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silverwolfcc ([personal profile] silverwolfcc) wrote2012-08-27 10:16 pm
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CHAOS THREAD. DRABBLE TIME!!!

Here's how it works:

I give a prompt, people reply with drabbles filling the prompt and then prompt someone new at the end.

I'll probably write One Piece, but you can ask for other fandoms/things just realize they might be harder to fill. If you ask for RP-centric ones that I know I'll try to fill those easier than fandom ;) THIS CAN BE SHOWN TO ANYONE AND LINKED ALL OVER AND HAVE OTHERS JOIN IN.

SO. Keep that in mind and if you're gonna write anything over PG-13, mark it up top \o/ That way I know what to read j/k or am I


First Prompt:
Cold rain
thetruehistorian: (dark)

So this is pretty dark. I'd definitely call it PG-13, though it isn't explicit.

[personal profile] thetruehistorian 2012-08-28 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Robin huddled in the corner, her body shaking. Her stomach growled hungrily, though really what she needed was water. She didn't sniffle, and her tears had dried up years before. She hoped to stay unnoticed now. She'd done all they demanded.

And she waited.

Soon the convulsions stopped. And after that, the deep snoring began. Robin stood up slowly, and made her way to the kitchen for water. She drank, then cleaned up, then walked to the prow. She was sure the lookout in the crow's nest could see her, but she didn't care. They'd all seen her, frail and half-starved.

She was done with them. The next time they made landfall...

That could be days. It was too much already.

Robin closed her eyes against the spray as they sailed over a large wave, but she didn't stop seeing. She never stopped seeing, except when the world was too terrible to look at.

They had a dinghy for shore excursions. And a lot of gunpowder in barrels. The men slept in the same room, sprawled out among the provisions. It worried her only a little that she no longer cared. If only she could find a flame.

One of the men smoked, she knew. She'd find his lighter later, after bundling up her clothes and some food and a log pose. If he woke up while she was looking- well. Perhaps it was better, sometimes, to remain unclothed than to have your true intent laid bare for others to see.

Years later, a prisoner in a gilded tower, Robin decided the opposite was true. Her tears restored, she let her wish fly naked across the bottomless gulf and into the arms of her waiting nakama.

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