms.
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Dom hates driving in LA and he’ll be damned if he’s going to spend the money to replace the top of Sean’s, now his, car. Sometimes he wishes he was back in Manchester, at the pub with his mates. He still goes back there, to see his family and to catch up with his friends, and it makes him remember what he loves about the states. But whenever he’s forced to get behind the wheel of his car he mourns for the relative safety of driving in England.
Elijah thinks this is hilarious, and often he’ll make Dom drive just so he can giggle when Dom starts swearing in true British form. Dom hates driving in LA, but sometimes he thinks there are some definite advantages to it.
There are shards of glazed blue plate on his white floor.
Mixed with his blood it paints a gorgeous picture and Viggo's soapy fingers are itching for their camera.
Moving might ruin the shot though, and pain is just beginning to filter into his consciousness.
He could call for Orlando, but it's early and he's not quite ready to deal with a grumpy Elf. So, with a mournful sigh he looks down and prepares to move.
---
Elijah's got some new Chuck Taylor's but the white toes are blinding and the new laces are harsh against the black canvas.
So it's with careful consideration that he winds his old laces through the new holes. He gives them another critical look, drops the shoes to the floor and jumps on them. He pauses to examine his work, frowns, and decides that a few more goes might be necessary.
Dom giggles as Elijah prepares to jump. Startled, Elijah looks up, he flashes Dom a grin worthy of an imp, and kicks one of the shoes in his direction. He doesn't wait to see if Dom begins jumping.
---
Light flashes in from outside and Orlando's glad that for once it's not a camera. He's feeling quite smug actually, for having gotten home before the storm begun, for having beaten the elements.
He's making tea, the power has just gone off and he sends up a silent thanks for his gas stove and for Viggo's penchant for candles. The next order of business is starting a fire, Orlando's decided that he'll be best off bringing his bedding out to the living room and sleeping there.
He brings out an extra pillow, and smiles when he hears a key turning the lock. He's already set out a cup of Viggo's favorite orange spiced tea. Orlando really loves storms.
---
Dom hates driving in LA and he’ll be damned if he’s going to spend the money to replace the top of Sean’s, now his, car. Sometimes he wishes he was back in Manchester, at the pub with his mates. He still goes back there, to see his family and to catch up with his friends, and it makes him remember what he loves about the states. But whenever he’s forced to get behind the wheel of his car he mourns for the relative safety of driving in England.
Elijah thinks this is hilarious, and often he’ll make Dom drive just so he can giggle when Dom starts swearing in true British form. Dom hates driving in LA, but sometimes he thinks there are some definite advantages to it.
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Go ahead, gimme more. So much good writing begins with good drabbles.
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The Dom passage is also lovely. Full of homesickness and grumpy thoughts that seem v Dom. He can't ever really be happy.
(is this your first turn towards the darkside? I welcome you into our ranks!)
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And also, Happy Birthday!
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Oh dear lord! *G* I try to fb whenever I like something. Especially when people are new and need a hand up.
Your drabbles are excellent, and if you ever need any improv words or something to help you write more, just let me know. I'm always about for that sort of thing.
Thank you re: my bday!