Meme drabbles!
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From this meme.
I may be inclined to be lazy and just edit this post to add more as required...
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Drabble for
genkischuldich.
RPS (involving current members of the British parliament only. Look at what my dissertation has done to me.)
Political discourse
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Tony stared down at the documents in front of him; financial projections, economic criteria blurring hopelessly in front of his eyes. The budget. Always the damn budget.
Endless figures; endless calculations, all signed off with Gordon’s looping script.
“Tony.”
“What? Gordon?”
“You fell asleep. Its 4:25am you know.”
“Is it? Oh god, I’m so tired.”
“Go get some rest.”
“No… Not with the election coming-“
“Tony.” A warm hand squeezed his shoulder. Support. Comfort.
A sigh. Leaning back against Gordon’s arm, knowing he could blame fatigue.
“I… I’m glad you’re here…” He closed his eyes; never seeing Gordon’s wistful smile.
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Dissertation: EMU. Extrapolate from there.
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Drabble for
kintail.
Civil servants Simmons and Marchmain, and arguably spies Gunter and Christian.
Unresolved Sexual Tension
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“Unresolved what?”
“Sexual tension.”
“Yes?”
“Exactly!”
“So… what are you going to do about it?”
“Do about it? Do! My dear Chrisitan, I believe that the onus is on you to resolve the matter.”
“Why exactly?”
“Why? Why!”
Christian barely made it out of the door before Gunter’s copy of “Königliche Hoheit” went whistling past his head.
“I think…”
“Fruity.”
“Well, yes but… Ishizuki! Seems some of your personal mail ended up on my desk. Terribly sorry, old man.”
“Personal mail?”
“Only had a quick glance, didn’t actually-“
Ishizuki snatched the letter away and stalked off.
“Fruity.” Simmons muttered again.
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Something’s a little bit fruity? Whitehall speak for ‘gay’, more or less.
And Gunter is reading Thomas Mann, it would seem.
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Drabble for
bouteillebleu.
Blair/Mandelson slash would be cool.
"Mandy"
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"Oh Mandy, you came and you gave without taking, but I sent you away.”
It wasn’t funny. It really wasn’t funny. He’d always hated Barry Manilow anyway.
This was just the sort of sick joke Gordon would think of. Taunting, under the cover of an amusing ‘gift’.
Reminding him that he was here; they were there. That Tony would always need Gordon’s support. Would always need Gordon.
His career a series of fiascos. Half the time barely afloat.
Tony didn’t need…
“Oh Mandy, you kissed me and stopped me from shaking..."
But maybe Barry Manilow had a point after all.
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I believe that Mandelson is in Luxembourg at the moment as EU Trade Commissioner so...
Lyrics from Barry Manilow’s "Mandy" as per instructions:
"Extra liquor / chocolate if you get those Barry Manilow lyrics in there somehow."
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Drabble for
emthornhill.
Edd's thoughts or reaction to the first time he'd ever seen/meet Daryun..
Resurgam
Disclaimer: Vampire: the Masquarade cross-over with characters belonging to Yoshiki Tanaka, KKS and others.
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"Congratulations" they’d said. "It’s an opportunity others would die for!"
Edd held his tongue. Wouldn’t help to point out that a) they were dead and b) that others probably had died.
He stared at the elder.
Over two millennia old, looking like he hadn’t washed since the middle ages.
Dirt and blood caked onto shredded amour, hair of an undetermined colour under grime.
Hauled out of a pit; still chained, still clutching his sword, underneath some Moorish settlement.
Days spent cleaning things by hand.
"These chains..."
The sound of metal snapping and suddenly he was staring into piercing blue eyes.
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Resurgam – "I will rise again"
I’m being blasphemous with Latin again.
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Drabble for
nekonexus.
and oh I adore Gunter! he's too funny.
Peace & Love Incorporated
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It was raining, it was always bloody raining any time he was sent anywhere. What he wouldn’t give for a nice warm bed and an accommodating…
“So you’re telling me that we’re looking for…” Gunter glanced down and the notes in his hand rather pointedly.
“It’s for the good of the-“
“I don’t believe that I gave you permission to address me in the familiar.”
“No, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“Good. You had best remember your place if you’re going to get anywhere in this organisation.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“Well, explain to me this jackass scheme to find this ‘holy sword’ then.”
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Unfortunately, Gunter is not quite so funny in public. But considering who he’s working for, I’m rather amused at my own choice of title.
