Unbind me for the Drabble Prompt? For Dick and Damian? ^^
He wakes up to someone… Tickling him? No, no that’s not right. His head is pounding, and it feels like something’s dried on his face - which usually means blood, or he’s fallen asleep on a couch too close to any of his brothers, or Wally and Roy, and they’ve decided to prank him.
He forces his eyes open and is met with a brick wall in a badly lit room. No prank then, it seems, so it must be blood caked on his brow and chin, like first suspected. It doesn’t explain why someones tickling him though, or trying to, his palms aren’t really the most sensitive spot on his body.
He tries to free his hand and oh - oh, they’re tied.
“You awake, Nightwing?” A small, but sharp, voice rings out from behind him. A little too loud, too close to his ear, and he can’t help but wince. But he knows the voice, at least. Robin.
“Yeah, think so,” he answers, surprised when he finds it hard to make the words come out.
“Try to stay that way,” Robin is sounding too adult, too cold. Nightwing would ask what’s wrong, but with his growing headache, all his energy is going to trying not to puke.
“I’ve almost got this rope off, they must’ve used something with strong fibers in this,” Damian says, and Dick can picture the youngers gritted teeth, the tip of the boy’s pink tongue caught between them, and Damian’s small furrowed brows.
Dick tries to stay awake, but he’s tired, and his head hurts.
“B?” he manages to ask, as he feels the tightness around his hands disappear.
“On his way,” Damian answers, a small hand now holding onto Dick’s shoulder, and finally Robin comes into view. There’s a growing bruise on his chin, but otherwise, he looks okay. The smaller helps Dick move to lean against the wall, before sitting down himself, pressing against Dick’s side.
“Tickle me?” Dick slurs, and even in his most likely concussed state he can read the very confused look Damian sends him before rolling his eyes.
“You were always awful when concussed,” Robin comments then, like they’re age-old comrades, and maybe they are now, after all this time. He sighs, and even though Damian protests, he leans his head against Robin’s soft hair, and let his eyes slip shut. Damian’s there and he’s okay. Batman’s on his way. It’ll be okay.
“I’ve decided I’m gonna write an historical Scottish romance.”
Gonna sympathise with your husband on this one, I'm afraid (but tbh doesn't every man look damn good in a kilt? I always consider myself fortunate that my husband's Scottish.) Wouldn't say no to a short extract though :D
He still thinks it’s not funny. I don’t know why I married him.
And I LITERALLY just thought of this idea this morning and I’ve been squirreling ides away in my notepad as I keep working on Vlad and Nathan bUT:
She tried not to let her gaze wander, but it was hard when there was so much bare flesh on view to the world. It would be indecent anywhere else, but here, out in the wilds, propriety like a shirt or even trousers seemed futile. But still...she ought to try...
“Aren’t you cold?” she asked, watching the muscles in his back ripple as he lifted the axe up over his head and brought it down on the firewood. It split perfectly down the grain, his shoulders working to free the axe where it had gouged into the stump. He half turned, fixing her with a crooked smile that made her stomach twist into knots. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
“Not really, You?”
Elizabeth looked down, adjusting her shawl self-consciously. The hem of her skirt was ruined, a tattered mess caked in mud and thistle burrs that prickled painfully when she tried to brush them off. She could only imagine what the rest of her looked like. Her cheeks felt chapped from the wind, her hands painfully red as they gripped the shawl tighter around her. She jerked back in surprise when large callused hands enveloped them, looking up to find Alasdair watching her intently, grey eyes luminous in the fading light. He felt impossibly warm beside her.
“Yer frozen, lass.” his eyes were kind, but his smile was so boyish and free it made her heart stutter. “Ye should have said something sooner.”
His cape fell around her, enveloping her in the thick wool that smelt like leather and horses and something earthy and sweet that could only be him. And then he was gone, back to the task of gathering enough wood to light a fire, and keep them warm through the night.
When he bent over to retrieve his axe, Elizabeth didn’t bother to avert her gaze from the swing of his kilt.
This one is a really interesting one. I just love the Simic in what they do, but I love the UR identity of the Izzets and how it manifests, and Orzhov is probably my favorite to play.
20. Favorite Creature
Quite Possibly Riku of Two Reflections, my favorite commander that ive ever used.
30. Favorite Tribe
Probably Slivers TBH.
40. Opinion on Planeswalkers
It feels like they’re becoming pretty Same-y at this point, which I get is because of limited design space. Honestly, I would appreciate it if they went from 5 per block to 4.
50. Favorite Artist
Terese Nielsen and Rebbeca Guay! Their styles are just so beautiful! And they really stand out
60. Most Broken Block.
Urza’s Block, the infamous Combo Winter that almost got Maro fired
70.Play against Indestructable or Hexproof?
I would rather play against indestructible because path to exile
80. Which of the broken ass 2 drops is best?
Toss up between Goyf and Snapcaster IMO. Snapcaster is MUCH more interesting and interactive and being blue is hella, but Goyf is just raw power, really efficient raw power.
90. Ever buy any From the Vault?
I got From the Vault 20 for MSRP
100. Ever play magic over skype?
Yes and no, played via cockatrice with friends while skyping a lot of times before, but never physical cards and skype.
