sincere | Drabble Challenge cuz why not

Need to get cracking on my writing, Crysi made it look tempting, and, heck, I have way too much free time, what with the "can't find a job" thing. Challenge me!

Each person can ask for up to 3 drabbles, and you can ask for 1-3 people in each drabble. All genders and orientations welcome. Pairings are indicated by / and regular interaction with , -- but I'm Le Subtle and your pairing may or may not be nearly invisible.

I'm still on a KH kick, but you may also request: Tales of Symphonia/the Abyss, Suikoden I-III, Warcraft, Lost, Kyou Kara Maou, most of CLAMP, and Final Fantasy VI-XII (minus XI and VIII, although VIII characters may be requested in KH-verse, and plus Tactics). If you're really jonesing on something else, ask and I'll tell you. (In advance, I know nothing of Avatar.)

The format is Character/Character: prompt, as follows:

Luxord, Namine: fortune-telling
Marluxia/Zexion: politics are sexy
Balthier/Fran: the AU where he never took off the Judge costume

You can also request specific storylines, as follows:

Namine, Cid: the tea (AS)
Sora, Roxas, Xemnas: you know nothing (IXIII)

(No requests for NNK canon yet; there isn't enough of it to go around.)

Bonus points if you request at least one pairing that nobody I know writes.

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Does this challenge work for non-fanfic drabbles too?

Always. ♥

*loves*
Okay:
Diary of Angels (you pick the pairing) - 'oh god, not again'
Tieunis/Jillia - dirt
Davinde - moon

It was night when he arrived. It was too hot to travel during the daytime, they all said, but he traveled at night because in the daytime he liked to soak in the sun. No one would see him, hidden amidst the dunes, fey and nude and redhaired, because no one sane traveled during the daytime.

He stopped in front of a pottery merchant, and, "I am looking to open a storefront," he said in his most humble tones.

She brightened at his words, studying his face beneath the headwrap. "Ah, a newcomer! Mmm... Oren has lost his liquor license, might be seeking to pass on his bench." She seemed eager to talk. He liked his neighbors talkative. "Take a right on the terrace lane..."

Davinde evaluated her pottery with an expert eye. The structure was sound and fine patterns were combed beneath the glaze; not bad, and if the dyed pots were any indication, her wares were popular enough to afford a little luxury. It would be hard to convert households set in their buying habits.

"What do you sell, new friend?"

He turned his face up to her, smiled. "I'm an apothecary," he said spontaneously. He'd been a glass-blower last time, and he so hated repeating himself. It made it easy on the Watchers.

The young woman looked impressed. "Well now, isn't that a fine career. What manner of potions would you propose for me?"

Teasing him. Interested. "Mmm, for you? Your peers might be interested in my diamond elixir or fever-root... But Madam has no need of such petty enhancements." He touched two fingers to his lips, a gentleman's salute, and she laughed, confident.

"Do you take a potion for that golden tongue?"

"It comes naturally," he demurred, and looked around the dark street. "Though I do have a potion for resisting it."

"Oh, you do, do you?" Her eyes were teasing him still.

Davinde smiled for her, showing perfectly even white teeth. "Oh yes." In his very softest voice, softer than the silk shrouding him. "On a night of deep midnight, one must strip to the bone and bathe in the reflection of the full moon on the surface of the water. One will chant thrice, 'Cleanse me of impurities, spirits of fire; cleanse my heart.' And then as one emerges from the water, still wet, finally one downs the potion, and never again knows the sway of an enchanted tongue."

Now her eyes were silent, round and unguarded, and her unsettled surprise made her fumble to find a reaction. After a moment, glancing right and then left, she forced a laugh. "That all sounds like witchcraft to me. Fire spirits indeed!" She reached into the cup of water at her elbow and flicked her fingers to scatter the liquid against her neck, warding herself.

And that was how he knew she was no good. His secrets were too important to risk on souls without a spark. A kinder smile. "Now there's a silly thing to say. The potion must be taken by one with no toxins or stress in the body, mistress."

There, the set of her shoulders eased, and her dull heart quieted. "And the spirits?"

"No, demons," he said, beatific. "Only angels in my shop."

He shouldered his pack good-naturedly, and raised his tiny candle to the level of his eyes, and moved down the well-lit road, humming a children's song. He had to see if an old man was interested in giving away his livelihood.

*loves* <3

Her legs dangled slightly over the stone rim and she looked down at the dig site, sprawling out under her. It was stultifyingly hot and her hair was impossible -- if she let it down it got damp and scraggly and clung to the back of her neck, and if she put it up she felt like her neck was naked under the sun's assault -- but she rather liked the little safari hat and the khaki gear she'd found for the occasion.

Of course, their guide had taken one look at the get-up and asked, "You're not a big archaeology buff, are you, miss?" She had cheerfully admitted to not being one, and he had told her kindly that if she wanted to observe from the base camp, she wouldn't have to go down and get all dusty and dirty while her husband (boyfriend) was adventuring.

Jillia rather resented the implication that she was the timid little 1970s sitcom wife in this scenario, dragged along on her husband's (boyfriend's) adventure when all she really wants is to be in her kitchen with her ironing board and vacuum, but she loved being clean and really it was all for Tieunis, and he had been wholly supportive of her remaining up in the camp. Besides, the cute ensemble would stain.

It was just that it was getting boring now.

"Hey," she called down. A dozen archaeologists looked up, and she kicked her legs and smiled for them, but she zeroed in on Tieunis as he waved up at her. "How's it going?" Shyness was not one of her dominant traits.

Nor Tieunis's. "I know all their techniques already," he said, and she thought he was grinning, although it was hard to tell. "I think they'll be letting me dig soon."

How exciting for him, how fun, and how adorable, with his Indiana Jones hat betraying both his ambition and his geekery. "Tell me if you find anything," she told him, and then she leaned back slightly, thinking about what to do with herself for the next god only knows how long. She didn't just want to watch -- she was getting fried out here, SPF 40 be damned, and she did not believe in standing around outside waiting for other people while she developed uneven tan lines. Maybe she'd see if anyone could make her a Screwdriver around this place.

Or... Jillia got to her feet, straightening thoughtfully, and stretched. Or maybe she would go down there and join them after all. Tieunis was having fun without her on their vacation, and really she wasn't all that vain. She could tolerate a little dirt and some sunburn for a few days in the name of a good time.

Tieunis would like it, too, she was pretty sure.

And the outfit would clean up nicely.

*squee!! <3*
That's awesome. :-D

Drabble Challenge cuz why not

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Davinde, "In the Land of Twilight"

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