Drabble Writing Post

[psithurism]

So, my dear journal reader(s), if you wish to ask me for a drabble, simply post a prompt as well as a character/paring in the comment section and I shall endeavor to fill it to the best of my ability.

You can check my tags or my FFN for a list of (a small portion of) my fandoms, if you're unsure about what I follow. [A hint: everything.]

Mostly for fun, and I need more writing practice.

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Haru/Kyoko (how did you know this was one of my KHR OTPs?????)

I've been awake for a while now
You've got me feelin' like a child now
'Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tingles in a silly place

It starts in my toes
And I crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
You make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go

~"Bubbly" by Colbie Caillat

[lifelink.livejournal.com]

Not so much fitting to the prompt and I have no clue on the timing or setting on this one... gah, fail.

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Haru's heart flutters whenever she sees the other girl, her blood flits hotly whenever her friend's hair wavering in the sunlight, her toes curl whenever Kyoko laughs, and she smiles with her, even if the world somewhere is ending.

They walk together like this, in the opposite direction of where ever home is, just getting lost in each other and the way there is always something to look forward to.

Today Haru isn't so much brave but wistful and young. An airplane draws clouds about her, vague shapes of children's dreams, and Kyoko is warm beside her such that she wants to sink in and be lost.

She let's her hand waver at her side for a second, but Haru is nothing if not true and even though here words are lost somewhere in the distance, her fingers clasp blindly at peach pale skin and she turns herself to face Kyoko.

Kyoko is smiling sweetly at her, a dust of blush staining her cheeks lightly and Haru feels the flutterings in her stomach increase until she feels like she's flying, above the clouds and all the things that seek to hold them down.

They walk like that, down the broken tarmac, hands laced such tightly and not letting go.