anyone want drabbles?

[tlvop]

Heeey I am procrastinating! I owe drabbles to Fi, Star, and Gen (from here), which will maybe get gone to first (and I need to go to bed >.>, so it would be later today).

But if you want drabbles, let me know??? NO PROMISES but hahahaha i will try :D.


Also I think I am quitting ibuprofen. Stomach ache is worrisome.

forgot to say: fandoms are LotR, Gundam Wing, FMA: Brotherhood, and basically any of my pups from Milliways (assuming I also know your character?)

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[dictator-duck.livejournal.com]

Quatre doesn’t trust the extended wireless network here on the outskirts of the city to be secured enough to send any e-mails on (he uses Trowa’s connection instead, indoors), but he doesn’t want to miss the mid-morning light – so instead he’s sitting out on the downhill slope of the hill at the back of the lot, trying to read a proposal his CFO passed on this morning (every vacation for Quatre is a working vacation). It’s harder than he would’ve expected; every time a bird sings he ends up setting down his reader and spending a few minutes watching the wind in the field, as it sways the green growth and the wildflowers, and the occasional movement in the nearby copse of trees.

They’re in the middle of North America, near the old border between Canada and the United States; the circus is stationed in a field of what used to be farmland, before the farming innovations of the 050’s made most of it unnecessary. In the distance, there is the dark green vastness of a government-forest, one of the many planted to help with CO2 conversion; this land is still property of the city and its suburbs, in case its borders need to expand again, households scattered in old farmsteads, with online businesses or retreats.

He breathes in the air, tasting the always faintly-clogging sensation of pollen and dust in higher levels than L4 cleanliness restrictions mandate, but with the flowers here as an explanation and justification both, he smiles, closing his eyes. He lays back against the hill, and breathes out.

After a few minutes he hears someone climbing he hill, and relaxes slightly. He pops up on his elbow to turn around, smiling as Trowa joins him; he still has some lion hair on his sweater but, Quatre judges decisively, he can stay – he’s carrying a thermos of coffee.

“Hi,” Quatre says, waiting for Trowa to sit next to him before he brushes a kiss against his boyfriend’s cheek.

Trowa glances sideways at him, fond. “I thought you might want this,” he says, uncapping the two mugs the thermos came with.

Quatre laughs, sitting up straight; the call of caffiene is a strong one. “Always.”

Later, they see a squirrel; Quatre is perhaps a bit more enchanted than he’d care to admit.

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

I'm totally enchanted and I'm not afraid to admit it at all. That was a lovely picture of Quatre and his relationship with Trowa.

he still has some lion hair on his sweater but, Quatre judges decisively, he can stay – he’s carrying a thermos of coffee.

^This was just prefect and made me grin from ear to ear.

Thank you for writing this and starting my day off on a wonderful note. *hugs*

[dictator-duck.livejournal.com]

*hugs*! :DD I am really glad you liked it! I will not lie I love writing them being dorky >.> (I do it a lot!) <33!

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

That kind of dorky makes me very happy!