Drabbles

[Wileyfangs]

don't mind me just reclaimin this for meself

[Wileyfangs]

((A/N: Alright so this one's a piece written for Eliseo n Jesse because I have so many ideas and trivium is too cool helping me come up with them. So here's a thing! The song for this one is called You Look So Good by Moe Shop))


It was a dark evening.
The sun had long since set, though it's light still glowed faintly in the sky, rays of orange, reds and purples.
Chilling breezes warned of winter's dreadful approach on the rustling leaves. Wind chimes signaled the ending of another day, and for one kalon the day couldn't have ended fast enough.

Eliseo wasn't what many would consider an easily flustered kalon.
But well a day with the task force had been a bit embarrassing. Namely for him.

What had started out as a normal, routinely objective turned into a bit more.
While he normally wouldn't have cared, it was a bit worse when you boyfriend finds out.
And the Chief of the Police station.

So yes, the day couldn't have ended quicker for poor Eliseo.

As he walked down the familiar path to his shared apartment with said boyfriend, his cheeks heated up and he growled softly.
He thought of what he'd say to Jesse. Jesse the one with the guitar and the bandana who held secrets like promises and didn't talk much save for in the early morning when he mumbled words against his hair in puffs of lyrics half memorized and with the dawn still coming up. The kalon who proclaimed himself to merely have decency, an average joe, but that Eliseo knew he had scars and stars in his eyes and when he sang in dim lit pubs and dark bars, Eliseo knew he had to be something more.

How could he tell him about this?

As he reached the porch, he took his keys and unlocked the door and stepped inside.
The place was dark which could lead to three possibilities:

1. Jesse wasn't home -a worrying thought-
2. Jesse was asleep after the 'incident'
3. Jesse was beyond upset and was waiting for him. -An extremely worrying thought-

Now Eliseo was no stranger to arguing with Jesse. Much as he cared about him, the man could be downright difficult. Namely on purpose. Eliseo was still surprised he'd convinced him to move in only two weeks ago. They hadn't been dating too long either and it was all still so new and....he was worried.

They had made such great lengths and Eliseo felt bad if he were to lose all of that due to a misunderstanding.
So when he heard the faint strumming of the guitar he braced himself and headed upstairs to Jesse's room.

That was another thing. While they were together both had decided it was good to have separate rooms too. Eliseo thinks it was Jesse's fault for it, but he hadn't minded clearing out the dusty old guestroom to make room for his newest roommate and boyfriend. Now he felt dread settle in the pit of his stomach with every step towards his room.

[Wileyfangs]

((A/N: So I'm opening drabble requests for Kalons since my writer's block is finally letting up so here's one of the first request for ActualCannibalShia who requested a piece for a mateship with Proxy and Internet! I hope you enjoy!))

No one is sure how it happened. Not even Proxy knew and he knew Internet very well. Probably better than most.
But still his mate surprised him.

And in moments like this it was hard to tell if it was a good surprise or not. It just wasn't something he'd expect Internet to do. Ever.
In fact, even now he felt confused and they had been mates for a rather long time.

He mused over it as he picked at his unfinished biosphere, trying to make it a tiny bit festive but not quite to the extent of harming the plants or the slowly growing ecosystem inside. He paused however as he listened to Internet's voice, quiet, analytical, and very calculated, Internet. Love of his life, despite his odd patterns was, in fact, dancing and even singing. And not just to any song. But to Mariah Carey's "All I want for Christmas is You". Now when it first happened, Proxy had been shocked. It was in November and never in Proxy's life had he seen his mate dance. And certainly not to this.

It had been....cute.
Something not normally applied to the usually quiet and vague kalon. And yet here he was dancing about the kitchen, his highly upgraded computer blasting the singer's voice in rich beautiful tones that once were fun to listen to and even then Proxy had found himself smiling quietly and maybe singing a chorus or two of it. He'd never seen his mate so energized and even carefree. It made him smile ever so fondly at his mate. A dork at best.

