It's Been A While Since This Meme Played On My LJ..

[redbrunja]

 Write me a drabble, any length, and I'll write you one back with the same pairing.*



*Naruto excluded. Yes, yes, I'm mean. In my defense, Naruto is used to being rejected by the cool kids. ^_^

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[chomiji]

Revy knocked back her shot of vodka. Rock sipped his, knowing that he'd show it far more. She flashed him a wicked grin.

"C'mon, Rock - we got things to do!"

"Like what?"

"Well - " She twisted around to wave at the bar: "Nuu has plenty more liquor left, right?"

She was all strong shoulders and rounded boobs, her flat belly showing between her cutoffs and her top. Rock wanted to press his lips to that exposed strip of skin. He downed the rest of his shot and thumped his glass back onto the tabletop.

"Sure does," he said, resentfully.

[nimblnymph.livejournal.com]

"In my defense, Naruto is used to being rejected by the cool kids."

CANON IS IRREFUTABLE DEFENSE!

Assuming you've seen the movie and liked it....

"He's dead."

"Think so?"

"Well, he hasn't moved since Frabjous Day. And that was very many days ago."

Mallymkun's tiny black eyes blinked as she peered up under the tatter brim of their companion's hat. A puff of breath sent her whiskers blowing. "He's alive!"

The March Hare's tea sprayed from his furry mouth and the force of him sitting upright sent his teacup flying -- or, more accurately, his arm sent it flying. "Alive? Alive?! He's alive?!"

But no sooner had he started tittering with glee than a despairing moan issued between his broad teeth. "Not dead ... not dead. He should be."

Mallymkun nodded solemnly as she wandered back down the decimated tea table. "If his heart weren't broken, I'd cut it out for him."

*rubs neck* Er... yeah. Random is random.

[qualapec.livejournal.com]

Not exactly a PAIRING, per se...
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Richard loved the way the snowflakes collected in Kahlan's hair. The white against the darkness contrasted and the pink on her cheeks brought out her faint freckles. Every so often, she would readjust the pack slung over her shoulder, then button the loose hook beneath the heavy fur when it came undone.

She glanced up at him, had to know what he was thinking as he looked at her.

With one graceful hand and a kind smile, she reached over and brushed the flakes from his own bangs.

[jade-sabre-301.livejournal.com]

I have worked on this for twenty minutes, which is fifteen more than I intended, and I think I officially give up. For what it is (a drabble that wants to be 1500 words), I give it to you:

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Zuko was sure she did it on purpose, and he hated her for it.

Oh, her feet would be planted just fine, but her elbow would be too high or her shoulders hunched or her fingers curled, and when he shook his head at her she would raise an eyebrow and say, "Why don't you fix my stance, then?"

It was bad enough when Aang was around, looking curious as he hesitated; he didn't want to be the one to have to explain that Katara's bending outfit left much to be desired. It was worse when they were alone, no witnesses to restrain him, or confirm his self-restraint. He was sure she was teasing him, waiting for him to trip up, to linger long enough for her to holler for her brother. He was also sure she knew exactly what she was doing; in trying to avoid her gaze, he missed the question there, the cautious insecurity with which she gauged his reaction.

He gave no answers, wiping his expression from his face before stepping forward and touching--her wrist, her shoulder blades, once her knee. "Your hands are warm," she would say as he nudged her into place instead of answering, trying not to listen and thus failing to hear the hitch in her voice as his pale fingers trailed across her dark arms.

Their lessons ended with a bow, and he always left before she could see the strain in his eyes, turning away before she could open her mouth and say, please touch me again.