#dgm drabble

[incarnandine]

*random drabble idea* Lavi and Kanda on a road trip.

Hi, sorry for the delay and thank you for waiting! The idea of a 19th century roadtrip seems funny in itself, that’s why I let myself go into humor a bit ;)

“This isn’t going to end well,” Allen says, eyeing the stagecoach that barely allows space for their luggage, much less for two grown men. However, Komui’s orders were clear enough: they had to collect several rogue pieces of Innocence scattered through Europe, and with the recent war still closely behind them he simply could not spare more troops than a pair of Exorcists and a single Finder, tasked with leading the carriage.

Allen politely hides a snicker behind his hand as the stagecoach lets out a creaky sound.

One of the cases is loaded only with books - for Lavi’s travelling pleasure - and oh, he can /imagine/ Kanda’s face when he takes the contents in. However, right now he’s blisfully ignorant (it was Allen, after all, who helped load the luggage - say what all may, he _is_ one of the physically strongest in the Order), and for both his friends’ sake Allen hopes that it will stay so for, at least, some more time.

“Are we ready yet?” Lavi, excited, runs out of the church and almost trips over his ridiculously oversized scarf - Allen chuckles at that, moving out of the way. It’s funny, really, how eager the redhead is for that little roadtrip: Allen Walker, personally, would not be able to survive three months’ worth of travel in a stagecoach with only stupid Kanda as his company.

To each their own, he thinks with a final wave, when both men are finally loaded into the diligence with all their belongings. The coach takes off, horses trotting calmly along the city square, and Allen smiles wider, thinking of the days of peace he will have without Kanda in the Order.

There is more creaking - people’s surprised gasps - and he barely has time to turn around when he sees the stagecoach wobble under all the weight, accompanied by Kanda’s swearing.

Allen doubles over with laughter.

So much for roadtrips.

[devecent]

A Name Never Spoken

Title: A Name Never Spoken

Summary: Names are important for a variety of reasons. One of the foremost of which is to help us identify one another. But humans are more than just the letters they created…

… aren’t they?

Author’s Note: A drabble I felt compelled to write for Cross Marian, based very heavily on a roleplay I’ve got going with my roommate. This contains headcanons to holy hell and back. You’ve been warned.

A Name Never Spoken

Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names. ― Neil Gaiman

For years he had no problems keeping his distance from others. He supposed that was just a result of having fought in a war that had lasted for centuries—millennia actually. His childhood, adolescence, and adulthood had all taught him, time and time again, the only one he could undoubtedly rely on was himself.

He was different from others, his heritage set him apart from the moment he was born. Magic flowed through his being like the blood in his veins. There was no need to build walls around himself—he was already on an entirely separate level than those around him. He was unique. He was powerful. He was terrifying.

He had many names, but for this generation he was one Cross Marian.

The Order both despised and revered him, women adored him, and his apprentices feared him. He was a sorcerer unlike any other who had come before him, and there would never be another like him. He could go toe to toe with the Duke of Millennium and leave unscathed. He was the stuff of legend. A conqueror. A hero.

He was a Nephilim.

The abominable yet exalted product of the union between a “son of God” and a “daughter of man”. They were the “men of renown and the heroes of old”. To some they were giants, and to others they were demigods. They had many sobriquets and epithets, far too many to list.

But they had names, names that had never been uttered. Names that they were born with, not given to them by either parent. Names that were etched into every fiber of their being—from the tips of their toes, to every hair on their head, to every pulse of their soul.

And though this name of his had never been uttered, it burned. Not just in his heart and mind, but in the very core of his soul—where his True Name would be forever engraved. And some part of him—some miniscule, masochistic, despicable, desperate, lonely part of him—longed for someone to speak it aloud.

Even if that meant giving them the power to destroy him.

You are a name, not a number. Never forget that name, whatever they tell you here. ― Jane Yolen

[the-4ever-museless]

Drabble request from [golden-twin-pistols] "The Meeting: Rewritten"

‘Oh man, I’m so going to be late for chemistry!’

  ‘Mr. Reever will kill me if I don’t make it in time for the lab today!’

  ‘This is all big brother’s fault! If only he wouldn’t be so anal about what I wear outside the house!’

