Okay, okay, I am still working on the drabble meme. Promise! But here are three I already wrote:
For ashoka, who wanted "Ooh! Can we do Swordspoint? It's hard to decide what to request - maybe something with Alec and Richard and either of their families, or Richard and Jessica, or Alec/Richard before Richard retires to the countryside or, you know, anything really. :D"
The girl was impatient, loud, small. Alec said she looked nothing like him- though Richard thought he lied- and had continually messy hair the red of mahogany. Richard sometimes touched the softness of it, the fine strands. Despite all her movement and noise, she seemed fragile to him, bones as thin as birds'. It made Richard feel heavy.
She was their consequence, like a souvenir from a part of Alec's life they never talked of. And yet, who were they to her, but old men: perhaps unfriendly, surely unremarkable. She was her own.
She seemed light when he lifted her.
For veleda_k, who wanted "Hisoka: Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
The hospital, never quiet, sounded faint; its constant glare was dimmed. Hisoka breathed. He could hear machines beeping, urgent voices. He tried to sit up, to clench his hand. He dragged in a breath. The mask on his face seemed like it was suffocating him, and he shook his head.
He hurt deep inside, sourcelessly. He gulped air, short, quick. He could feel, distantly, his body shaking- like the anger he felt, though he knew it wasn't. He fought for more air. Everything faded, left him. He could still feel, but only fury, burning resentment as it all slipped away.
For parallactic, who wanted "Hisoka and the Necronomicon."
"We finally have it!" one of the Gushoushin said.
"We’ve been looking for ages," said the other. "Literally."
"Oh?" Hisoka said. "What is it?" He reached for the book to read its spine, and a sound caught at his ears, reminding him of long sleepless spring nights when he was young, the crickets in the garden, flowers whispering as they fell, cicadas and wind and a faint, sentient, howling.
He glanced out the window. The cherry trees were still. There weren't insects in Meifu.
Hisoka looked at the book. "Can I borrow this?"
"Of course!" The Gushoushin smiled at him.