Drabble meme

[evillurks]

I suppose I'm game. Leave a comment and I'll write something for whichever of the following you choose, but I don't promise it will be any good. Either version of Thorn is allowed, as well as The Shadow, and possibly Aloysius if you ask nicely.

1. Playful!
2. Murderous!
3. Flailing!
4. Incarcerated!
5. Deviant!
6. Ill!
7. Intoxicated!
8. Wildly Inappropriate!
9. Eloquent!
10. Cooking!
11. Over-protective!
12. Wanker!
13. Silly!
14. Romantic!
15. Silent-Treatment!
16. Bedtime!
17. Jealous!
18. Inquisitive!
19. Confused!
20. Sexy!
21. Angry!
22. Dorky!
23. Working!
24. Needs-a-Hug!
25. Choose-your-own!

Comments

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

Wanker!Shadow because he totally is sometimes, and Sexy!J!Thorn! Because. We're really gonna make you work, hunh?

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

((You're terrible.))

The neighbourhood around the Hotel Metrolite had fallen into slight urban decay, over the decades. Harry Vincent remained, like so many of his elderly neighbours, because it was still safe during the daylight hours, and they rarely ventured out after dark in any case. In his case there was a double purpose, as it put him in a location his employer often worked nights. Dropping in for any important news was easy, that way. The Shadow was therefore surprised when he slipped in by the window, one night, only to find Vincent not there. A moment's glance around showed no signs of a struggle, and closer inspection revealed evidence of another kind entirely. On the table by the door was a note, slightly wrinkled from repeated readings. There was a partial ring on it, a faint watermark, as of the bottom edge of a receptacle. The ring was too large for a mug, more like the size for a vase.
In the darkened apartment, The Shadow waited.
Harry returned, after half an hour or so, whistling a tune and loosening a tie. He was dressed in a suit he hadn't worn in years, and he carried his cane with a dapper air tonight. He had only been a few doors down for the evening, but he felt like he'd been years away. When he clicked on the light, the dark spectre seated in the living room made his heart jump into his mouth, and the whistle died in a strangled sound.
"You're still an active agent, even if it is research. We cannot afford complications." The Shadow rose, and fixed Harry briefly with a piercing look, then departed by the window without another word.
Harry thought of the sweet-faced elderly woman he'd spent the evening with, and sat down to let his heart recover from the shock. He'd have to rethink through the various excuses he'd used in his younger days to ward off pretty young ladies.

[evillurks.livejournal.com]

He had met her on one of his very nervous trips to the Nexus, and there had been an instant rapport. She was calm and quiet. She had a smile that seemed like she was glowing within. She had a way of gently laughing that let him know he was never being laughed at. She was also a fantastic cook.
Despite having lived a few decades more than ever showed, dating was something Thorn had absolutely no experience with. Asking his alternate for tips had proven unproductive, despite the other man's successful ongoing relationship. Sarah had been more helpful, and certainly understanding, although he couldn't help feeling she was taking a little too much delight in the situation.
His old suit no longer fit, and was beginning to look moth-eaten besides, but for once in his life he had enough savings to buy something new. He had spent a long time fussing in the mirror, but there was little else to be done for his face. His hair and eyebrows had been re-dyed just yesterday to hide the white, and the suit jacket was cut loose and well enough to actually be marginally slimming. He'd gotten a haircut, a real one, and had not worn his hat since he'd washed it. Brushed back it was still bushy, but somewhat tamed.
Taking a last glance in the mirror, he straightened the flower in his lapel, picked up the large bouquet for her, and pressed the PINpoint button.