I currently only seem to be able to write drabbles. Haven't got the faintest idea why, but until I find out, I decided to blame gwendolen *smirk*.
This time, I even managed to heed the 100-word-rule. A true drabble. Wow.
Of course, still my current addiction, that is, Mag7, and equally obvious, once again Chris/Ezra. What, predictable? Me?! *g*
Revelation
Author: allaire mikháil
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (TV series)
Pairing: Chris Larabee / Ezra Standish
Rating: G
Summary: One person's loss is another person's gain.
Old West, 100 words (!), Chris POV, unbeta'd.
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Revelation
The new school-teacher left with an expression of rightful indignation on her beautiful face. Ezra stared after her, too hurt to let his pokerface slam into place immediately.
Chris scowled, "Bitch had no right to talk to you like that. Knew about your 'occupation' well before you started courtin' her."
Ezra turned, his face again unperturbed, pretending it didn't matter. "The lovely Miss Wilson only spoke the truth. I'm not someone to start a family with."
Chris couldn't bear it anymore. "Stop that! What do you need her for anyway?"
"What do you mean?"
"This." And Chris kissed him.
"The Magnificent Seven" (TV series) drabble by allaire mikháil, OW, 100 words (!), Chris/Ezra, Chris POV, rated G.
Wow, finally a true drabble (per definition <g>)! But believe me, it wasn't easy; more like an amputation. How can you tell a story by using no more than 100 words?! It's a traumatic experience! Unbeta'd since here's just not enough space for the mother of all grammatical errors...
Inspired by Dorkjunkie & Sassysouix's "Light of Day", with me seeing an alternate storyline in front of my inner eye (or rather, my slash-colored glasses *g*).
- Mood:
amused
Comments
Btw, 100 words can be a bitch, can't they?
And yeah, 100 words *are* a bitch! Or, better yet, almost impossible (for me, anyway :-) ). Really admire how you managed it all the time
*mumbles*: Wrote it earlier. 'fore the heatwave. When it was just sun and the promise of warmth, not this 'we're-cooked-alive' heat.
See? <g>