It's raining (a lot; we're actually under a flood watch), so that means I have the perfect excuse to stay inside and write. I'm starting to feel productive and non-sucktacular again. So hopefully it lasts. (And, yes, sky_dark, your crossover is being worked on right this moment --well, not right this moment, because I'm typing this, but...yeah.)
Since voting is over now for Inuyasha Issekiwa, I'll post my drabble here. The theme was "anniversary."
Title: The Date
Word Count: 200
A strong scent of cologne preceded him into the room. "How do I look?"
Souta looked up from his schoolwork and blinked. Grandpa was wearing a suit. Not only that, but his hair was damp and slicked back against his skull, his mustache carefully trimmed. Oh. Was it that time already?
"Here." Mama gestured Grandpa nearer. Smiling fondly, she leaned forward to tuck a red chrysanthemum through his buttonhole, nodding at the result. "Very handsome," she said, smoothing down his lapel.
"Then I'll be going. Wouldn't want to be late." He nodded to Mama and to Souta, then proceeded to the door and slipped on his shoes.
Through the window, Souta saw Grandpa cross the yard and take a seat beneath the Goshinboku. It didn't make much sense to him that Grandpa should get all dressed up just to sit on a bench, but he'd done it every year for almost as long as Souta could remember. Propping his chin on his hand, Souta gave a small sigh.
"Mama," he began, "I really don't remember Grandma at all."
Mama wrapped her arm around his shoulder and gave him a little hug. "That's all right, dear. Grandpa remembers her for you."
I also recently finished a fic_on_demand FMA request for ponderosa121 that I started working on eons ago. The results are here.
And, because everyone burns to know what kind of lesbian I am, here is a quiz I shamelessly stole from lalieth:
| You scored as The Student Dyke. Your entire life is defined by two things: your intellect and your sexuality; moreover you often merge the two to lure in women. |
What Type of Lesbian Are You? (Inspired by Curve Mag.)
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Shall peruse the friends list a little later on. I was going to say have a nice weekend, but then I remembered it's not the weekend. Sheesh.