Hehe drabbles are fairly addicting people, try them!
'blink thrice' - - Oz/Alice
Blinked once, he's in the Abyss. The dolls are funny there and everything looked like a broken toy box. Its dark and scary. Blinked twice, he sees a chain. it's a monster, this girl explains. Did he mention that she saved him? Blinked thrice, the girl is gone. She's inside that thing's mouth. She knows his name… but how? He blinks one more time and she's kissing him. And when he blinks another time, he's back… he's normal. He sees a man, another man, and a girl he knows but… the girl he saved isn't here.
'erogenous zone' - - Glen/Jack
Glen is laughing, wholeheartedly laughing. Maybe, laughing is a bit exaggerating, perhaps chuckling. Jack blushes and buries his face into his chest, he can't stand the heat surround his neck and… other places. Glen continues to stroke the unbraided plait, smiling softly against his head. "I never knew you were so sensitive up here." "Shut it." Glen smiles. "Its only natural. Its your erogenous zone." "Glen Baskerville!" He's so embarrassed but in return, the stoke is still there except the embrace is much stronger. Jack swears he heard the words "adorable" whispered quietly on his head.
'beam!' - - Gilbert/Oz
Gilbert wishes he never fell for this. A dark mansion, with dark skies, no moon, and a creepy boy (his master) searching for him as a game called "Hide and Seek" was definitely not what he had in mind. In fact, he wondered bitterly, where is everyone? "BOO!" Gilbert screams and tries to become one with the wall he's against. Then someone is laughing. "You're such a scaredy-baby, Gil~' Gilbert pouts as he slides down. Until, he sees a glint in those green eyes. He doesn't like the looks of them. "Found you~" Suddenly, there are lips.
'sleepy head' - - Break (w/ Emily)
Break is glaring at everyone, everything, anything. As soon as he can get there, he'll be more willing to annoy the hell out of people and the delish torment waiting for them. But as of now, he's completely focused on getting there. Emily knows better not to talk while he's like this. So she's completely, deadly, utterly silent. Break is ready to kill but he's already in the house already. He quickly makes his way to his room and doesn't bother to change. Head first against the pillow and he sighs contently. "Night night, sleepy Break~".
'words like butterflies' - - Vincent
Vincent sat there, watching flowers swaying and butterflies dance. They would always dance near him, sometimes resting on his shoulder or watching him from near by. Vincent wondered if they were talking to him, perhaps asking questions or giving advice out. He would reply yes sometimes, if that was the question they asked. If it wasn't, he would apologize for the confusion. Vincent would talk about Gilbert, about Jack, sometimes even about the Tragedy. The butterflies don't make fun of him, they don't call him mean names. They continue on dancing, flying, swirling around him.
'truth unspoken' - - Echo vs. Noise/Zwei
For every one word, there is a misconception. There is a mistake, some kind of wrongness in them. For every emotion in a human's body, there's one flaw, error, some twisted form of what it used to be. And for every little motion, there's a motive. A silent, deadly secret, waiting to come in full bloom. An innocent flower wrapped in the sharpest of thorns. And for every— one— Echo, there is Noise. A loud ruckus, a rebellious being. The reality of the unimagined. The dream in a nasty story. Which is the truth yet unspoken?
'sitting stool' - - Rufus/Liam
He wonders if its okay to still lean on him like this. He wonders if it'll be the same. What can he do to make himself for loved… for this person? Rufus stares off into the distance. Liam is next to him, silent and mannered.. Perhaps love is a very strong word. Rufus wants someone to care, does he not? Liam can do that (will do that) but at what price? All he is doing is sitting, he's not proving his mind wrong. He cares, he truly does. Does he know that though? "Yes, I do."
'over there' - - Gilbert
How useless is he? The man that wanders through the path covered in thick fog. How useless is he? He who does not know what is right or wrong anymore. He speaks of protecting someone, he speaks of killing those in the way. Such a poor, sad man. With eyes that shine like gold fury, he wanders down this path. The man that will never knew the true meaning of protection. Perhaps there is salvation for him. He's still not gone yet. Oh where is he now? He is over there. On the road of death.
'reign queen' - - Queen of Hurts/Head Hunter
Let's all dance. Let's all dance. Dance among the stars, the white sparkly stars. Dance among the moon, the white, crescent moon. We should all dance, let us all dance! Beneath the dark blue sky! Beneath the beautiful white clouds. On this checkered floor; its white and black. Let your heels click against the red floor. Let's all dance. Let's all dance. And before we know it… before we know it. We've lost our chance. On this red floor, to dance. Since its all gone, we'll be put to bed. Among red, off with your HEAD!