This was the birthday fic I wanted to write for
old_blueeyes, right up until Dick Grayson stopped talking to me and it suddenly wasn't. Writer's block is the worst. In any case, I didn't want to scrap this entirely, so have about ~670 words of Dick Grayson, age six.
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little, oh, blue jay, whistle me something I'd like to hear )
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This is fantastic, you can really feel his joy and excitement and happiness, how this is everything he's ever wanted. I love that before he can even think he's climbing the pole... nevermind the rungs, just straight up like a monkey. XDDD I love his pride... he's a Grayson... and how proud his parents are, too.
Just- absolutely lovely, ohmigod. I feel like it's my birthday. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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DIIIIIIIIIIIICK. &heart. &hearts
HE WAS FEARLESS AND EFFUSIVE AND FULL OF GRAAAAAAAACE. \o/ \o/ \o/
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Also sorry for never getting back to you last weekend. Dinner turned into "let's play two hours of cards!" which turned into "let's watch a movie!" and I didn't get away until everyone else had gone to bed, including you. SORRY.
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