drabble for tadakainmate - time was, time is, time shall be

Title: time was, time is, time shall be
Requester: tadakainmate
Series: Onmyouji
Requested Topic: Hiromasa & Seimei, theme of growing old together please!
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/925482.html


Seimei knows all the tricks for stealing life, for bringing the dead back, and for cheating Fate. But as he watches Hiromasa grow older with the years (and, to be honest, feels age in his own joints, and plucks the betraying threads of white from his own hair), he knows that he can’t use them.

Power comes through knowledge. Knowledge shapes who you are. To be who he is, onmyouji and master, there are things that he can never do.

But he can stroll down through the years with Hiromasa, and weave their names together in his own secret spell.

weather going downhill again

As I was walking into work this morning, the rain changed to sleet (this was moderately painful, coupled with a positively biting wind) and I arrived to work bedraggled and dripping. I had to retreat to the toilet and apply paper towels.

By eleven o'clock it was snowing.

Then it cleared up and we had a pale, cold afternoon, and a chill evening with a vicious wind.

But on the positive side, I got work done, and post-work shopping went rather better than expected, with several presents sorted, and a new pair of jeans which fit surprisingly comfortably. (I hate clothes shopping.)

And people at work were very complimentary about that finished cushion cover. Which is nice.

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Love Sonnet XI

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

-- Pablo Neruda

drabble for pony_rocks - go forth and procreate

Title: go forth and procreate
Requester: pony_rocks
Series: Bleach
Requested Topic: Could I please, PLEASE have Bleach Christmas drabble? Featuring Quincest, hospital and mistletoe? :O
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/925482.html


Quincy Ishida Uryuu,

While admitting no fault or responsibility, I wish to extend my assistance in increasing your bloodline. In token of my good wishes, I enclose my daughter Nemu. I have altered her genetics to the Quincy strain, and her crate will be delivered to your father’s place of work. In the Christmas spirit, she is wearing a piece of mistletoe.

And nothing else.

Do not feel obliged to thank me. I understand that young men find such things awkward. However, please sign the attached contract stating that you renounce all genetic rights to any results.

Yours,

Kurotsuchi Mayuri

drabble for mei_yanohi -- high functioning sociopath, please

Title: high functioning sociopath, please
Requester: mei_yanohi
Series: Sherlock / Doctor Who
Requested Topic: Arguing the pros and cons of multiple companions (the Doctor) vs one lifelong companion (Sherlock)
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/925482.html


“Don’t you ever have the urge to interact with those of your own race more frequently?” Sherlock asked. “That sort of thing has come up often enough in literature – the loneliness of the wanderer whose friends keep on dying around him, the wish to associate with others of equal intelligence –“

“Don’t you ever have the urge to exercise tact?” the Doctor demanded. He was aware that Pond and John were exchanging sympathetic looks behind their backs.

“Never,” Sherlock said with satisfaction. “If I do it, then there is certainly a reason for it.”

“How very human,” the Doctor said, and sighed.