Bad Habit

BAD HABIT

There are just some things in life that you do out of habit. Not because you like to do it. Not because you consciously do it. But you do it out of habit. Subconsciously, like the way a compass needle points to the north. Like what kind of benefit does biting your nails or shaking your leg bring or flicking your hair? Arguably energies expended in those activities could be better use elsewhere. These are but innocuous habits, there are habits which are more destructive, more crippling... Habits which evolve into addiction...

And that was something Veralidaine Sarrasri was keen to avoid.

'So this is what drug addicts feel like when they try to go cold turkey...' Daine thought, catching herself shaking her leg vigoriously before forcing herself to stop. To still. She closed her eyes and turned her face up to the sun. 'I'm here... at the beach, away from civilisation, away from distractions, to contemplate, to go cold turkey and to stop my bad habit.'The sand felt cool under her and she flopped down, spreading her legs and arms, trying to make a "snow angel" in the sand. The breeze tickled her face and ran playfuly through her hair.

She wondered briefly on where all this excess energy was coming from. She was never a fidgety person, never twitchy. Yet, now, she was all, shaking and movement, hoping from one foot the other, ocassionally bursting into "Damnit" and "I'm a stupid fool" temporarily stunning unsuspecting passerbyers.

Still.

Yes, she needed to be still. Serene. Calm. Like the sea.

She curled onto her side and thought, 'When did this bad habit first start? Hmm... It was that Numair Salmalin who suggested it. The one who lulled me into this habit, the one who is the cause of this situation! Why oh why, did I go along with his suggestion though I stupidly knew somewhere in the back of my mind that it was a bad idea?'

"ARGHHH!!!" She screeched, abruptly flopping onto her back, scaring some birds into flight.

Her conscience pricked her, 'Fine, fine, so it was not entirely his fault. He had never mislead me, he had never lied to me. I just chose to go along, and let my habit become worse and worse and worse and...' She sighed and closed her eyes against the glare of the sun.

She felt gently yet oh so familar lips caress hers, before the kiss deepened such as to make her toes curl. She opened her eyes as the person moved on to nibble on her ear.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

He nuzzled her neck, "Finding you. You've been avoiding me."

"Of course I am," She muttered, "And you are supposed to be co-operative and stay away."

He paused and frowned at her. "Why are you trying to avoid me?"

She looked directly into his dark eyes and said, "Because you are my bad habit."

"Your what?"

She twisted away from his arms which were much too distracting. "You're my bad habit Numair Salmalin. I'm in a bad habit of contacting you everyday, of thinking of you, of being too reliant on you even though I know you are only temporarily in my life. There's just no logical reason why I should talk to you, become emotionally dependent on you when I know that I'm not your type. I know that this is just a summer fling before we all go back to university. There's just no good reason why I should feel compelled to seek you out in the first place when I know that this is going nowhere. That when university starts, you'll be back surrounded by your usual blondes, I'll be back with my books. I look at your previous flings, and they are better than in me in every single way. I don't deceive myself into thinking that I'm prettier, heck no, I don't even delude myself into thinking that hey, my personality is so much better and I'm a much better person than them. Bull shit. Your previous fling Jenna was a good hearted character out of a book. Where she would patiently wait for a mother with a pram to move out of the way in a crowded place, I would most likely go, 'move your big fat ass. you shouldn't be bringing your baby out in such a crowded place and blocking people's way, if you want to stop, go to the side you inconsiderate twit!' And so correspondingly, I should try and get someone around my standards, and not someone out of my league."
Daine rolled on her belly and tried to jungle crawl out of his arms when Numair simply let his weight rest upon her.

"Ah yes Daine, why didn't I think of it that way as well," Numair said, ignoring her mutters of protest. He leaned over to rub his nose against her cheek, before resting his cheek against hers. "I am the top student in the university, you're an average student. You're from an alright family background, but my parents are from old money. I'm six foot five, purportedly one of the best looking people on campus while you go by. Not too ugly, not drop dead gorgeous-" Daine elbowed him at that. "- yet here I am, in this bad habit of wanting to touch you, wanting to hear your voice. Hunting you down maniacally when I don't see you. Coming to this isolated beach and walking around like some dog looking for his lost master. There is no logical reason why I would do such things when there are far better girls available."

Daine closed her eyes. "So we're even. We have a bad habit. There is no way to explain this but that we just developed such bad habits over this holiday."

