#drabble-a-day

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 80/365 - Baldur's Gate 3

They are, perhaps, over-feeding their vampire.

Gale considers as Astarion sprawls with sated bliss over his lap, his shirt loose to reveal the curve of his belly. It had started as nibbles, now and again, but it hadn’t been long after they’d all begun offering their throats that he’d started overindulging. Three sips from three bodies meant less exhaustion across each and more blood for Astarion.

Cautiously, Gale pets Astarion’s bare stomach. All Astarion does is sigh happily, wiggling like…

Well. Tara does that when she wants her belly rubbed without asking.

Gale obliges gladly, enjoying the softness overtaking Astarion.

[theunsinkablesappho]

Drabble-A-Day: Dragon Age, Isabela

Prompt - Brook [verb]: to put up with; tolerate

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The sailor shrieked as Isabela bent his fingers until they broke with a sickening pop. She would not brook her sailors putting hands on anyone. To make a reach for Bethany? He was lucky all she broke were his fingers. Without even an uttered command, several other sailors rushed up and bustled the shouting man off the ship to the dock. Isabela turned and found Bethany smiling at her. It was always a surprise when Bethany smiled at her like that. It wasn’t lust, she knew what to do with lust. It was pride, trust. It looked dangerously like love.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 38/365 - Mickey 17

“You get a look in your eyes when you do this,” Nasha says, gently tilting Mickey’s face up. He’s already finished putting her boots on, but they looked a little dull, in need of a quick shine. He’ll have them good enough to eat off of in a moment.

“A… A look?” he asks as she strokes his cheek with her thumb.

“Sweet,” she says, “like you’ve never been happier.”

And it’s easy, on his knees, to smile at her and say, “Right here? I always am.” Nasha laughs—he must look like a dope—as she ruffles his hair.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 7/365 - Spiderverse

“Sorry,” Gwen says, “about this. I should be able to do this by myself.” She could, before she- And compared to getting kicked around by a villain of the week, a needle shouldn’t be making her so dizzy.

“Don’t mention it,” Hobie says, tugging Gwen’s thigh over his lap and swabbing it with an alcohol wipe. “What do you say I give you a poke, and we go for a swing, eh? You look like you could use some air.”

“Probably,” she says. “Thanks.” She squeezes her eyes shut at the needle’s pinch. Hobie pats her leg, and Gwen relaxes.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 5/365 - Assassin’s Creed

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Evie half-gasps, but she’s done that every few months since they first kissed, years of protest she feels responsible to make.

Usually, Jacob pretends he didn’t hear her—nips her throat, lifts her legs, makes her forget.

Maybe tonight it stings his heart too harshly. He pulls away. “Fine, then.” The denial burns his lips. “We’ll stop.” Shock and confusion on Evie’s face, but Jacob can’t need for both of them. Not forever.

Evie cradles his jaw. “We shouldn’t.” She kisses his upset mouth. Jacob melts into his sister’s touch as Evie reassures her desires.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 40/365 - Iron Lung

"Why are we still looking for them?"

"You're not suggesting-"

"I am. Look, the space stations are gone. It's been decades. No one else wants this job, and we're due to lose funding in a few weeks. Why bother?"

"Don't you think it might be worth it? If we locate them and even one person survived?"

"I don't think they did. It was a black hole or something. Dead on arrival. We're looking for skeletons."

"And if not?"

"They're never coming back. We have our own problems we could be solving."

"Then quit."

"Eh. Pay's better here for finding nothing.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 26/365 - Minecraft

The universe loves you.

You found the very end of it, all star-glittering void and impossibly warm stone. You found Her, regal as a queen, powerful as a god, as vulnerable as both. You fought Her, and she—half of the universe—loved you—the other half.

That story is over now. You catch your breath on the soft earth of your beginning, staring at the sky.

There’s an egg on your chest. Impossibly warm. Sun shines through the shell for the first time and reveals a tiny life under the surface.

“Hello,” you whisper, “the universe loves you.”

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 107/365 - The Amazing Digital Circus

“IhateyouIhateyouIhateyouIha-” Ignoring Jax only comes with benefits. It’s why Zooble’s so good at it.

“Usually, if you lost a bet, you’d flake on holding up your end.” Every part of Jax that the poofy ballgown doesn’t cover turns scarlet enough that he starts steaming.

Anger, frustration, embarrassment—and for them, the vindictive joy of seeing him barely holding himself together—those are all almost like sex, and Zooble’s had to be creative.

“You’re such a pretty-“ Jax lunges and trips over his own skirts, landing ass up in ribbons and silk, as Zooble plants their foot on his cheek. “Bow down, princess.”