Drabble Challenge - Chicken

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Chicken
by Slantedlight

A hundred thousand lights glint off his hair, orange and red and bronze under the streetlamp. They make him an angel, though he's got a dirty face, and there's no good at all in the way he's looking at me. There's no good in the way his body pulls at mine either, without touching me, just by standing, canted, being. And his lips are innocent-pink, but not the way they're smiling at me, just before he speaks, he whispers, he says it out loud.

"Come to bed, Bodie…"

And me, I can't move, and I can't say anything at all.

Drabble Challenge - Achieve

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

There are days when the rattle and thrum of this city are too loud for me, when I want them all to stop fussing, to leave me be so that I can think back, and decide whether it was all worth it. Was there anything, in all my life, that people will look back on, and say he did this? Through the blood and the fear and the deaths - aye, the deaths, too many by my own hands - through the pain and the secrecy, will anyone notice?

If nothing else, I did one good thing. I made them.

Another drabble - sorry to inflict!!

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Title: Still of the Night

Prompt: Fog

The cold chill of the night coupled with the dense fog helped to hide him in the shadows.
Lurking there like a spy. No, not a spy; a spider waiting to kill the prey.
Except...
...he didn’t want to kill.
He didn’t even want to spy.
In reality, he didn’t even want to be there.
It was like a compulsion; like he had to be there or die.
The fascination had increased day by day, night by night, until the magnet had drawn him close.
And so he watched.
Silently in the dark.
Waiting for the right time to strike.

I think I'm addicted to this drabbling thing!

[myrebelcat.livejournal.com]

Thank you to moth2fic for the prompts! I grabbed "journey" for this one and made it a title.

And I should say, I feel all naked and shocking, what with drabbling un-beta'd.

( Herein lies yet another Drabble )

It's raining drabbles!

[myrebelcat.livejournal.com]

I thought I was done, but then this little bunny hopped into the room and demanded I do something about it.

So, here you go - one more drabble, pinned to the presentation board.

( Prompt word: Elaborate, v., as in 'to elaborate on' )

Drabble - Hairdryer

[empty-mirrors.livejournal.com]

He told himself that he wouldn't really do it. That this was Bodie's bag, not his. But that's kind of the point. He's doing this for Bodie, to find Bodie, and in this situation, is there anything he wouldn't actually do?

"Where is he?" he asks again.

Cahill's gaze flicks between Doyle's face and the hairdryer poised less than an inch above the water. Sweat sheens on his top lip, from fear or heat from the bath, Doyle doesn't know which, or care. He just wants to know. And he knows that he will do anything - anything - to find out.

another drabbler

[loyseofverlaine.livejournal.com]

I don't think I'll ever write "older B&D" the way I write "older S&H". But I got the prompt word "Paintbrush", and this just kind of came together.

******

Military Surplus

Doyle loathes decorating with a passion. Wallpaper, paintbrushes—carpet samples, for God's sake. It's enough to send any normal man round the twist. Just because he can paint doesn't mean he has to.

He's got too many memories of a childhood in a house where the pristine state of the walls and floor mattered more than a growing boy's need to play. He firmly ignores Bodie's moaning about living in a tip.

That is, until the day Bodie arrives home with two cans of paint—one battleship grey, one camouflage green—and politely inquires which he'd prefer for the bedroom.

And another Drabble

[schnuffi.livejournal.com]

It's amazing how everybody seems to shake them damn drabbles out of their sleeves. Took me a bit longer but I finally managed another one. And you can blame it all on probodie - she asked for it *G*

( Gotta be Love )

Drabble challenge

[crimson-37.livejournal.com]

I don't usually do this kind of thing, so, well, you know, have mercy and all that. :)

( A Throw Away Moment )

Drabble: Hungover(I-III)

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Apologies to Slantedlight this time as technically speaking they are almost 3 seperate drabbles, tho' tis much better if you read them together.*g*
( Hungover 1-3 )

Drabble, drabble!

[myrebelcat.livejournal.com]

This one is a companion to Journey, though it stands alone.

As for why I wrote another drabble? It wasn't my fault. I had to save the plot bunny. It was approaching critical mass.

( Switching Drivers )

Drabble Challenge: Adrift

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Whilst mulling over byslantedlight's prompt, managed one of moth2fic's: jetsam.

( Adrift )

The Sequel

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I've attempted a sequel to my Fall Girl Drabble with the prompt "Truth".

( Read here... )

Drabble - Ineffable

[empty-mirrors.livejournal.com]

Accommodations have given up trying to move him. He can't leave. He just gets builders in to fix the worst of the damage after things get a bit too much. Like finding a well-foxed paperback stuffed down the back of the couch. Or when he dreams, so vivid that he wakes surrounded by familiar scent with the ghost of a hand against his cheek.

It's six months before he stops pausing, confused, between Dobson and Flatley on the shift roster, wondering who's made the mistake.

And if anyone asks how he is?

He smiles, and answers resolutely, "I'm fine, thanks."

Help! I can't stop!

[myrebelcat.livejournal.com]

This one is a companion to Journey and Switching Drivers. It also stands alone, I think!

I really do expect this will be my last for awhile, though. EH just walked in and she says she's taking away my computer privileges, for my own good.

( Alternate Route )

Drabble - again!