Numair flipped Daine over, surprising her with his strength before trapping her with his weight. "My dear Veralidaine Sarrasri, just because you are doing something that is illogical and without any reasonable basis necessarily means that it is a bad habit."

Daine raised an eyebrow, and sighed, "We're suffering from some mental disease?"

"No..." Numair replied, "This is called love. That though objectively you may not be the best, but to me, you are everything I want or need. I think you have the most beautiful eyes with an incomparable shade of not blue, yet not grey. I like how you are a good hearted person, yet with your own faults so that you ground me, yet I won't feel too stifled or unnatural around you. Because you understand weaknesses, having some of your own, and you are able to accept me as I am without holding me to some impossible standard."

He gently stroked her cheek, "I love you Veralidaine Sarrari." He kissed her deeply and so tenderly that her heart skipped a beat.

"I still think you're a bad habit," Daine said, clearing her throat awkwardly, breaking the moment. Numair growled and nipped her on the neck. She smiled.

Friends with Benefits 8

If one wants to look busy, all one has to do is to have some papers strown around, books at open pages and have a highlighter in hand. After that, one is perfectly free to look contemplatively in the distance, and anyone would assume that person is thinking.

Or at least, that is what Numair likes to think. He had a lot to think and his latest thesis was the furthest thing from his mind. He shook his head, 'How can this be? I am normally able to shut off the outside world from my enclave at the office and just work. Always thought people who were not able to concentrate were just weak mined fools. But now...'

"ARGH!" He vocalised his frustration. His prey had been most elusive lately. She seemed to be drifting further and further away. Every time he tried to reach out, she just shied away. It was frustrating. It was damn frustrating, when you try so hard, when you view someone with so much importance, but it is just not reciprocated. What can you do? Throw a trantrum? Demand the person treat you better? Which sometimes defeats the purpose, for what you want is the person's willingness and desire to naturally put you in high importance. Maybe he was getting old. Old enough that he was not at all tempted by Varice's advances which would normally have him in a obliging mood. Instead, he felt rather detached and couldn't help thinking about someone with smokey hair, blue-grey eyes... He was rather honest with himself, he had a type. That type was blonde, voluptous, mature. Not slender, individualistic and frustrating... yes, very frustrating...

His reverie was interrupted when he felt, rather than saw someone climb onto his lap. He looked down in surprise. She pushed his chair further away from his desk and clambered onto his lap. It was rather good that he had long legs, for there was more than enough space for Daine to sit on his lap.

Daine looked at Numair, who had an unscrutinable expression. 'Perhaps that is what Miri meant when she said when Numair did work, he was in the zone'.

"Shh..." Daine said, putting her finger on his lips as they started to part. She nuzzled his neck and said rather shyly, "I lo-like you." She rested her head against his chest and heard the thumping of his heart. 'It's beating rather fast,' Daine thought as a hand gently cupped her face and lifted her chin to face him.

Numair rubbed his nose against hers so she was unable to see his expression. He cuddled her tightly against him. They sat there for a while before Daine started to wriggle her way out of his arms. "So? Tell me, what do you think?" Daine demanded.

"Bossy little baggage, ain't you?" Numair murmured.

"Hurry up," Daine said, "time is awasting. If you don't like me, say so. I'll just adjust my mindset and move on."

"No," Numair replied, squeezing her tightly.

"What do you mean no? You are frustrating you know! I don't know how you think," Daine pointed out. "Cut me a break and tell me if you like me or not. It's already embarassing for me as a girl to make the first move."

"Then why did you?" Numair asked.

"I was... of two minds about it, whether I should just sit here and wait... or do something about it... I know I am not your type, I know that I am defintely not superior to any of the girls you have around you. It's not that I have a better personality, nor am I any nicer, or any more gorgeous. If you wanted someone better, you are able to find her in a snap among your harem.... But I just had to know... and... I know you probably don't like me, but I just had to try..." her voice hitched a bit, "I thought and I thought about it, but thought, oh heck, if someone was to break my heart, I wanted it to be you." She cleared her throat, "So hurry up and tell me. So i can quickly start moving on."

"Daine," Numair started and Daine felt that her heart was beating unnaturally hard and loud. "You're right, I don't like you."

Daine's breath hitched in her throat and she tried to take slow and deep breaths so that she would not tear though she felt her throat closing up. "I see...." Daine croaked and pretended to cough.

