A/N: There are the drabbles for the reviewers of Promises Made Chapter 10! Be on the look out for Oaths Sworn (hint: it's also uploaded today!)!
Disclaimer: I don't own Darkest Powers or the Otherworld series by Kelley Armstrong.
zobelle – Chloe and Derek fluff. You all know that this is what you really want instead of the angst I love to dish out.
A time honored tradition amongst bored teenagers when the electricity cut out and all the batteries died was spin the bottle.
They had huddled there, she under blankets and him leaning against the couch. Spinning, spinning, where would the bottle land?
The bottle spun on the floor, sometimes sliding on the wood, other times barely turning at all. It would sometimes land on him, sometimes land on her, and more often landing on no one.
Spin again.
It wasn't necessarily a fair game when there were only two people playing, but it certainly gave it some sense of extra fun.
BriEva – Liz warns Jaime about Chloe
"She isn't what she looks like," the girl argued. Jaime had run into stubborn ghosts and certainly her fair share of people deluded about the living, but this was something she had run into only a handful of times.
Generally it was "she's a witch" or "he's a demon" but it never tracked out.
The girl said that the girl she would meet was a necromancer, one that was too powerful for her own good.
The girl tried but her words kept disappearing, the fates deciding to intervene.
Jaime met the girl later. She was swallowed in a ghostly swarm.
Lucky Ariana Wolf – Keith stalks Jaime
He watched her. He had snuck in the through the back door when one of the techs had taken a smoke break.
It seemed as though the show would never end, her talking about veils, spirits, and the 'great beyond'. It was bullshit, or at least that was what Malcolm said. She was a con artist when she was hosting her shows.
Keith could appreciate coldness in a woman like that. Stealing money out of grieving people's wallets? That suggested ruthlessness behind that airhead persona. He could also appreciate that body.
She was coming off stage.
He moved into position.
SuperNatural1985 – continuation of previous drabble; Clay and Nick discuss Clay's 18th birthday present
"I can't believe it," Nick seethed. He looked at his best friend and threw a pillow at him.
"Me either. You know I don't like people and somehow you think I want to spend my birthday with a complete stranger?"
"A very special time," Nick said, "which you would understand if you were like the rest of the planet."
Clay shrugged. Clay was atypical in more ways than not. Nick had been sure he had found a way to remedy this oddity. It was a sure bet … maybe not.
"A hooker," Clay said.
"I … no, she was an escort."
jabc4 - Chlerk
Dad always used to say "appreciate the small things." I wasn't sure if he was trying to send some message across about our situation, doing his best to approach a sensitive topic, or was just spouting something that he considered sounded fatherly.
I understood him now. It was the little things that brought me the most happiness these days, much more than I deserved.
Holding hands, being able to give a look across a room and have it understood perfectly, and there were … other things.
I scanned the room and my eyes found hers. She grinned and we left.