But of course, that was 4 hours, 25 minutes and 60 seconds ago.

As it was going on for another minute well, even Proxy has a limit.

"Internet please," He tried, but the music was too loud. He doubted the dancing kalon could even hear his voice over his own.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need,"

"Internet..."

"I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree,"

"Anon..."

"I just want you for my own,
More than you could ever know!"

"C'mon Anon turn it off!"

"Make my wish come TRUUUUUE!"

"It's not even December!" But it just seemed Internet got louder, using a ladle as a microphone, completely ignoring him.

Oh that does it

"Internet if you don'1 turn that--mpfh!" The dark grey kalon was silenced by a pair of warm lips against his own and a deep purr as suddenly the chorus belted out loudly

All I want for Christmas is You~

A purr rumbled in his chest and suddenly, he didn't mind that this was probably the 23rd time Internet had played this song, or was being an annoying goof. Not when he kissed him like this. In fact, you know what...the biosphere could wait a few more minutes, he thought as he followed Internet's lead, the two of them dancing merrily in the kitchen for the rest of the night.

[Wileyfangs]

((A/N: Another request! This time it was rather vague so I've just been listening to music trying to come up with an idea. This is for G1 Sunstreaker with their kalon Sasha inspired by this song. It's probably gonna be sad I think...Well anyway I hope you enjoy! ))

There's something in the air. The night was heavy and it was quiet and not even the snow could change the dreary setting. Wearing a dark red trench coat, she trailed down the sidewalk. The whisper of snowflakes swirled around her ears in the cold air and she gripped her coat just a bit tighter. What am I doing here?

She'd been asking that question all night, her soft olive eyes glimmering softly under the yellow light of the streetlights. She swallowed thickly as she sauntered on, watching the quiet. Behind her the music of a celebration started up, the lights of an apartment shining so brightly against the dark of the night. She paused, caught in the light of the windows and she chanced a glance back up at the tall building and her heart ached in her chest. She turned back around and carried on, ignoring the whistling wind in her ears.

There was something about this night that moved her in a way she couldn't quite explain. An inexplicable sadness.
She gazed forward, her eyes on the road ahead, a familiar hum on her breath.

"I'm....gonna swing from the chandelier...." The words hissed in the air and the heaviness felt suddenly overbearing on her shoulders. What was happening? Why was she...feeling so...

"1,2,3 1,2,3 drink. 1,2,3 1,2,3 drink. 1,2,3 1,2,3 drink....throw em back till I lose count..." The world was blurry and suddenly the world before her wasn't the cold world she was walking through anymore, but a heavily curtained stage. The music flowed as she remembered it would and she swayed feeling the emotion. It was if the song captured it perfectly.

She hardly remembered the world around her as she stepped onto the cold pavement terribly graceful. Her steps, her body were something to behold. The weather seemed to swirl around her, snowflakes breezing around her and she found herself swirling with them, the wispy air breezing through her whiskers.

If anyone were to see her, she wouldn't have known. She wouldn't have cared.

Not when she breathed in the snowflakes, felt them melt on her fur as she twirled only for another to replace them.
No she wouldn't have known.

"I'm just holding on for tonight, won't let go won't open my eyes...." And for a moment she didn't. The wind howled around her but she didn't dare open her eyes. Not for the tears welled up inside of them.

Not to feel them blistering down her cheeks in the cruel winter wind.

No, she thought stubbornly I won't open my eyes,

[Wileyfangs]

((A/N: A lovely request from Lillybear of her kalon Daphne and Daphne's mate, Dagfinn. Hope you enjoy!))

It was a dark December night, the snow barely just settling on the ground.
The dark sky was clear enough to see the bright moon, shining so brightly overhead. Not that one particular couple noticed on this chilling night, safe and warm in the warmth of their home. The lights were all on as the lovely couple brought in boxes upon boxes into the living room, the tree already up with only a few decorations, the rest still lying unpacked in their boxes.

