Drabble Request Post

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And since I figured more people might want to make requests... ;)

Leave me the name or one or two characters (it doesn't have to be only game characters, though if I don't know the one requested well enough I'll ask for an alternative), along with a writing promt such as those listed in the previous drabbles post and I'll write you something. It may go from a one liner to a drabble ~ I'll just go with whatever inspirations strikes me with. :)

You can ask for more than one drabble per request and ask for more after your requests are fulfilled, too.

Cheers and happy new year, everyone!
:)

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The mechanical horse smoothly ran in place, held aloft and above the floor by the pins Forge had set on either side of its stomach. And though it was in every way perfect, he still found himself looking towards the window each time the horses outside started at some imaginary noise, the sounds of their hooves akin to thunder as they raced through the fields. Though he'd never say it out loud, he knew there was something he'd never be able to build into at hing made of steel and wires. Giving in to temptation, he crept to the window and looked at the horses as they settled down slowly, each of them returning to a more peaceful grazing. Soon, they would start running and bucking again, and he didn't want to miss that moment, as he'd missed so many others.

~*~

Cain stared down at the extra large tub of ice cream the boys were stuggling to keep balanced between them and blinked, wondering what was going on.

"Miles brought ice cream for Cain!" was the cheerful explanation, both boys grinning and laughing at each other as they wrestled the huge container inside Cain's boat house.

It had been far too long since Cain could taste food and ice cream wasn't even a memory for him anymore. He looked down at the unmarked container and opened it slowly, the swirls of colors inside glowing up at him in anticipation.

Bobby lurked in the doorway of the mansion, staring down at the path leading to the boathouse and waited for the return of the boys he'd sent down with the results of an entire day's hard work.

Some things just had to be done right, and he was eager to know about Cain's reaction to his second first taste of ice cream.

~*~

The man sat at his desk, running a hand over the steelwrought patterns inscribed on its surface, smiling to himself slightly. The desk represented the pinnacle of his success, just as the building it was in - strong and solid and unmoving, set in place, never to fade.

He never once stopped to consider all the myriad ways steel could be melted to a puddle of nothingness and then reshaped anew.

[silensy]

He never once stopped to consider all the myriad ways steel could be melted to a puddle of nothingness and then reshaped anew.

Lorna: *cackles*

[katschei.livejournal.com]

Lorna is evil. Hers is an evil laugh. ;)

[silensy]

Indeed it is. *g* Sometimes she has too much fun with her powers.

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His desk was on the ceiling? Not bolted and it had a hole in the center where once important papers had been perused and contracts signed.

There were two magnetopaths in the States powerful enough to have slipped through security and done this. They were both laughing at him.

[katschei.livejournal.com]

*cackles*

Way too evil. That is never going to stop being funny. Hee!

[silensy]

Hee! It's always fun to mock Shaw.