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things to do on your day off
Behold, a meme!
1. Go to my master fic list and pick out a line or two from one of my stories. (A full line, if you will; a speech tag with content is fine, but sentence fragments will mostly just make me repent the day I decided I like the occasional sentence fragment.)
2. I will respond with which story of mine I think it's from.
3. A drabble to anyone who stumps me. If you do stump me, feel free to request a situation and characters.
If you end up with a potential drabble, any of my fandoms is a decent bet, but (unsurprisingly) I will respond with the most promptness and enthusiasm if it's for due South. (Or Doctor Who or Lord of the Rings, actually; I am particularly up for those also.)
1. Go to my master fic list and pick out a line or two from one of my stories. (A full line, if you will; a speech tag with content is fine, but sentence fragments will mostly just make me repent the day I decided I like the occasional sentence fragment.)
2. I will respond with which story of mine I think it's from.
3. A drabble to anyone who stumps me. If you do stump me, feel free to request a situation and characters.
If you end up with a potential drabble, any of my fandoms is a decent bet, but (unsurprisingly) I will respond with the most promptness and enthusiasm if it's for due South. (Or Doctor Who or Lord of the Rings, actually; I am particularly up for those also.)
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Even if I am right though, your fervent capslock desire for drabbles compels me to say, keep giving me sentences until I cannot guess one, and then I will give you a drabble of your choice. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT, EH (says the girl who thinks she guessed the first one right, maybe more fool her).
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But this is only a flicker, only a momentary lapse in the way things are.
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He doesn't have anything to say either.
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Doctor Who l Koschei/Theta l I cannot emphasize enough that my body / Is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel / Harboring these diminishing, so-called 'vital organs' / Hope my heart goes first / I hope my heart goes first (From "We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed" by Los Campesinos!)
ALTERNATIVELY: Doctor Who l Koschei/Theta l Medically speaking, you're adorable (From "Risque" by Cute Is What We Aim For)
ALSO, ALTERNATIVELY: I would pretty much be happy with anything Koschei/Theta related honestly. WHY DOES NO ONE WRITE THEM ANYMORE?
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Koschei was frowning.
Theta did not take this as a bad sign: Koschei's darker moods usually settled his face into a strange smooth neutral, where a frown meant his friend was working out some difficult problem in his mind. A month ago Theta might not have bothered to set Koschei's expression to specific parameters, but they were currently learning the basics of interstellar diplomacy, and Professor Flavia was insistent that they closely study the facial expressions of a variety of lifeforms for vital social cues. Theta rather wanted to dismiss the whole theory as ridiculous, but Koschei seemed genuinely enthusiastic about it, so he studied willingly. At the very least it gave him another excuse to closely watch Koschei's face.
Having the tables turned, however, was slightly disconcerting. Koschei's studying frown had been focused on Theta for several long minutes now. Finally Theta threw down his data pad and shot Koschei an irritated look. "What?"
"Hold still," Koschei said in reply, coming over and sitting down next to Theta. Theta complied, since it was no great hardship, but when he raised his eyebrows in inquiry Koschei said again, "No, hold still," and produced a translucent tendril of measuring tape. Theta's eyebrows climbed rather higher, but he made them subside so that Koschei could take careful measurements of his face.
At length Koschei seemed satisfied, and turned away to rummage about for a data pad. Theta rubbed self-consciously at his face, which was tingling a little from the contact, a somewhat ridiculous psychosomatic response, and asked, "What exactly was I holding still for, hmm?"
"According to the raw numbers," Koschei said, apparently in the process of entering the measurements of Theta's face into the data pad, "you ..." He paused, looked rather surprised, chuckled, and glanced up at Theta. "Medically speaking, you're adorable. That's how the numbers come out."
"Adorable," Theta repeated indignantly, with the faintest notion that indignation was not going to help his case. Koschei started chuckling again, but didn't stop Theta from snatching the data pad away from him. The numbers glowing back at him did seem to be accurate numerical calculations for the various dimensions of his face, but there was no apparent value judgment on the results. Theta looked back up at Koschei with narrowed eyes; Koschei was still laughing a little, with no appearance of nerves, and Theta felt the now-familiar sensation of expansive fondess in his chest.
"Koschei," he said; a last chuckle and his friend subsided. "You really don't have to go to so much trouble to give me a compliment."
"Compliment," Koschei snorted, but when Theta reached out to map and measure Koschei's face with his fingertips, his mouth curved into a smile and his eyes fluttered closed, and the point was conceded.
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