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I may be inclined to be lazy and just edit this post to add more as required...
Drabble for
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
RPS (involving current members of the British parliament only. Look at what my dissertation has done to me.)
Political discourse
++++++++++
Tony stared down at the documents in front of him; financial projections, economic criteria blurring hopelessly in front of his eyes. The budget. Always the damn budget.
Endless figures; endless calculations, all signed off with Gordon’s looping script.
“Tony.”
“What? Gordon?”
“You fell asleep. Its 4:25am you know.”
“Is it? Oh god, I’m so tired.”
“Go get some rest.”
“No… Not with the election coming-“
“Tony.” A warm hand squeezed his shoulder. Support. Comfort.
A sigh. Leaning back against Gordon’s arm, knowing he could blame fatigue.
“I… I’m glad you’re here…” He closed his eyes; never seeing Gordon’s wistful smile.
++++++++++
Dissertation: EMU. Extrapolate from there.
Drabble for
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Civil servants Simmons and Marchmain, and arguably spies Gunter and Christian.
Unresolved Sexual Tension
++++++++++
“Unresolved what?”
“Sexual tension.”
“Yes?”
“Exactly!”
“So… what are you going to do about it?”
“Do about it? Do! My dear Chrisitan, I believe that the onus is on you to resolve the matter.”
“Why exactly?”
“Why? Why!”
Christian barely made it out of the door before Gunter’s copy of “Königliche Hoheit” went whistling past his head.
“I think…”
“Fruity.”
“Well, yes but… Ishizuki! Seems some of your personal mail ended up on my desk. Terribly sorry, old man.”
“Personal mail?”
“Only had a quick glance, didn’t actually-“
Ishizuki snatched the letter away and stalked off.
“Fruity.” Simmons muttered again.
++++++++++
Something’s a little bit fruity? Whitehall speak for ‘gay’, more or less.
And Gunter is reading Thomas Mann, it would seem.
Drabble for
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Blair/Mandelson slash would be cool.
"Mandy"
++++++++++
"Oh Mandy, you came and you gave without taking, but I sent you away.”
It wasn’t funny. It really wasn’t funny. He’d always hated Barry Manilow anyway.
This was just the sort of sick joke Gordon would think of. Taunting, under the cover of an amusing ‘gift’.
Reminding him that he was here; they were there. That Tony would always need Gordon’s support. Would always need Gordon.
His career a series of fiascos. Half the time barely afloat.
Tony didn’t need…
“Oh Mandy, you kissed me and stopped me from shaking..."
But maybe Barry Manilow had a point after all.
++++++++++
I believe that Mandelson is in Luxembourg at the moment as EU Trade Commissioner so...
Lyrics from Barry Manilow’s "Mandy" as per instructions:
"Extra liquor / chocolate if you get those Barry Manilow lyrics in there somehow."
Drabble for
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Edd's thoughts or reaction to the first time he'd ever seen/meet Daryun..
Resurgam
Disclaimer: Vampire: the Masquarade cross-over with characters belonging to Yoshiki Tanaka, KKS and others.
++++++++++
"Congratulations" they’d said. "It’s an opportunity others would die for!"
Edd held his tongue. Wouldn’t help to point out that a) they were dead and b) that others probably had died.
He stared at the elder.
Over two millennia old, looking like he hadn’t washed since the middle ages.
Dirt and blood caked onto shredded amour, hair of an undetermined colour under grime.
Hauled out of a pit; still chained, still clutching his sword, underneath some Moorish settlement.
Days spent cleaning things by hand.
"These chains..."
The sound of metal snapping and suddenly he was staring into piercing blue eyes.
++++++++++
Resurgam – "I will rise again"
I’m being blasphemous with Latin again.
Drabble for
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
and oh I adore Gunter! he's too funny.
Peace & Love Incorporated
++++++++++
It was raining, it was always bloody raining any time he was sent anywhere. What he wouldn’t give for a nice warm bed and an accommodating…
“So you’re telling me that we’re looking for…” Gunter glanced down and the notes in his hand rather pointedly.
“It’s for the good of the-“
“I don’t believe that I gave you permission to address me in the familiar.”
“No, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“Good. You had best remember your place if you’re going to get anywhere in this organisation.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“Well, explain to me this jackass scheme to find this ‘holy sword’ then.”
++++++++++
Unfortunately, Gunter is not quite so funny in public. But considering who he’s working for, I’m rather amused at my own choice of title.