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[pixiemun]

Every person on your flist gets to request a drabble (100-125 words) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned

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[crystalshatter]

Either our favorite puppies or Death and Sex. If it's Trace/Ian, make it the only fight they will ever have. Make it cute if possible. If it's Muraki and Molochai, let your imagination fly/

Sex and... yarn? O.o

[pixiemun]

Molochai let his fingers graze across the stacks of yarn on the shelf, pausing every now and then to pick up a skein and sink his fingers in with a delighted smile. He plucked up a few, tossing them in the handbasket on his arm. Muraki followed behind him with a bored expression on his face.

The angel’s fingers found bliss at the end of the shelf. His face lit up in a smile so full of pleasure that Muraki scowled jealously. Molochai thrust it at him excitedly.

“Here! Feel this!”

Giving it a cursory squeeze, Muraki tossed it over his shoulder and pinned Death to the shelf and kissed him, hard. Yarn forgotten, Molochai pressed against him with a moan.

Behind the counter, the saleswoman dropped her phone and stared.

Re: Sex and... yarn? O.o

[crystalshatter]

Mrrrrrrrrrrow. Se-xy.

I think the only yarn Muraki has ever seen has been the stuff he once tied some girl up with. But since she didn't bleed because of it he switched. It makes sense, if you really think about it. ;)

I will process your drabble when I get some more time to sit at a computer *loves on horribly*

Re: Sex and... yarn? O.o

[pixiemun]

By the way... ~giggles~ I always kind of thought of Ian as looking like Eric Schweig.

Purr.

[tam_the_mun]

Some sweet Kiyra/Siar. ♥

Closer than before

[pixiemun]

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Kiyra asked from the window. Her form was silhouetted in the soft moonlight.

The liche rose from his seat at the desk, abandoning the tome there to join her. He slipped his arms around her waist and his hands settled protectively over her belly.

“Not nearly as beautiful as you,” Siar whispered in her ear.

She smiled, tearing her eyes from the snow-dusted landscape and looked up at him. “Silly bunny. I might think you love me, if you keep that up.”

Siar was silent for a moment before hugging her close. “You might.”

She leaned into him, returning her gaze to the scene through the window as she murmured, “I might love you, too.”

He smiled into her hair.

Re: Closer than before

[just_a_liche]

♥

Re: Closer than before

[pixiemun]

~_^ Thought you'd like that. ♥

[to_morrow]

Midi/Luna mush. The world needs more of that quality mush.

A not so modest proposal?

[pixiemun]

“You cooked all of this?” Luna asked, her eyes wide.

“I did.” He grinned, taking her hand and leading her into the candlelit room.

Midi gracefully pulled out a chair and seated her before a table set for two. It nearly sagged under the weight of a huge meal that seemed too beautiful to eat. He poured two glasses of rosy wine. Smiling as he gazed at her, he held up his glass, sparkling in the soft light.

“Happy birthday, darling. You’re still as beautiful and amazing as the day we met. And…” He took a deep breath and sank to one knee beside, producing a delicate, gold band, “I was hoping to celebrate the next as your husband, if you’ll have me…”

Her eyes filled with tears and she set her glass aside, hugging him fiercely.

[evrar]

Something about Brendle. It doesn't matter what.

[pixiemun]

They were finally asleep, all nightmares soothed away to make room for pleasant dreams. He left Essence curled up around Midi’s diminished form, and Veris asleep next to them, to slip outside. Landiva hadn’t been in his room when he went to say goodnight, but he knew where to find him.

Brendle walked a short way down the path and slowed as he approached the large tree. Landiva glanced up, leaning against the trunk and nodded to him.

“It’s late.” Brendle said softly, walking over to him.

Landiva nodded again, silently, running his fingers slowly against the wood of his cane and stared out through the trees.

The redhead sighed quietly and wrapped his arms around his friend’s waist. “You’ll get through this, I promise.”

[_brendle_]

~blush~

[just_a_liche]

Gypsies...and a campfire, with dancing. You can pick the details.

[pixiemun]

The bonfire flared higher as another log was tossed on. Laughter and singing mingled in the clearing with the primal roar of the flames and the enticing beat of several drums.

One lone dancer writhed before the blaze. All eyes were on her as her hips moved seductively. The muscles of her smooth abdomen rippled and glistened in the firelight. She rolled her shoulders, twisting them back and forth in an almost serpentine motion as her torso followed, slithering and backlit against the fire.

Avery handed the baby over to Dearthair and rose, walking out into the circle of light and took up the dance in front of her, bending in to whisper in her ear as his hips swung in time, “You are one hot mama.”