#caodrabble

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Wash

Wash — I’ll write a drabble of our characters showering/bathing together.

It had been a freak cold front,the temperatures dipping well below freezing. Theo lived a little too far to walk, but it washer brother's birthday and Caocouldn't handle being home, notwith Artie still in jail. She had puton as many layers as possiblebefore slipping out and beginningthe walk.            By the time she reached his front            door, her body felt stiff and she            was just so tired. So tired that she            could barely lift her arm to ring the            bell.      It was a blur from there, hypothermia     he had said, and a sigh. Was he mad     at her?              Vague recollection of him picking              her up and then nothing. At least,              not until the water touched her ice              cold skin and she screamed, trying              to struggle from his grip. It hurt. He held her still, settling intothe tub and keeping her pressedto his chest, trying to keep her calmas he helped her warm up. It wouldn'tbe fun if she froze to death.                      "I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry."She could barely speakpast the chattering of her teeth.

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Befriend Me

Befriend Me: I wil write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.

Dark eyes watched the boy as he sat in the park,                                hours past curfew. He fit a type,      the shy and quiet,                 meek and mild mannered. The kind of kid that preferred            the company of                 books to people.                                                A predator’s dream come true.

Caoilinn approached slowly, head tilted slightly, a friendly seeming smile on her lips. She looked nice until you saw the coldness in her eyes.

                       “You really shouldn’t be out                         here this late. Haven’t you                          seen the news?”           she asked, coming into view. There              was a killer on the loose, 3 bodies            in the last month, all butchered             beyond recognition, identified by                                            dental records.

He looked up, eyes wide as he shied away from her. That did little to deter the woman as she sank into the swing beside him.

"C’mon, at least let me give you a ride home or something. I’d feel just awful if I saw your picture on the news,” she lied, offering him her hand.                                                                      “I’m Caoilinn.”

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» : a future event my character would like to happen with them + yours [a daydream]

It had been a long night,the hardness of the cellmattress making it impossibleto sleep.              She lied there, letting her mind             wander as she stared at the grey             ceiling.         He was smiling, arms wrapped around her         as he peppered soft kisses along her jaw,         his touch soft, gentle for a change. A break         from the aggressive and possessive nature                         he always displayed.   She giggled, ruffling his hair, just a normal couple   sitting in the park during the day, children running   about. The sort of guy she could bring home to   meet her parents. The type her dad might actually   like.               She smiled, arms crossed over her              chest as the images played over in              her mind. It was as if she had fixed               him, found a way to make him                                    whole.Steel bars clanged and Cao jumped,the daydream shattering as she camecrashing back to reality with a sad sigh.

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Six word story

“I can’t forgive what you did.”

It had been almost a year since she had watched them drive off with him in the back of the car, tears on his face, hands cuffed behind his back. 10 months since her world had shattered. 10 months of climbing into his empty bed at night and clinging to his pillow, trying to catch even the barest scent of him.

The rumble of the engine tore Caoilinn from her thoughts and she made her way towards the living room, leggings and one of his shirts, too long on her, paired with messy hair and trembling hands. She had refused to visit him in jail, the thought of seeing him there too much to handle.

He looked different, older and less the brother she knew. She moved slowly, almost as if in a daze, before wrapping her arms around him.

                            "I can't forgive what you did, but that doesn't mean                                                                 I don't still love you."