She struggled when Numair tried to make her look at him in the eye. She finally acquiscenced and blinked rapidly. "Daine, I don't like you, I love you."

"What?" Daine spluttered.

"Surely you don't think friends with benefits operate the way we do," Numair grinned. "We are practically a couple in all by name."

"Varice?" Daine felt compelled to highlight.

"Is the past. Something which I cannot change. But you are my future. My last and only." 'And the first and last girl I'll ask to marry,' Numair added mentally, the ring was weighing heavily in his pocket.

And that was more than Daine had ever thought she could ask for.

Friends with Benefits 7

I absolutely cannot believe that I have not posted or updated any fic in ages!!! Until I received a ff.net review and the reviewer pointed out that I had not updated BSNS for almost a year and I was thinking... wait... *counts on fingers* OH MY GOSH, she/he is correct!! Anyway, here's the next instalment of Friends with Benefits. One more instalment after this and it'll be done. Please note the rating!


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'I must have done something wrong in this life, the last life and the next life,' Daine thought, and started praying devoutly that something would happen to get her out of this situation. She was at Thayet's party, which was rather high brow and all. All was fine and dandy, she was prepared to grab a drink and skulk in a corner since she did not come with Numair. This was of course, done with quite a bit of effort, having avoided his calls in the past few days. She would have loved to back out of the party, but Miri forcefully dragged her along. Thayet was Miri's boss and Miri wanted company since Evin was out of town. She had wandered around Thayet's villa to find a quiet room to sulk in when she stumbled across a coven.


A coven of witches.


Okay, so she should not be that mean. But the way they were cackling gleefully was frightening. She did not realise till one of them had snared her into a sofa that there all had one thing in common. No, not that they were all blonde and voluptuous, though they all were, except her. Not that they were mature and sophisticated. Not that they were mean and horrible, though Daine would have loved for all of them to be so. Some were nasty, but some were nice. But these five women in front of her had something in common with her which was less than flattering.


Numair.


She was stuck in a sitting room with Numair's past lovers. It was appalling really, and downright embarassing. Although she thought privately that she shouldn't be that surprised since he was a busy bunny after all before he met her.


"Weelllll," Genevieve purred. "We were comparing notes, but there is nothing like getting a recent update on what we are missing."


Daine blushed a a deep shade of red and the others laughed.


"My goodness!" Alicia giggled, "You are a novelty. Blushing at your age indeed! I thought Numair would have made you grow out of your blushes by now!"


It didn't help that Daine turned a deeper shade of red.


"Oh my! Don't tell me the rumours are true that the great Numair Salmalin fell to a blushing virgin," Genevieve smiled, "And at this age, how rare are you!"


"Well, tell us, does he still do that wonderful thing with his fingers?" Reina asked. Daine was a fiery red while the others agreed.


"Must be all the handling of all the scientific instruments and such," Alicia mused. "He has such nice long fingers..." the rest cackled. One by one they revealed something they had liked about Numair. Which made Daine feel more and more depressed as it showed her how temporal she was. She could not compete physically with these beautiful women. And sweet Lydia who was defending Daine was defintely nicer than Daine would ever be. Lydia seemed the kind who would pander to a male's needs, the soft and cuddlely female. Daine seemed like a cactus next to her.


"How about you Daine? You've heard all of us spill the beans," Genevieve purred. Daine blinked, shaken out of her thoughts. 'Darn, I should have escaped while they were sharing, but I was just so curious!!'


Daine racked her brain to say something that was not so... personal.. "Well, he still hogs the covers, and he has the nasty habit of treating me like a teddy bear. He would haul me to his side in the middle of the night and it is such a struggle to get out of bed in the morning. He is heavy..." She stopped at the others' wide eyed gazes.


"You sleep with him?" Genevieve squeaked in surprise.


"Uh.. yeah... didn't all of you?" Daine responded. "Sleep with him? After all, how would you get all these details?"


"We had sex, but we didn't sleep with him. He refused to stay over," Alicia retorted bluntly.


"Not that I begged him to stay overnight," Genevieve said. "But he didn't offer and I didn't offer."


"Well, I asked him as it was three am in the morning and it was such a long drive back to his place since we were at a hotel after all, but he refused," Alicia said huffily.


"She is rather scrawny," Genevieve scrutinised Daine, "So she wouldn't take up much bed space."