  These thoughts were flying through Lenalee’s mind as she slammed her car door shut and sprinted towards the school. Today was looking like it was going to be a bad day for her, and her morning had just started! Of all the days for things to go wrong… she’d slept in late, and still had to make breakfast for herself and Komui while trying to find the keys to her brother’s car.

  “Oh, Lenalee~! Thank goodness you’re awake!” Komui said as he looked sleepily up from the dining room table. Somehow his voice and body seemed to be saying two different things.

  “Good morning big brother,” Lenalee responded curtly. She then proceeded to brew a pot of Komui’s favorite coffee as she ran back to her room to search for her missing shoe. With a slight twitch of his lips, Komui allowed himself to smile as he shuffled a bit in his seat, trying to keep the shoe’s hiding place from last night a secret.

  “Can’t find your other shoe Lenalee? Well I guess that just means you’ll have to stay home for the day~!” Komui quietly cackled to himself at his genius scheme to keep his sister from going to school.

  “No, it’s okay Komui, I’ll just wear a different pair,” Lenalee replied from the hallway, already walking back into the dining room. She quickly poured her brother a cup of coffee and added the appropriate amount of sugar and cream before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and closing the front door.

  Komui had hidden the car keys, as usual, but Lenalee had figured out where they were as she was looking for her other shoe; she was pretty sure he had something to do with that too.

  Traffic was horrible, but before she knew it she was pulling into the parking lot and turning the car off. She looked at her watch and saw she had less than five minutes to get to her locker, grab her books, and be in her seat for Mr. Reever’s class.

  ‘If I take the side entrance, I can make it for sure!’ Lenalee thought, reassuring herself that she wasn’t that unlucky.

  .    .    . 

  Until she turned the corner and tripped over some guy’s legs sticking out haphazardly. Despite her hurry, she stopped just long enough to say “I’m so sorry!” and was about to take off again, until the dark-haired boy spat “Watch where the fuck you’re going! Stupid ass bitch…”

  That’s when she lashed back; she’d been through a good deal of trouble and quite enough hassle this morning, she wasn’t in the mood to hear any lip.

  “What the hell is your problem? I said I was sorry, no need to be a dick about it. It’s your fault for having your feet sticking out in the walk way,” Lenalee snapped back. "So you should be the one apologizing.”

  His amazing green eyes were narrowing dangerously as the blonde standing next to him continued to look on with his own equally amazing blue eyes at the exchange going on between his brother and the random girl. Suddenly, Debi’s foot swung out in a knee-jerk reaction and kicked the dark-haired girl in the stomach, effectively knocking her back on her rear. He was beyond enraged, and his eyes showed it.

  “Fuck you. I won’t apologize to some two-cent whore…”

  Lenalee didn’t hear anything after that, and didn’t really want to. Knowing she would be late for class at this point anyways, she decided she was going to have it out with the ravenette, right here, right now. She wouldn’t drag the blonde into this; after all, he didn’t do anything to her, but neither did he try to stop anything from happening.

  So, right as both the twins had turned around, she swiftly got up and grabbed a textbook from her messenger bag, giving the dark-haired boy a good smack with it. By the sound he made, Lenalee felt proud of herself. The blonde looked over at his brother in shock and shrieked “Debi!” At the blonde's reaction though, she felt conflicted and grimaced slightly.

  The ravenette whipped his head around to deliver a death glare to the girl who had so blatantly and remorselessly attacked him. Within a second, he was on top of her, straddling her body and keeping her arms pinned beneath his legs. One of his hands was pressed against her mouth, as the other pulled out his pocketknife.

  “Debi! Don’t!” the blonde pleaded with his brother, looking on anxiously.

  “I’m going to make you wish you had never ran into me,” Debi whispered dangerously low into Lenalee’s ear as his eyes flashed with a dark, almost sadistic, implication.

  Fortunately, for the blonde and the girl, the bell rang, causing Debi to look up at the school with exasperation.

  “Next time, I recommend you learn who you are fucking dealing with before you try anything, bitch,” he threatened, closing the blade. As he stood, he glanced back at the girl, giving her a sinister scowl. “You have guts, I’ll give you that…stupid bitch.”

  With that, the twins walked away as Lenalee stood and fixed her slightly rumpled outfit. She quickly ran her hands over her hair to smooth it down as much as possible, then took off towards the science wing.

  ‘There’s no way Mr. Reever will believe me…’