[schnuffi.livejournal.com]

Dammit, this seems to be catching! Ok, this one is a bit out of context I fear but it jumped me while I was shopping (of all things) and I thought I give it a try. Doyle's POV yet again - seems I just can't get Bodie's *sigh*

( Close Call )

Drabble prompt: Reciprocal

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

“I’m here,” said Bodie’s voice.

After many silent hours, the whisper through the icy airwaves was an unexpected gift.

Belly-down on concrete, Doyle shut his eyes against the cold and wished he could crawl to him. Supposing neither of them died tonight in this dense, black landscape there might be a chance to show he had understood.

He tugged the handset close so it almost touched his lips, needing to speak to Bodie’s inner ear. If he didn’t understand, he might not be careful enough. Doyle’s voice was strangled by desire to find the right word.

“Likewise,” he said.

Drabble - Tamper

[empty-mirrors.livejournal.com]

They sneak out of the do early, the girls giggling. Bodie wants to throttle both of them, especially when Christie shoots him a gloating look over Ray's shoulder. A thrown gauntlet, and Bodie's never backed down from a fight yet.

By the time the girls get back from ten minutes in the loo, Bodie's finished. Ray's tie is gone, his collar's open exposing a length of neck marked with faint bruises, his lips are swollen bee-stung pink and his pupils are blown wide, turning his eyes into limpid shadowed wells.

Christie glares. Bodie smiles beatifically back.

Game, set and match.

NB: Tamper - to interfere inappropriately with someone

Drabble that's all Rebel's fault. . .

[elizabethhelena.livejournal.com]

Okay, so technically I wrote it, but Rebel used the puppy eyes of doom on me! I was almost helpless in their thrall.

Ahem. With profound apologies to the late Quentin Crisp for nicking his title.

( The Naked Civil Servant )

Home

[heliophile-oxon.livejournal.com]

(I couldn't help it. It's crimson_37's fault really.

Stupid Bastard part 2 - Home.

Stupid bastard won’t stop grinning, won’t stop clowning around, won’t stop bleeding – just a scratch, just a crease, on his fucking neck if you please and we’re talking a fraction of an inch here and that could have been an artery – and Doyle has had enough.

Slams the door behind them.

“You get your clothes off right now and get into that bloody shower and then I’m going to show you why you got to take as much care of your own skin as you do of mine.”

Bodie stops his stupid-bastard grinning. And slowly, slowly he begins to smile.

Drabbling

[veronicaluv.livejournal.com]

My prompt from byslantedlight was swami (swami?? ow, head hurts!)

"I know your future, Ray."

"How do you know?" Four words hissed between clenched teeth, costing Ray seconds of preciously guarded breath. He felt his ribs expand against his bloodsoaked shirt, felt the rough fabric chafe his skin. Reality was Bodie's hand clenched around his own lax fingers, Bodie's unrelenting certainty in a world suffused with agony.

Warm air brushed his neck. "You'll come home with me and we'll do it right this time. Oh yeah, know it all, don't I."

"My very own swami." Four words forced through a pain-choked laugh, part defiant challenge, part triumphant capitulation.

Drabble: Overnight

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Prompt word: Overnight

He blames adrenaline for the first time, alcohol for the second, and gratitude for the third when he slams into Bodie's injured arms before the locks have even clicked.

And it is three. Doyle has no idea who the fuck Bodie thinks he's kidding by pretending not to be sure.

Besides, if Mr Oh-So Casual can't bloody count, then how come he wakes up after the fourth time with his arms and mouth full of a Bodie who hasn't left, and whose grip on his arms will bruise by morning?

Overnight they've gone and done it, then. Partners to partners.

Drabble Challenge: Safe Harbour

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Here's a sequel to Adrift. With a big thank you to heliophile_oxon for the idea.

( Safe Harbour )

Drabble challenge

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Having another go. Here goes.

( Deep Water )

(no subject)

[heliophile-oxon.livejournal.com]

Just had to check what happened in the shower - sorry I didn't check properly for injuries, but it turned out to be superficial and they wanted to get into the shower and ...

Water’s hot. Bodie’s eyes are shut, shampoo sluicing down his chest and belly and … legs. He doesn’t even open his eyes when Doyle steps in with him, right up against him, wraps his arms around him and shakes him gently in a pantomime of exasperation. “You idiot.” Lays his head against Bodie’s cheek, forehead resting on Bodie’s shoulder. “You’re not made of bloody Kevlar either, you know.” He turns towards that beautiful mouth, grazes across bruise-darkened skin and just before their lips meet he stops – just for a second – to tell him in a whisper, “You stupid, stupid bastard.”

ETA that's my lot - I actually got tonight's RL work finished in spite of everything! Off to join the party down in the garden now ... bonfire's just  going nicely ....

Drabble Challenge: Undone

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One last one to end my night. byslantedlight, here's your buckle prompt.

( Undone )

Drabbletastic

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

A flying jar of marmite nearly sent Doyle over the edge. It catapulted out of the black hole of Bodie’s kitchen cupboard and shattered at his feet.

“No need to throw it on the floor,” came a drawl. “Just unscrew the lid.”

“I’ll unscrew your lid,” Doyle growled, arriving back at the bed. Unthinkable words tumbled out of his mouth. “This isn’t working, Bodie.”

“No,” Bodie agreed. He shut his eyes and hoped for the best. “So move in.”

Doyle had the cupboard safely stacked by ten o’clock.

They made their first anniversary with ease. And every anniversary that followed.