Lydia shook her head, "I think he treats her differently from us."


"How can it be? Look at her, a scrawn underfed, unattractive spawn of mortal get," Genevieve hissed.


"Genevieve!" Lydia scolded. "You don't have to be so mean."


"Well, he's not here with her," Genevieve sniffed. "Naturally, since Varice is back in town." Daine blinked, and tried to stay expressionless.


"Well, we all know for sure he doesn't say the L word," Alicia remarked. "It is a sure fire way to cool any man's ardour. Especially someone like Numair Salmalin."


"He's a decent sort," Lydia said. "He doesn't want to lead people on and doesn't use the word loosely. In fact, I don't think I ever recalled him saying that word."


"Not even a I love pizza or I love the way you look tonight," Alicia giggled.


Daine blinked and held her tongue, remembering Numair drawing her close to him at night and saying he loved the way he smelt, the way she felt. He always stopped short of saying that he loved her, not that she expected it, but had always took it that he was free with words. Like the way some people would go "I love you" randomly to any person.

Caught up in her thoughts, she didn't realise that the others had fallen silent till, she felt arms scoop her out of the sofa. "What?" she spluttered in surprise as familar arms carried her out of the room.

"Excuse us ladies," Numair said, quickly making his way out of the room as he began to feel Daine struggle.

"What are you doing?" Daine hissed.

"Doesn't all ladies like to be swept off their feet?" Numair queried.

"You should know best with your experience," Daine snorted. Numair blushed. He actually blushed! Daine was rather amused and surprised at this. She squeezed him and nuzzled his cheek, "You're kinda cute you know."

Numair went into a deeper shade of red.

A distance away, unseen by the couple, Genevieve remarked in surprise, "I've never seen him blush before. Never ever. Not like some love struck teenage boy."

Lydia smiled, "I told you so."

Friends With Benefits 6

This series of drabbles is going to end very soon. The end's in sight!

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Miri had never thought Daine as being a moody and intense person.

Stubborn?

Yes.

Whimiscal?

Yes.

But brooding? That adjective reminded Miri of men who stood near fire places to brood while the storm raged outside the manson. And Daine never fitted that adjective till now. She was actually brooding. Brooding! Here. Now. In front of Miri. In front of Daine's favourite cookies and cream ice cream. In front of Daine's MELTING favourite cookies and cream ice cream.

"Spit it out Daine," Miri said and sighed when Daine continued to brood. "Hello???" Miri said loudly.

Daine looked at Miri and stared.

"Come on, you're brooding and you never brood. What are you thinking about?" Miri probed.

Daine brooded a while more before saying, "Miri, is it better to have loved and lost or not love at all?"

Miri raised her eyebrows, "Loved and lost of course! You only have one life you know. I rather just feel the dizzyness and breathlessness of love than not at all. Like, how you would go to a foreign country to try new things or try expensive new things? You would go and try even though you will only be able to try it that once since you may not go back to that country again."

Daine finally cracked a whisper of a smile. "That is the weirdest analogy I have ever heard."

"Uh huh, probably not that weird to the man who recently bought the world's most expensive truffle."

"Hmm..." Daine murmured, "It's just that, I have this friend who asked me a very thought-provoking question."

Miri held her silence as she waited for Daine to continue. "Well, she has met this guy who she knows will never ever be interested in her and she has a... crush on him... She wonders whether she should just let go and enjoy the feeling, let it develop. There will be highs and lows, but the highs will be even higher than if she just pragmatically crushes the feelings she has now. If it is self-preservation, she should just cut off ties and let go... But argh!" Daine shook her head.

"Who says she can't end up with the guy? Isn't that how relationships develop? The initial attraction which deepens into something more?" Miri questioned.

"Well... it's the equivalent of you having a crush on Orlando Bloom. He's way out there and completely unattainable." Daine replied. "On one hand, I think it's great to experience things in life, but I feel like, she should think more of the long term pain she will feel when it ends."

"It really depends on what is her goal in life," Miri said. "I can't make the decision for her. I can get what you are saying, but my philosophy in life is to live life, so it's natural I would just indulge in the feeling."

"Hmm..." Daine murmured. "Goal in life..."

Drabble: Friends with Benefits 5

Argh, exams time. To relieve some stress, wrote this drabble. Remember, it's T-rated. So there's some hinty bits at the end.

