Drive-by meme
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eirenicalFeeling the need for a writing prompt meme. So...
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elrhiarhodan:
Use one of your favorite icons, and post a ONE WORD prompt with it in the comments. I will then write you a ficlet to go with it.
Also, I've walked 27.75 miles of my way to Mordor. ^_^ Right now, the road is busy rolling up and down, but in another four miles, we're going to have our first encounter with a Black Rider! Woooo! ;D
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elrhiarhodan:Use one of your favorite icons, and post a ONE WORD prompt with it in the comments. I will then write you a ficlet to go with it.
Also, I've walked 27.75 miles of my way to Mordor. ^_^ Right now, the road is busy rolling up and down, but in another four miles, we're going to have our first encounter with a Black Rider! Woooo! ;D
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Date: 2012-10-04 11:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-05 01:09 am (UTC)Adam frowned, opened his mouth, closed it, frowned again.
Tick frowned, opened his mouth, closed it, crossed his arms over his chest, frowned again.
Bernadette fluffed her hair, smiled winningly, eyes sparkling, and asked innocently, “What?”
Adam opened his mouth, made a desperate little noise in the back of his throat, then bolted for the back of the bus. Tick rolled his eyes. At least the little bastard had made it some distance away before letting loose those peels of laughter. He reached out a hand to finger a lock of Bernadette’s hair, cleared his throat... and couldn’t think of a single positive thing to say.
Bernadette smacked his hand away, her smile slipping just a bit at Tick’s continued silence. Finally she said bluntly, “You don’t like it.”
Tick was only able to meet Bernadette’s eyes for another few seconds before the snort of laughter caught him unawares and he collapsed into a fit of giggles of his own. But, when Bernadette ripped the wig from her head, threw it down on the table and turned on her heel to storm off the bus, Tick got himself back under control. He reached out and caught Bernadette’s hand in his own, pulled her towards him until he could wrap his arms around her. He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her once again blonde head and said, “Sweetheart... it’s nothing personal. You just don’t have the right coloring to be a redhead.”
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Date: 2012-10-05 10:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-05 04:02 pm (UTC)