"Daphne, darling, are you sure you've got it?" Came the smirking tiger striped male's voice. The amusement that saturated his voice made his lovely companion's ear twitch, the only outward sign of her irritation as she huffed and struggled a moment more.

"Yes I do, Dagfinn, though if it was that concerning you could've carried it." Dagfinn smirked wider.

"I tried and you told me point blank 'No I'm a grown woman Dagfinn not a fragile china doll! I can handle a few boxes!'" He parroted back at her, looking all for the world like the smuggest feline who ate about ten canaries and oooooooh he was lucky she loved him. She rolled her eyes at him and huffed. "Must you make a joke out of everything?"

Dagfinn smiled, genuinely and his hazel eyes softening into something she recognized as he put down his own boxes and went to grab hers. "Make a joke out of you dear? Never..." He leaned in then and she felt that familiar hitch in her breath as she watched him draw closer to her, and she smirked before turning her head with a playful smirk.

"Aw that's so sweet Dag," she crooned, and Dagfinn stifled a groan. He knew that tone of voice all too well.

"Daphne...." She smirked and her honey gold eyes gleamed.
"Dagfinn," she teased back and her poor husband didn't even bother to hide the roll of his eyes.

"Fine lets decorate then shall we?"

"Sounds like fun to me~"


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And so their little venture continued. Wreaths were hung, the garlands strewn carefully along the walls and the banister on the stairs. Not a single place in the house went without a decoration. Dagfinn smiled proudly as he admired his handywork, his wife nodding in satisfaction at the beautiful snowflake ornaments they hung on the tree and the lovely tinsel.

Now they were almost done save for two things. Finishing the tree and of course the most important part. The mistletoe. Because try as she might, Daphne was not as sly as she thought she was. At least that's how Dagfinn felt. So while she was working with the ornaments he was going to put mistletoe on ever door hanging he could see.

Was it extreme? Possibly and yes he'd considered that. But he had been chasing a kiss from that infuriating woman all night. Every time he felt particularly romantic, or affectionate he'd turn to her, twirl her in his arms. And every time without fail, it was as if she had a radar for when it happened, she'd buckle down and playfully chastise him, turning away with little sayings like, 'oh no, there's more to be done!' or 'Oh how lovely Dagfinn look at this I thought we lost it!' or even 'Not right now hun I have to put this on. Maybe later, okay?' and it was torture.

Now Dagfinn knew, in his heart of hearts she was doing it on purpose. Once Daphne saw an opportunity to tease she never let up. But with this, ho ho, they'd see who would be the tease after all was said and through. Which was why while he darling was distracted he went to get the box of mistletoe.

He smirked to himself and once finished with his project he grinned.

"Daphne dear can you come here please?"

The kalon sprang up from the couch almost guiltily as she put the photo album away once more. She got up from the couch and smiled warmly, as she sauntered towards his voice finding him in the hallway.

"Yes Dag?"

"Look up honey," he purred and she laughed softly.

"Really?"

He smirked wider. "It's Christmas tradition you know." Oh he wasn't going to get it that easily.

"Some traditions are meant to be broken," she purred slyly as she leaned against the door.

"Not Christmas ones." And that she had to conceed. After all it was bad luck not to and who wants that? Especially not on Christmas.

"Fine, but only one kiss." Dagfinn smiled warmly and then they were leaning into each other once more and Daphne felt that familiar hitch in her chest as warmth spread through her chest. Until Dagfinn turned away.

"Awww that's so sweet Daphne!" He cooed at his surprised mate. "I didn't know you had a crush on me."

"Dagfinn we're married."

"Still it's cute."

"Dagfinn I'm your wife."

"Still had a crush on me."

Okay maybe she deserved that one. But she didn't deserve it continuously for majority of the night when Dagfinn insisted she had to kiss him under the mistletoe and the tiger striped kalon had put up tons of it, all through the house.

Daphne grumbled and Dagfinn smiled.

