Here are drabbles... that were prompted by one word or one theme...
First word: "Roommate"
Messiest roommate
Elle/Peter
She was the messiest roommate he ever had. He knew that when Elle had knocked on his door and demanded that he save and take her in, that his life would never be the same. He just didn’t think that she’d take over his world, including his kitchen, and the bathroom, and let’s not forget the rest of his apartment.
But things were as they were. He was stuck here with her, and she had no intention of leaving…
He hung his head. Darn, she forgot to do the dishes again! Peter sighed, it would be a long day.
White room
Adam
Alone. Again. Another year… he was stuck inside this blank white room. With nothing to do, but sit and watch the walls. How long had he been in this cell anyway? Too long. He stopped after the first three years, five months, eight days anyway.
Alone, bored. That’ how he’s feeling. The least those bastards could do was give him a little roommate. A dog, a cat or even a mouse. … No, a cat would be bad … what if they decided to starve him to death again. He didn’t want to wake up being chewed at by it…
Roommate no more
Peter/Nathan
He watched the man who used to be his brother. Nathan didn’t have much time nowadays. Today was just another of these days when he had just wanted him to be present because it would look good in the pictures, look good with the interviewer.
He thought back to the days when they were kids. Even though their parents had had enough money for separate room, Nathan and him had been allowed to stay in the same room. They had been the best roommates ever, and Peter really wished he could turn back time to those nice moments.
Fantasies
Syalr/Lukas
We are sharing a room. And oh god, that kid would never shut up. He talked all day, everywhere and at every time. Why had I taken him with him anyway?
There he was doing it again. Just shut up! Or I’ll make you.
I’ll cut open that empty head of yours, and extract the ability from your brain. And all the contents in your little head will be then over the floor. Now that was a jolly thought.
Darn, remind me never to make eye contact. Because that apparently only prompts him to talk even more.
First word: "Roommate"
Messiest roommate
Elle/Peter
She was the messiest roommate he ever had. He knew that when Elle had knocked on his door and demanded that he save and take her in, that his life would never be the same. He just didn’t think that she’d take over his world, including his kitchen, and the bathroom, and let’s not forget the rest of his apartment.
But things were as they were. He was stuck here with her, and she had no intention of leaving…
He hung his head. Darn, she forgot to do the dishes again! Peter sighed, it would be a long day.
White room
Adam
Alone. Again. Another year… he was stuck inside this blank white room. With nothing to do, but sit and watch the walls. How long had he been in this cell anyway? Too long. He stopped after the first three years, five months, eight days anyway.
Alone, bored. That’ how he’s feeling. The least those bastards could do was give him a little roommate. A dog, a cat or even a mouse. … No, a cat would be bad … what if they decided to starve him to death again. He didn’t want to wake up being chewed at by it…
Roommate no more
Peter/Nathan
He watched the man who used to be his brother. Nathan didn’t have much time nowadays. Today was just another of these days when he had just wanted him to be present because it would look good in the pictures, look good with the interviewer.
He thought back to the days when they were kids. Even though their parents had had enough money for separate room, Nathan and him had been allowed to stay in the same room. They had been the best roommates ever, and Peter really wished he could turn back time to those nice moments.
Fantasies
Syalr/Lukas
We are sharing a room. And oh god, that kid would never shut up. He talked all day, everywhere and at every time. Why had I taken him with him anyway?
There he was doing it again. Just shut up! Or I’ll make you.
I’ll cut open that empty head of yours, and extract the ability from your brain. And all the contents in your little head will be then over the floor. Now that was a jolly thought.
Darn, remind me never to make eye contact. Because that apparently only prompts him to talk even more.
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