Sixth Day of Christmas

[cattygabriel]

Adam - Unsure

  Adam is never sure what’s real and what’s not. 

  When the beautiful girl in the bar whom he’s been eyeing for a while suddenly decides to move into the seat next to him and smiles, is it because she likes the look of him too or because he wants her to like him?

  When the Them, even as adults, still place him before anything else, is it true loyalty, or the simple fact that he wants his friends to be with him?

  When the universe bends to your every whim, even the subconscious ones, how do you know what’s real?

~*~

Seventh Day Of Christmas - Fox attempts to write the other Loki (probably fails)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_silverfox/]

It is frustrating. While there is no lack of supernatural beings with destructive abilities in the manor none of them seem to be inclined towards world ending. Loki can’t decide whether it’s just laziness on their part or they are brainwashed.

An antichrist on a crusade to preserve the world, a war goddess preferring sex to wanton destruction, demons actually liking the world and the people in it … The angels are hopeless causes anyway, except for Michael who says he needs orders from above.

He doesn’t even want to think about the embarrassment of being told no by himself.

Seventh day of Christmas

[sirius-luva.livejournal.com]

Since Yubi offered us Drugs and Primoris, I thought I'd offer my Primoris drabble to go with it. ;)

 

Primoris - Deceptive

  All you can hear is your heart beating; you dare not move or even look back, in this maze of dark corridors.

  Is that a footfall behind you? An intake of breath?

  Run.

  Forgetting stealth, you break into a run, feet pounding against the ground, onwards and onwards on a neverending path; you know there is a shapeless terror behind you, gaining on you, and you dare not look back. Run, until your heart gives out, and you never wake.

  Run, run, as fast as you can, little mortal man. For I am waiting, at the end of your path.

~*~


I admit, I originally wrote something that was way over 300 words for him but then this had to be a drabble, so I took the last bit and edited it to stand alone, and voila.

eight maids a' milking,

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Today's picture is for chrisvenus's Daniel! (Prince of Stories, Monarch of the Sleeping Marches, His Darkness Dream of the Endless, and I am rightly embarrassed to remember all that right off.)

I've drawn Morpheus plenty of times, but this is the first Daniel, I think. He's... more or less monochromatic, which makes rendering him in actual colours a bit odd.


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