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Daine shuffled nervously from foot to foot. Her hand hovering over Numair's doorbell. 'Oh come on Daine, it's not like this is the first time you've been to his place. You've done a lot more than just talk here. What are you so nervous about? That he's not home alone?' That last thought incensed her and she jabbed at the doorbell impatiently.

"Don't he dare forget about our agreement. If he dares breach it, I'll kill him, yes, I'll kill him," Daine hissed.

Numair opened the door to find Daine pacing outside his house. She spun and saw him and all her carefully formulated words just flew out of her mind as he was dressed in nothing but a towel hanging around his waist.

"Daine," Numair said in surprise, it was the first time Daine had ever visited him without any prompting on his part.

Daine was trying to work her vocal cords when Numair's gaze suddenly shifted to something behind her and he stiffened.

"Hi big boy..." a flirtatious voice purred. Daine's heckles rose and she knew who it was without turning around. "Ain't you going to invite us in?"

Numair's gaze flickered to Daine and Daine felt a surge of annoyance. Was he implying that he did not want her here? That she was an obstacle to his lovey-dovey-ness with Varice? That she was the THIRD PARTY? She gritted her teeth and pushed past him into his house.

"I'll go change," he said, and made his way towards his room.

Varice sauntered in after Daine, her heels clicking across the wooden floor. "Don't change on my account," she said and tossed her head.

'Argh, she looks like some shampoo commercial!' Daine thought, and was incredibly conscious of her unruly curls. Varice was dressed to seductive perfection with a red trench coat and knee high boots. It was unknown whether she was wearing anything under the trench coat and that probably drove man wild. Whatever it is, an ample amount of cleavage was displayed for male appreciation. Daine felt virginal next to Varice, with a flowery sun dress and sandals.

While Daine sat on the couch, Varice lounged on it. "So little girl, what's your story?" Varice asked.

"My story?" Daine asked, trying not to growl.

"Yes, are you his colleague? Student? Having a crush on him? The like," Varice suggested.

"A crush on him?" Daine spluttered.

Varice laughed, "Oh come on, you know you're not his type. He goes after the more sophisticated females. But he is kind hearted, I grant you that. Which is why he will let you down easy, no worries about that! You remind me of a puppy, lolling around after him."

Daine felt cold, "I'm not lolling around him!"

"He may not have realised, but I have seen the way you look at him." Varice said, "Oh wait, don't tell me, both of you are in a relationship?"

Daine opened her mouth and hesitated.

Varice leaned over and patted her hand. "I don't mean to appear to be the evil witch from hell, here to take away your man. But in reality, is he even your man in the first place? If you truly are his girlfriend, so be it, you're more than entitled to warn me off and I'll respect that. If not, he's fair game isn't he? And don't lie to me about your status of your relationship with him, I don't see how any self-respecting woman would allow her boyfriend to see his first love and date her."

"First love?" Daine squeaked.

"We go a long way back, Numair and I. I was his first, you know, and you never forget your first." Varice said, smiling to herself at some unseen memory.

Daine felt cold, Numair was her first and she knew that she would always have a soft spot for him.

"If it wasn't for the fact that he had to go overseas, we would have, you know." Varice said and shook her head. "Whatever it is, let the best girl win. I just hope you won't play on his sympathies and soft side, by acting like some poor puppy. In the end, if it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be. No matter how much you want it, or how much you try to hang on to it. A relationship works both ways. And you're way out of your league." She got up and started walking towards the kitchen, "Do you want a drink?"

"No," Daine seethed. "I'll be right back." She stalked into Numair's room and saw him turn around his surprise as he fastened his trousers. She kicked the door shut and pounced on him.

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Daine slid off Numair and began to put on her underwear and adjust her clothing. In her haste, they had not been fully unclothed. Numair leaned against the wall panting. He straightened and internally winced, Daine had been eager to leave physical marks on his body. Without looking at the mirror, he knew that he probably had scratch marks on his back and a smattering of love bites on his shoulder and neck.

Daine did not look at him as she opened his bedroom door. She paused and said quietly, "Goodbye Numair."

She walked out and raised an eyebrow at Varice who was lounging on the couch. "You better go back. I don't think he's in a mood to see you or any other girl," she remarked and walked out of the door.

CHOOSE what Drabble for me to Write!

Hi everyone!