Satisfied that he'd given her a taste of her own medicine he quickly darted forward and kissed her, taking her by surprise until she melted against him and he sighed happily against her lips and when he pulled back to look at her, he smiled at the warmth in her gaze.

"Don't wanna get bad luck?"

"Nah you're just really pretty when you're grumpy, darling."

"You saying I'm not pretty all the time."

"Not at all. I'm saying you look gorgeous even when you've got an attitude."

"I always have an attitude."

"So you're always gorgeous."

She blushed and huffed at him and Dagfinn laughed warmly, the sound making her heart melt. "C'mon lets get those records out. I've got my kiss, but I wanna still have a dance with my beautiful wife."

And so the couple spent the rest of their time dancing in their cozy little abode, beautiful smiles seeming to light up the house more than the Christmas lights ever could as they danced the night away.

[Wileyfangs]

Gods this is so old...I remember this.
Welp time to reclaim it

[Wileyfangs]

((This is ugly))

When it first happens, Fletcher is young. This is before the Attack, before everything Changed and she had to grow up. Before she had to Lose. She is with Solarin in the market, she is young and he is only slightly grizzled, fur unkempt. It is one of her first outings with him to the market, back when she is still so small. How big everything had seemed then, how exciting. How terrifying.

She'd stuck to Solarin's side as though glued there for fear of being lost in the crowd. At one point the crowd was so thick she held onto his tail tight between her teeth -so very tight and her ears flattened to her head as others closed in all around her, that was her lifeline and she couldn't, couldn't, couldn't lose him in this sea of noise and fur- as he guided her. Later she'd apologize for it weakly but she knew she'd do it again and again.

She is young and still learning when he takes her to his favorite haunts, shows her to cafes and good places to find supplies. Tells her little life lessons between each trip and she skips alongside him when the crowds are lesser and the air isn't stifled. She listens eagerly and smiles bright and big with each new discovery the Catalena has to offer.

Solarin calls her Little Sparrow jokingly, teasing her for being so nervous, but he's not mean, is never mean and is gentle enough that Fletcher doesn't growl so much. She starts to ask about sparrows.

She bites his tail a bit harder next time and huffs when he laughs at her though.

It is during one particular outing, that she's introduced to a playground of sorts for the kittens like herself. Tired mothers and fathers dot the laying benches, curled up but eyes so watchful as their kittens play with others in high structures with strings that bounce and balls at roll. It is here that Solarin nudges her forward, tries to encourage her to play. He's not having much luck and she clings to his side, reproachful and stubborn. She doesn't want to meet them. She doesn't want to. She tries to whine and shake her head, and he gives in so easily when she turns wide sad green eyes up to him, it's almost funny. He pulls her close and she burrows into his side, feels him sigh and shake his head but she doesn't care. So long as she doesn't have to look up.

But he doesn't push and so she is quiet. The sounds of kittens playing however have her ears twitching at their laughter, her peeking oh so curiously out of Solarin's fur to watch. And watch she does.

The kittens play so happily, pouncing and jumping out at one another. Some are playing with a string, pretending it is a great serpent they must fight off to save the catalena, another group of kittens plays hide and seek around the legs of a big "monster" structure that smiles innocently. Avidly she watches from the safety of Solarin's side, interest making her forget she's supposed to not be interested in moving away from Solarin.

It's enough so that she creeps forward, boldly with the bravery Solarin knew was in her from the start and he watches on, impressed as she takes her first steps without realizing it. Her first steps away from his side.

She plays with the others well enough, save for a few scraps with kittens older than she is. And even then it's in jest so the adults let them play and when Fletcher comes back Solarin smiles so wide, pride dancing in his eyes at the sight of her as he tells her how brave she was to go play out there all by herself. So very brave and Fletcher flusters, stammering about modestly. She hangs onto his tail loosely on the way home and walks beside him instead of behind him.

One day, he thinks to himself. One day she's going to leave him in the dust and he can see it in her eyes that she will when she's older and braver. But for now he's content to let her hang onto his tail as much as she wants.