because I am compulsive
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inmyriadbitsDrabble round-up from that meme the other day:
Repairs
for trialia, Kaylee/River (Firefly)
Kaylee curses, loud but muffled underneath the console. River doesn't look away from the stars; she knows that Kaylee only insults Serenity's ancestry like that when her parts aren't cooperating. (Kaylee doesn't curse anyone else when she's hurt herself, and those are the times River worries.)
River has been curled in the copilot's seat for a long time, and her muscles complain. She unfolds one leg from beneath her and stretches it up toward the ceiling, flexing and pointing her toes.
Simple complaint, simple solution. It's soothing to her like algebra.
Kaylee drops the wrench with a clang and a final curse, scooting out from under the pilot's side controls. She whistles, eyeing the long extension of River's leg. "I just don't know how a person can bend like that," Kaylee says, sitting up.
River lowers her foot, leg straight, smooth arc – and pokes Kaylee in the stomach. Kaylee giggles, ticklish. This, too, is simple algebra of the body, and it makes River smile.
Saturday's child works hard for a living
for shoemaster, Cooper/Sherman, Saturday (Southland)
This was the last thing he expected John to do the morning-after.
Ben had woken late to an empty bed, but not a silent house. He wandered blearily out to his living room to find John sprawled across the clean lines of his couch, watching Saturday morning cartoons.
He stood in the doorway and watched John laugh at an animated explosion. His arms stretched casually along the sofa cushions, but he looked a little stiff. His back, Ben thought.
John looked up when Ben shifted his weight, uncertain, and he smiled wide. "Hey," John said, and turned down the volume. "Come here."
The Art of Tea
for lordessrenegade, Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Aang was fidgeting.
Zuko had never paid Uncle Iroh much attention during his many rhapsodies about the Art of Tea, but apparently enough sunk in through simple constant exposure that Zuko had squawked in outrage (a noble, dignified sort of squawking, no matter what Sokka said) at this morning's tea-making travesty.
They were boiling the tea leaves with the water. It was not his fault.
So here they were – Aang squirming impatiently across the fire, and Zuko, channeling his uncle and trying not to miss him so hard it hurt.
"Watch carefully," he said, and began to set out the tea leaves.
Repairs
for trialia, Kaylee/River (Firefly)
Kaylee curses, loud but muffled underneath the console. River doesn't look away from the stars; she knows that Kaylee only insults Serenity's ancestry like that when her parts aren't cooperating. (Kaylee doesn't curse anyone else when she's hurt herself, and those are the times River worries.)
River has been curled in the copilot's seat for a long time, and her muscles complain. She unfolds one leg from beneath her and stretches it up toward the ceiling, flexing and pointing her toes.
Simple complaint, simple solution. It's soothing to her like algebra.
Kaylee drops the wrench with a clang and a final curse, scooting out from under the pilot's side controls. She whistles, eyeing the long extension of River's leg. "I just don't know how a person can bend like that," Kaylee says, sitting up.
River lowers her foot, leg straight, smooth arc – and pokes Kaylee in the stomach. Kaylee giggles, ticklish. This, too, is simple algebra of the body, and it makes River smile.
Saturday's child works hard for a living
for shoemaster, Cooper/Sherman, Saturday (Southland)
This was the last thing he expected John to do the morning-after.
Ben had woken late to an empty bed, but not a silent house. He wandered blearily out to his living room to find John sprawled across the clean lines of his couch, watching Saturday morning cartoons.
He stood in the doorway and watched John laugh at an animated explosion. His arms stretched casually along the sofa cushions, but he looked a little stiff. His back, Ben thought.
John looked up when Ben shifted his weight, uncertain, and he smiled wide. "Hey," John said, and turned down the volume. "Come here."
The Art of Tea
for lordessrenegade, Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Aang was fidgeting.
Zuko had never paid Uncle Iroh much attention during his many rhapsodies about the Art of Tea, but apparently enough sunk in through simple constant exposure that Zuko had squawked in outrage (a noble, dignified sort of squawking, no matter what Sokka said) at this morning's tea-making travesty.
They were boiling the tea leaves with the water. It was not his fault.
So here they were – Aang squirming impatiently across the fire, and Zuko, channeling his uncle and trying not to miss him so hard it hurt.
"Watch carefully," he said, and began to set out the tea leaves.
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Date: 2010-01-18 12:04 pm (UTC)