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singularityderp2011-09-29 09:48 pm
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the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!
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Ladon and Camille 240
Jin by himself 414
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626
well you're walkin and a talkin
and a freakin and a yellin
Once they'd moved past the stage of soldier and general, superior and inferior and approached some semblance of equality, Jin started to wonder why in the hell Ladon put up with him.
"Well, just listen! Look, I know there's the whole burned thing and all that, but look, okay, I mean I burned the heck out of these cupcakes just right, I think, and I figured, burnt sugar should be okay right? So it's kind of like a frosting, a really kind of...not great frosting, but still. Anyway! I just want you to try a little bit okay? I'm trying to figure out how to burn them just right and I need your opinion!"
Jin was dragging Ladon along by the wrist as he talked, practically jogging, his scarf flapping behind him and occasionally smacking Ladon in the face.
"Don't want any of your damn cakes in a cup. You were talkin' before about pink frosting. Don't want any part of this froofy shit, yeah?" Ladon practically growled out the words, but Jin had taken to ignoring the annoyed tone. Ladon was easy to crack once you got through the harsh, mobster exterior and the swearing.
"If you don't like it, you don't have to eat anymore!" Jin chirped as they arrived at the apartment. Jin practically yanked him inside. "Just one? Just a bite? Pleeeeeease?"
Ladon rolled his eyes. He hated it when the other dragon started begging.
"...Fine. One damn bite."
"Yay!" Jin threw up his hands and bounced in place for a second, then dashed into the kitchen. Ladon sank into the nearest chair with a groan and swept his hat off, scratching at the top of his head where the hair tangled around his horns.
Jin bounced back in mere seconds later, carrying an absolute monstrosity of a cupcake with burnt sugar frosting on a little white plate. He grinned and held out the burnt horror to Ladon. Ladon looked it over dubiously.
"Sure you're not tryin' to poison me?"
The words had the expected effect: Jin blanched and stared at Ladon in horror.
"Gosh, no, sir, I'd never--!"
"Just--shut up and hand it here," Ladon said before Jin could fall back into the "sir" habit.
Jin held it out to Ladon again, noticeably more subdued. Ladon sighed, dutifully picked up the blackened cupcake and took a tentative bite. Jin watched intently as Ladon chewed.
"Tastes like charcoal," Ladon said once he'd let Jin stew for awhile. "Mushy charcoal. With a weird aftertaste."
"Is...that a good thing?" Jin asked. He looked like a puppy eager to please its master. Ladon thought briefly about telling Jin that it was terrible if only to see the look on his face. But he couldn't.
He smirked a little and said, "Yeah, Jin. 'S good."
Re: 626
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414
so it's better my sweet
that we hover like bees
He liked it best when leaving wasn't painful.
She was drunk again. He could smell it on her, and could see the half-empty bottle of Merlot on the counter she'd tried to hide. Still, he smiled to see her, standing in the doorway, leaning against the jam and staring at him with accusation and mulishness.
"I just wanted to say goodbye," he said when the silence between them had stretched on long enough. "My bus is leaving in like a half an hour, so."
"So, go," she said. "Go if you're going. What do I have to do with it?"
"I hate leaving without saying goodbye."
"Why do you even have to go?" she said abruptly. "You never told me anything. I mean, what is it, are you in some kind of trouble?" She lowered her voice. "Is it drugs?"
He had to laugh. "No. Just...I'm needed somewhere else. I have to move on."
"Mr. Goddamn Mysterious," she grumbled. "Mr. Melodramatic. Put on a cowboy hat and get a horse and a sunset why don't you."
He laughed again. She folded her arms and stared down at them sadly.
"You've been a really good friend, Jin. Why can't you just stay. I mean...I actually really..."
He drew her into a hug to save her from having to say it out loud. "I know. I wish I could stay. I just...can't. I'll visit, though. Whenever I'm in the area."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She sighed, butted her head against his shoulder and drew away. Finally, again, she was smiling.
"I'm holding you to that, Jin Tian," she said. "I'll hunt you down if you don't."
He grinned. "I always keep my promises. I'll see you again. For now, though...goodbye."
She was seventy-three when he saw her again, sitting on the porch of her southern home, the matriarch. Six children, thirteen grandchildren.
"You're late, Jin Tian," she said, thumping him over the head with her cane.
"I know," he said sheepishly. "I mean to come sooner, but things got...busy."
"You haven't aged a day. Me...I've gotten old."
"Not so old."
She stood up on creaky knees to pull him into an embrace. She sobbed once into his shoulder but didn't cry.
"You kept your promise," she said.
"I always keep my promises," he said with a tiredness that hadn't been there before. "Sometimes it just takes awhile."