So, um... Hi :D. I have continuously been stuck on the numerous fanfics i've begun writing and decided to do something. I then decided to go to my friend and ask her to send me a list of prompts and some pairings and then i would begin writing drabbles. Besides Chaco, she also asked fo Rab/Rod, so i'll begin writing for them too. I'll upload as i go, but real life is an attention craving whore and i have the attention span of a goldfish on speed, so we'll see how it goes :D. The prompts are the chapter names.
Edit: As you can see i changed a little on the summary and stuff. Explanation time: My friend decided to take the prompt list and actually write pairings for each prompt, so i have decided to post these drabbles separately instead. If you're confused, go complain to JustMeDownHereAgain as she's the one confusing me.
Prompt: Dragons
Draco has never been brave. That's Charlie's job. So, even though they both share a strong love for dragons, they show it in different ways. While Charlie is out tending to the real, breathing –Scary, humongous yet oh, so beautiful- dragons, Draco collects figurines. He collects dozens upon dozens, until all his shelves are full of beautiful carvings, fragile glass sculptures, nimbly crafted clay models and even a few made from scrap metal, all elegantly and precisely created to likely resemble their living counterparts.
In the middle of all these numerous well crafted art pieces lies a simple wood carving, snugly hidden between a moving glass figurine of a Hungarian Horntail and a lively painted clay model of a Norwegian Ridgeback, and seems so out of place between the elegant wonders of the room. The cutting is a bit crude and rather uneven. The proportions are out of place and there is no sense of details. 'It's a Romanian Longhorn', he said, and, try as he may, Draco still can't see it. But even though it may seem small and unimportant, this is Draco's true treasure. This is a carving that a man he holds dearly spent many long hours carving. 'Whenever I missed you, I'd begin carving, and it helped, at least for a short while.' And Draco had smiled, because he understood.
And nestled between all these dragons, clutching the wood carving to his chest, Draco feels just a little bit closer to the lover he can't meet.
