Seriously, how do I get in on this? Because shirogiku and I have sort of been doing something, but she recently ran out of prompts (I'm not sure how that's possible, but it happened.)
(( Dare: Sherlouch and Watsonzaku, 'domestic bliss' ))scribblestormApril 7 2012, 03:56:46 UTC
Try as she would to argue that she was not their housekeeper, Cecile often felt as though these protests fell on deaf ears. And so today she came upon the two residents of 221B Baker Street on a typical Wednesday afternoon, having two different conversations at once.
"I don't understand why I am doing this," Suzaku was telling the wall as he put up the new wallpaper. "I wasn't the one who shot the wall. YOU, however, WERE."
"Dull." Lelouch's contribution came from the couch, where he reclined with three nicotine patches on his arm. "Don't suppose the body would have had time to decompose by then."
"Four bullet holes," Suzaku muttered. "Four. Some people spend their entire military careers without getting half as many bullet wounds in them."
"Unless he threw it in the river." A nod, violet eyes squinting at the ceiling. "Sub-zero temperatures would have delayed tissue degradation."
"We have neighbors, were you aware of that? People, living on the other side of this wall."
Re: (( Dare: Sherlouch and Watsonzaku, 'domestic bliss' ))transient_wordsApril 7 2012, 04:14:35 UTC
Oh my dear XDDD.
This is lovely, just lovely -- like it made me giggle and laugh a few times. I love how short this is, but how well you captured their close, yet ... well, for lack of better words, ‘interesting’ relationship showing perfectly well how dysfunctionally functional they are. The fact that it was through Cecile’s eyes made it all the more apparent.
I think that, despite the fact that they’re actually talking about two different things, this drabble shows how well they operate and trust each other - there’s also a huge level of intimacy and closeness that you demonstrate by having Suzaku agreeing to go along with Lelouch’s schemes by the end. And Lelouch shows how important Suzaku is to him by actually trusting him with the job. I love that <3. I always thought that, even if you interpret their relationship as being strictly non-sexual, that there’s an emotional bond between those two characters that you just can’t deny
( ... )
(Dare:It's July 10th and Lord Bradley finds out (through an overly cheerful Knight of Three) that it's Suzaku's birthday. Drabble me this)
Twelve. Twelve times today he had heard that on this day eighteen years ago the filthy little creature known now as Sir Suzaku Kururugi spawned out of a gutter or some other destitute little hovel. The fact that each of these times this fact was forcefully brought to his attention was by means of an irritatingly cheerful blonde, did nothing to lighten his growing dark mood. He had to do something to alleviate his foul mood and since Percival was still having its drill repaired (there was just too much blood congealed in its mechanisms), the only logical conclusion was to give Suzaku a birthday present
( ... )
*** Suzaku doesn’t register much after the operation - merely knows that his vision is blurry and that his surroundings keep rolling in and out of focus whenever he cracks an eyelid open.
He can’t keep his eyes open for long though, but closes them shut when the light grows too bright, and he feels like drowning himself in darkness again.
(Darkness is good: soothing, welcoming - like death, only less painful, and like slumber, only more absorbing.)
Throughout the process of opening and re-opening his eyes, he feels the constant pressure of a hand against his - sometimes squeezing, sometimes lax but always there, clasped against his own.
He doesn't want to or need to know who it is. So he never looks up, just keeps his gaze focused on the hand -- larger than his own, but not as tanned.
Just once - when he feels a bit more daring - he looks up and catches a shock of blond hair.
And Suzaku should hate this, but he doesn’t because this lull of comfort and security is the closest thing he’s had to happiness in years.
Awww this turned out a lot sweeter than I thought it would ^___^. Gino is really such a cutie pie. (Unless this was a blond Bradley. Or Monica with freakishly large hands XD)
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Unless that IS the triggery madness.
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Hmm, if you want *prompts* I'd gladly oblige you in that direction ...(maybe a tad bit too gladly).
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"I don't understand why I am doing this," Suzaku was telling the wall as he put up the new wallpaper. "I wasn't the one who shot the wall. YOU, however, WERE."
"Dull." Lelouch's contribution came from the couch, where he reclined with three nicotine patches on his arm. "Don't suppose the body would have had time to decompose by then."
"Four bullet holes," Suzaku muttered. "Four. Some people spend their entire military careers without getting half as many bullet wounds in them."
"Unless he threw it in the river." A nod, violet eyes squinting at the ceiling. "Sub-zero temperatures would have delayed tissue degradation."
"We have neighbors, were you aware of that? People, living on the other side of this wall."
"Tissue damage, on the other hand ( ... )
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This is lovely, just lovely -- like it made me giggle and laugh a few times. I love how short this is, but how well you captured their close, yet ... well, for lack of better words, ‘interesting’ relationship showing perfectly well how dysfunctionally functional they are. The fact that it was through Cecile’s eyes made it all the more apparent.
I think that, despite the fact that they’re actually talking about two different things, this drabble shows how well they operate and trust each other - there’s also a huge level of intimacy and closeness that you demonstrate by having Suzaku agreeing to go along with Lelouch’s schemes by the end. And Lelouch shows how important Suzaku is to him by actually trusting him with the job. I love that <3. I always thought that, even if you interpret their relationship as being strictly non-sexual, that there’s an emotional bond between those two characters that you just can’t deny ( ... )
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Twelve. Twelve times today he had heard that on this day eighteen years ago the filthy little creature known now as Sir Suzaku Kururugi spawned out of a gutter or some other destitute little hovel. The fact that each of these times this fact was forcefully brought to his attention was by means of an irritatingly cheerful blonde, did nothing to lighten his growing dark mood. He had to do something to alleviate his foul mood and since Percival was still having its drill repaired (there was just too much blood congealed in its mechanisms), the only logical conclusion was to give Suzaku a birthday present ( ... )
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...Unfortunately, I am. :D
So Suzaku's gonna get eighteen lashes tonight, and then other things I suppose~?
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Suzaku doesn’t register much after the operation - merely knows that his vision is blurry and that his surroundings keep rolling in and out of focus whenever he cracks an eyelid open.
He can’t keep his eyes open for long though, but closes them shut when the light grows too bright, and he feels like drowning himself in darkness again.
(Darkness is good: soothing, welcoming - like death, only less painful, and like slumber, only more absorbing.)
Throughout the process of opening and re-opening his eyes, he feels the constant pressure of a hand against his - sometimes squeezing, sometimes lax but always there, clasped against his own.
He doesn't want to or need to know who it is. So he never looks up, just keeps his gaze focused on the hand -- larger than his own, but not as tanned.
Just once - when he feels a bit more daring - he looks up and catches a shock of blond hair.
And Suzaku should hate this, but he doesn’t because this lull of comfort and security is the closest thing he’s had to happiness in years.
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And lol this was Gino :)
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