emmsie (crocketed) wrote,
@ 2010-01-09 13:15:00

Entry tags:

children meme
Name one of my characters' children and none or more of your characters' children, and I will write a drabble featuring them. If you have a specific child or prompt in mind, include that, too.

"/" = shipping and "+" = general fic

my children!

I AM GOING TO TRY REALLY HARD TO DO THESE!

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

	cristina_lacosa 2010-01-09 06:03 pm UTC (link)
	I want your version of Anna/Elijah! AND I WANT ANDREW + MADELINE! Annnnnd HMMMM Gabrielle/Evan! (Reply to this)(Thread)

ANDREW + MADELINE!

crocketed
2010-01-14 07:18 am UTC (link)

"Andrew. Andrew. Andrew!"

Andrew Smith--- oh no, I'm sorry, Dearborn, because that was their real name despite not knowing that little tidbit for their entire lives, woke with a start, jumping up from his slumped position against the headboard of his bed. His sister Madeline looked upon him harshly, retracting her hand from shaking his shoulder.

"It's like four in the morning my time," he complained, dropping his head back to the wall. Madeline let out a frustrated noise, obviously not taking his grievances to heart. She readjusted her kneeled position on his bed, pulling her hair back into a ponytail before bringing her voice back down to an urgent whisper like before.

"Well! Too bad! That's what you get for just--- running off and living in a foreign country for weeks upon end! You will tell me what you found out over there! And--" Madeline put her hand up to stop her brother from speaking too soon, because she knew what he was about to say. "I don't want to here anything about her."

The both of them made same face, but for very different reasons. Madeline let out another sigh as Andrew continued to stay moodily silent. Why should he have to tell his little sister anything? When she was old enough, she could run off to England and find out everything on her own.

"Andrew," Madeline whined, her hands pushing onto her knees in an anxious tone. "Don't make me beg! You promised that--"

"I know what I promised," he sighed, nodding his head slightly. Blah, blah, blah, fine, he supposed he should give her something; she had really seriously him get out there unnoticed in the first place. And it had technically sort had been her idea, so...

He quickly began to spew out the information that was still running fresh in his head, despite having learned it weeks ago. "Our real last name is Dearborn, and you'll never believe the stuff they did over there..."

(Reply to this)(Parent)

Anna/Elijah

crocketed
2010-01-16 05:41 am UTC (link)

"Is this seat taken?"

Anna looked up from her latest Quibbler edition (ugh, the things Luna thought they should all read immediately 'for their safety'), glad it was covering her mouth or else Elijah Goldstein would have seen her creeping smile. Despite having already prepared her answer, she took a dramatic sigh as her eyes swept across the empty carriage.

"Yes. That one is," Anna responded, pointing to the seat across from her. "But this one isn't." A quick pat on the seat next to her gave him a clue, and she dropped the magazine into her lap. Of course she was going to make him sit next to her, if they were going to play this game.

Elijah took a deep breath as he made a pensive face, lingering exactly the in between space of still being outside but definitely almost committed to stepping into it. After a few seconds, it jolted in place, sending him over the line to definitely being in the carriage. Anna pulled her lips back to contain her laughter.

"Only because its getting anxious," he commented, face flushed and eyebrows high as he sat down. Elijah reached for her hand, only for her to pull it away quickly.

"Yes, it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you'd be alone on a carriage ride with your girlfriend," Anna smiled sweetly up at him as she spoke, enjoying his confused face. Elijah's perplexed look dropped, however, once she smoothly mounted herself into his lap, drove her hands right to his hair and smacked her lips onto his.

Please. They were not going to spend the next five minutes doing cutesy things like "holding hands" or "talking." Those were strictly public things. Which was not where they were right now.

(Reply to this)(Parent)

Gabrielle/Evan!

crocketed
2010-04-12 03:56 am UTC (link)

Much to contrary belief, Evan did not enjoy it when people slammed large files of paperwork on his desk. Who liked receiving page after page of English and French waited to be translate? And especially that way, so--- rudely. Usually the context so pointless he sometimes wondered if his assignments were jokes. So, it was only common sense that he took his sweet time acknowledging said slam, and even longer to acknowledge said slamer standing in front of his desk.

"Can I help you?" Evan asked in English, finding when he spoke in that language he sounded much more innocent.

On the other side of the table, Gabriella Jugson let out something of a clucking noise, and shifted her stance. Her glares were not going to work on him, no no. She would have to do much better than that to get him to switch to French.

"Arrête tes bétises," she drawled, her fingers curling to grip the sides of her hips tightly.

"Hm?" Evan responded, letting a look of confusion wash over his face. She glared again, and pushed the stack of parchment closer to his hand as she did so. "Stop being stupid," Gabriella spoke again, no amusement apparent on her face.

Evan's eyebrow rose to her switching language, intrigued that she had given in so easily. Maybe because they were at work, or perhaps because it was the end of the day (he certainly wouldn't want to be dealing with himself at this time of the day), but either way he was intrigued. He stood up, completely ignoring everything else.

"And what is it?"

Gabrielle rolled her eyes again, her arms crossing over her chest. "International floo calls that were recorded. I need them for my case," she stated in a matter of the fact tone, her intense eyes locking with his. He really did enjoy this severe side of her, much to her disbelief.

"Sounds incredibly-- like something I could get to tomorrow." Evan's smile turned into a sly grin as he moved closer to her, eventually resting his hands on the side of her face. Gabriella stayed very still, her arms still tightly crossed over her chest as he leaned in closer.

"It would behoove you do to your damn job," she muttered, her face titling slightly, moving away just enough so that his lips missed hers.

"Oh?"

"Who knows how much time I'll want to spend with you tonight if you keep me waiting."

(Reply to this)(Parent)

(Read comments) -

scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status