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cristallina ([info]owllight) wrote,
@ 2008-06-13 03:00:00


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Comment on this entry with a character and three prompts - a noun, an adjective, and a verb - and I'll write a little drabble about it.


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[info]lemonadeandgin
2008-06-14 02:05 pm UTC (link)
Hans: buckle, pure, decorating

Augie: school, destracted, doodling

Perry: zoo, alone, plotting

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[info]owllight
2008-06-21 03:07 pm UTC (link)
Hans is making a cake. That isn't to say that it looks like a cake, or even that it will taste like a cake. It comes out of the oven rather cake-like, though collapsed in the middle and too brown on the sides. Hans pouts at it, and wonders why it doesn't realize that its a cake for Gabe and really ought to be good for him.

"You aren't for me," he explains patiently to the cake, reasoning with it. "Perhaps you could just fill up around the middle some more?" But cakes don't often listen to reason, and Hans ends up filling the center with whipped cream and strawberries, then covering everything over with yellow icing.

The kitchen is a disaster of flour and, inexplicably, glitter, by the time Hans is done decorating the cake with blue icing hearts and stars. He surveys his work proudly, icing streaked on his cheek and making his hands sticky. He cleans quickly and runs into the bedroom to change into his best clothes, even putting on his shoes with golden buckles, before he waits impatiently, fidgeting on a kitchen chair until Gabe comes home.

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[info]owllight
2008-06-21 03:17 pm UTC (link)
Summer couldn't come soon enough for Augie. His mother calls it "senioritis". He calls it being in love. Really, in class, he thinks a lot more about Morgan's lips than about whatever it is the teacher is talking about. Sometimes, he becomes so distracted that the teacher will shout his name several times before some part of his brain associates with it, ripping him away from an image of Morgan molding to his body the night before.

He doesn't take notes, either, anymore. He doodles in the margins, drawing apples and little white kittens. He writes notes to Morgan, telling him that he misses him and asking him to come over, as if he wouldn't have anyway. He leaves these in Morgan's locker, or slips them into his pocket when he stops to kiss him in the hall.

Morgan smiles secret smiles for him in the hallways, his beautiful eyes dancing, that only help distract him for the rest of the day.

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