Drabbles :D
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savioursephMostly Kingdom Hearts tonight :)
"Sophomoric (dragon!Maleficent/Sora)
His attitude amused her - so full of the sophomoric arrogance that can only come from too much responsibility too young. Strolling into the castle, so convinced he could handle anything in his path - but how well could he handle her? Riku's betrayal may have been a blessing after all - she'd never felt so much power! This was the true darkness - what she had longed for her whole life!
Maleficent glared hungrily at the spiky-haired boy below, nostrils fuming angry green clouds of smoke and fangs bared hungrily. Did he really think he could best this? She spread her wings threateningly and lunged at him, but he rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding her outstretched maw. A slight tingling in her shoulder - obviously his anatine little friend casting one of his toy spells her way. She blasted him aside with a fireball and turned to face the cocksure brat, tail knocking the dog who fancied himself a knight flailing into the wall. He was at her mercy now, and would soon see how little she...
PAIN!!! Searing, white-hot pain lashed through the dragon's body. The key penetrated her rock-hard armour, effusing treacherous light throughout her being. Maleficent gave a roar of agony as the light spread through her, taking the darkness in it's path and illuminating until there was nothing left.
K2CrO4 / Find a happy place / Mother (Vexen)
What little he remembered of his previous life came in flashes - nothing coherent, just vague memories. He knew he had a mother, for example, although this was patently obvious, really - who didn't? He had memories of her - a young blonde woman, and her three meddling but well-meaning aunts. But he couldn't for the felix* of him remember her name - anything, really.
But this wasn't the time for memories - he had to do something about the neophyte. Whoever his mother may have been she probably wouldn't approve of what he had planned. Then again, he was almost certain she wouldn't have approved of what was happening now, her son being forced to pander to the whims of a lunatic. Marluxia was not to be trusted - why the Superior couldn't see this was beyond him. Why else would he put the three highest ranked members in his little troupe out of the way in the basement, consorting only with the psychotic harpy and the pyromaniac? He was up to something, and Vexen had to take measures.
He tipped the bright yellow powder into Marluxia's morning coffee and returned to the lab - the one place in this wretched castle he felt he belonged. Soon he would tell someone of his suspicions, but if things went to plan he wouldn't need to bother.
* felix - my stupid, made up term for a nobody's "life" (life + x) ^^;
Gold (Xigbar/Xaldin)
He was talking again. He talked so much - a continuous, valley-accented outpouring of meaningless nothings to anyone nearby, never leaving a gap for anyone to come in. Not that Xaldin minded - he said little himself. And so he lay there, not quite listening, just staring into the gold-tinged eye of his vociferous lover, mesmerised, as the stream of words broke apart into moans and Xigbar's narrow hips buckled fiercely against his ass.
Xaldin lay on the bed, warm and euphoric, his sleeping lover close beside him, enjoying the oh-so-rare comfortable silence. Times like these were when he appreciated the non-stop chatter most of all; Xigbar slept like the dead, and the train of thought that led to broke whatever he had in place of a heart.
Sarah!Linebeck/Jolene
"What?"
"No!"
Sarah's mouth pulled down into a D-like rictus of despair as the tub of facial bleach spilled it's contents over her precious felt jacket. Why did she even have the stuff? She didn't have a moustache to bleach.
The polydactylous cat slinked away, pleased with his sabotage.
"Sophomoric (dragon!Maleficent/Sora)
His attitude amused her - so full of the sophomoric arrogance that can only come from too much responsibility too young. Strolling into the castle, so convinced he could handle anything in his path - but how well could he handle her? Riku's betrayal may have been a blessing after all - she'd never felt so much power! This was the true darkness - what she had longed for her whole life!
Maleficent glared hungrily at the spiky-haired boy below, nostrils fuming angry green clouds of smoke and fangs bared hungrily. Did he really think he could best this? She spread her wings threateningly and lunged at him, but he rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding her outstretched maw. A slight tingling in her shoulder - obviously his anatine little friend casting one of his toy spells her way. She blasted him aside with a fireball and turned to face the cocksure brat, tail knocking the dog who fancied himself a knight flailing into the wall. He was at her mercy now, and would soon see how little she...
PAIN!!! Searing, white-hot pain lashed through the dragon's body. The key penetrated her rock-hard armour, effusing treacherous light throughout her being. Maleficent gave a roar of agony as the light spread through her, taking the darkness in it's path and illuminating until there was nothing left.
K2CrO4 / Find a happy place / Mother (Vexen)
What little he remembered of his previous life came in flashes - nothing coherent, just vague memories. He knew he had a mother, for example, although this was patently obvious, really - who didn't? He had memories of her - a young blonde woman, and her three meddling but well-meaning aunts. But he couldn't for the felix
But this wasn't the time for memories - he had to do something about the neophyte. Whoever his mother may have been she probably wouldn't approve of what he had planned. Then again, he was almost certain she wouldn't have approved of what was happening now, her son being forced to pander to the whims of a lunatic. Marluxia was not to be trusted - why the Superior couldn't see this was beyond him. Why else would he put the three highest ranked members in his little troupe out of the way in the basement, consorting only with the psychotic harpy and the pyromaniac? He was up to something, and Vexen had to take measures.
He tipped the bright yellow powder into Marluxia's morning coffee and returned to the lab - the one place in this wretched castle he felt he belonged. Soon he would tell someone of his suspicions, but if things went to plan he wouldn't need to bother.
Gold (Xigbar/Xaldin)
He was talking again. He talked so much - a continuous, valley-accented outpouring of meaningless nothings to anyone nearby, never leaving a gap for anyone to come in. Not that Xaldin minded - he said little himself. And so he lay there, not quite listening, just staring into the gold-tinged eye of his vociferous lover, mesmerised, as the stream of words broke apart into moans and Xigbar's narrow hips buckled fiercely against his ass.
Xaldin lay on the bed, warm and euphoric, his sleeping lover close beside him, enjoying the oh-so-rare comfortable silence. Times like these were when he appreciated the non-stop chatter most of all; Xigbar slept like the dead, and the train of thought that led to broke whatever he had in place of a heart.
Sarah!Linebeck/Jolene
"What?"
"No!"
Sarah's mouth pulled down into a D-like rictus of despair as the tub of facial bleach spilled it's contents over her precious felt jacket. Why did she even have the stuff? She didn't have a moustache to bleach.
The polydactylous cat slinked away, pleased with his sabotage.
