The dreaded author's note: I've decided to post a few new drabbles here. For those of you who are unfamiliar with my style of drabble writing, I write both traditional drabbles (story encapsulated in 100 words) and vignette drabbles (100 word segments that could fit into a larger story or idea.) If you don't like something, just skip onto the next. . . because there's something here for everyone. Angst, drama, yaoi, and even the occasional gen and fluff. Thank you very much for reading, and I will accept constructive criticism if you don't like something. Reviews are my friend.
01. Introduction
Midvalley/Wolfwood first meeting.
There was nothing more boring than waiting around. In the old days, he would have walked away.
Leaving the "Master's"-oh how I hate him- compound without permission, though, could be punished with death.
Midvalley reached for a cigarette, lighting it with a golden lighter, as a priest walked toward him. Eye of Michael busybodies. . .
"Got a light?"
"Yeah, sure," he said, surprised at the request as the priest, instead of scolding him, drew a crumpled cigarette from his jacket.
"Thanks," the younger man replied, sitting down next to him. "The name's Wolfwood."
"A pleasure to meet you. I'm Midvalley."