first lines drabble meme thing

[kaydeefalls]

Stolen from dorrie6, who borrowed it from mirabellawotr.

"...it might be cool to start a meme where you list all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line."

Right. I like playing around with first lines, at any rate, and I'm in the mood for reading some excellent drabbles. *grins*


Here are your choices (Not including drabbles, bad first lines, or fics I want to disown):

Alternate: When Harry tells him about the Rings movie thing, Elijah isn't really listening.

Crossing the Street: It was a remarkably simple and relatively painless breakup.

Dork: "Dork," Dom says, cuffing Elijah lightly on the back of the head to wake him.

Drowning: Elijah hates surfing.

Funny: A guy walked into a pub.

Here and Now: Elijah's living room spins merrily around Orli, like he's on some kind of crazed carousel.

I Stood Upon a High Place: "It'll be fantastic!" Elijah had said, grinning like a five-year-old on Christmas morning.

Indistinct: There is a line drawn somewhere.

Interference: "It isn't fair, mate. I mean, it just isn't right."

Keeping Track: The glowing television screen is the sole source of light in Elijah's small, cluttered living room.

Local Haunt: Sometimes, Dominic likes to dance with other men at clubs.

Myriad: It started when Elijah was...nine?

Not Exactly Detached: "You're kidding, right?"

One Month: Bloody airports.

Really Actually Finally: There's something to be said for standing alone in the rain at night.

Restraint: It was a matter of restraint.

Shagging Orli: "You want to shag Orli?"

Of Age: I'm not alone in my bed.

A World Without: You occasionally imagine a world without Merry.

Something: Moony supposed they all had some sort of thing for Prongs, when you got right down to it.


Feel free to change the fandom, if you want. I'm just bored and in need of new reading material. ;)

Comments

[andrealyn]

Disclaimer: I hereby cede all responsibility for badness.

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"You want to shag Orli?"

"Who doesn't?" It's only mumbled into the glass of Guinness. Dom punches Elijah in the arm. "Ow! Fucker!" Elijah whines in retaliation, rubbing the place where Dom's fist came into contact with his arm. "What?" Elijah protests. "Like everyone wasn't thinking it?"

Billy's rolling his eyes and doing his best to ignore the child. He turns to Dom again and repeats his question.

"You want to shag Orli?" he asks again, pitching his voice lower. "And instead of, oh, discussing it with him, you're taking it up with me and the wonder child of immaturity?"

"Hey!" Elijah protests.

"You're supposed to be my second-in-commands," Dom mutters. "Well, come on, impart wisdom or buy me another drink or something!"

"Shag him," Billy and Elijah voice in tandem.

Dom rolls his eyes. "Thank you Sir and Missus Obvious."

[kaydeefalls.livejournal.com]

*beams* Wonder child of immaturity. Heh. I like.

[bunniewabbit.livejournal.com]

There is a line drawn somewhere.

Dom thinks they cross it the first time they kiss, Elijah's lips a whisper-soft question against his own. Later, he is sure that it is the first time Elijah thrusts into Dom's fist with a guttural cry, warm and shocking spill of seed across his knuckles.

He never dreamed the line would be gouged out with suspicion, jealously guarded by Elijah; not until he steps over it and right into Billy. When he turns around again, Elijah and the line have both vanished, making it impossible for Dom to ever cross it again.

[mother2012.livejournal.com]

Oo. Wham. Punch in stomach. That hurt.

[bunniewabbit.livejournal.com]

Hooray for angsty drabbles! :)

[kaydeefalls.livejournal.com]

Oh, ouch.

[bunniewabbit.livejournal.com]

Indeed. :)

[airgiodslv.livejournal.com]

Elijah's living room spins merrily around Orli, like he's on some kind of crazed carousel. And somewhere in the back of his brain, along with the faint chime of internal bells and the awareness of a chair catching him at hip level as he staggers back, is the shocked thought he actually hit me.

Elijah is glaring at him when the stars stop dancing in front of his eyes and obscuring his vision, and the clenched jaw doesn’t register so much as the clenched fists held rigidly at Elijah’s sides.

“You hit me,” Orli declares indignantly, and Elijah’s chin tilts up a defiant fraction of an inch, perfect profile just daring Orli to mar it.

“Take it back,” he orders, and Orli shakes his head, rubbing his jaw.

“I can’t believe you actually hit me,” he says again, and this time he doesn’t let Elijah repeat himself, just takes two steps forward and slams Elijah into the wall, crushing their mouths together.

Elijah struggles beneath him, but his tongue is actively stroking Orli’s even as the rest of his body squirms; and this time, when the punch comes, Orli catches Elijah’s wrist and twists it behind his back until Elijah moans into his mouth.

“No,” Orli breathes, as Elijah’s eyes dilate with lust and want, but he thinks yes.

[kaydeefalls.livejournal.com]

GUH.

Er. I mean, very nice, yes.

[airgiodslv.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sweetheart!!

*mwah*