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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Using the tweaks... ;)

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Angelo tugs at the lapels of his suit and nudges the tie into place, eyeing his reflection in the mirror with a touch of satisfaction and still a lot of bemusement.

His mother is proud of him, he knows. She always was, ever since he decided to take his life into his own hands and direct his own fate, but of late, there's been a special glow to her eyes whenever she's seen him wearing one of the suits, readying himself for another mission with Nathan, somewhere in the world.

One day she'll crack and let him know how very much he resembles his father, on those days. But not yet. She'll enjoy the thought and keep it to herself for a little while longer, and let him get used to the realization that he's doing well for himself, thanks to his own efforts and decisions. And that he's made his mother proud, in so many ways she can't even begin to tell him how.

~*~

Kurt stares at the young man on the street, eyes narrowed and glowing faintly in the dim shadows he's concealed himself in. There's just something about the boy, though he can't quite put his finger on it. Perhaps it is because he moves with the grace of an acrobat, one trained in the same way Kurt was, or maybe it is something else. Either way, he has a mission to accomplish and Kurt moves on, setting the thought aside for now.

The next day, in his room, Kurt pulls out an old box from under his bed and starts looking through the faded and yellowed posters. When he reaches the one he was looking for, he stares down at it for along time, remembering what it had been like when The Flying Graysons had toured, ever so briefly, with the circus Kurt knew as his only home, back in the day.

The resemblance is unmistakable, and Kurt wishes he'd taken the time to talk to the boy in the street, after all.

Re: Using the tweaks... ;)

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*squeaks*

Love them!

Re: Using the tweaks... ;)

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DUDE! DUUUUUDDDE.

Quoted directly from Twiller. Literally. "DUUDE."