I did not realise how long it had been since I last updated! Anyway, to sort of make up for my long absence, decided to give someone an opportunity to choose what drabble for me to write. Was thinking how to go about doing this and decided to come up with this challenge rather than a first come first serve or random choosing method...

CHOOSE what Drabble for me to Write!!

Do you want to choose what drabble I should write the next installment for? Friends with Extra Benefits? Room mate? etc Or do you have an entirely new idea you want to see fleshed out in a drabble?

Well, this is an opportunity for you to do so. Just come up with the best story description for The Jacket for me to post on ff.net (you know, those words below the story title that describes the story) and you can choose what drabble for me to write!

DEADLINE: BEFORE 13th September 2007 (Thursday)

TO ENTER

Just send me an e-mail at sg_sparrow_nest@yahoo.com with the following:
1. Name (or nick or whatever you call yourself)
2. E-mail add (which you want me to e-mail you to. make sure it's valid as I do have to contact you to discuss any finer details about the drabble choice)
3. Story Description of The Jacket (has to be 245 characters and below due to ff.net space limit)
4. Drabble choice (list 2 options in order of priority, can be existing or new drabbles)
5. the following declaration - "I , *fill in name*, agree to let Sparrow use my story description for The Jacket on ff.net and have read the terms on her blog relating to "CHOOSE what Drabble for me to Write!""

The following is a sample of how it's supposed to look like when it's filled up.
1. Name:
Numair

2. E-mail add:
numair@ilovedaine.com

3. Story Description of The Jacket:
Daine takes someone's jacket by mistake, is its owner interested in Daine for more than just the return of his jacket? (this IS my current story description by the way)

4. Drabble Choice:
(i) existing drabble - Room Mate
(ii) new drabble - how about Numair as a vampire meeting Daine!

5. Declaration:
"I , Numair, agree to let Sparrow use my story description for The Jacket on ff.net and have read the terms on her blog relating to "CHOOSE what Drabble for me to Write!""

TERMS, DETAILS & EXPLANATION (MUST READ!!)

Story Description
1. It has to be 245 CHARACTERS or less. Simply because ff.net doesn't allow more characters!
2. To read The Jacket or what there is of it, you can look through my blog or, check it out at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3768927/1/The_Jacket
3. NO vulgarities, etc or anything that is in breach of ff.net rules.
4. I may use a modified version of your story description.

Choice of Drabble
1. I want 2 choices listed just in case 1 of them is not feasible. But I will take my best efforts to write the first choice!!
2. PLEASE note that I will take up to ONE MONTH to write the drabble. (Of course I will try to write ASAP, but I must make it clear now that it may take more time than that if the drabble you want is particularly difficult or I have any school tests thrown in my way.)
3. If you suggest a new drabble and give me the idea, I will credit the idea to you in the drabble
4. For existing drabbles, you can just click on the "drabble" hyperlink you see below to see all the drabbles I've written so far. You can suggest me to continue any.
5. For new drabbles, well, I guess I'll leave it up to you to write what story idea or scene or theme or even just give prompt words and see what I'll make of it. It can be modern, old, Tortall, Mars, etc etc. The skies the limit, so choose what you want!
(i) Keep in mind that it is just a DRABBLE, so it will be only one to a few pages. So don't put it a too complicated plot line that will take me the length of BSNS to write! A plot idea is sufficient. I may just capture a scene from your plot idea. e.g. "love triange between Numair, Daine and Kaddar." I may not write the whole story of how it unfolds, but may choose just to capture a snap shot of this plot idea.
(ii) I write only T-rated the max. So please don't request of any fics that will be beyond a T-rating on ff.net!!!!! And no, I don't use vulgarities or any morally objectionable ideas. Also, it shouldn't be against ff.net rules.
(iii) I will have total and complete discretion to write in whichever direction I wish based on your idea. So whatever drabble I churn out is final. I am not going to keep re-writing the drabble.
(iv) Drabble should concern Daine and/or Numair or the characters in The Immortals.
6. This is of course, the first time I'm opening up for requested drabbles, so just write what you wish and we'll see how it goes. If I have any troubles with your drabble choice, I will discuss it with you.

Decisions
1. Which story description I decide to be the best is FINAL.
2. If I don't like any of the story descriptions, I will not use any of them. BUT I will choose the best among them and reward the winner anyway with the requested drabble.
3. If nobody enters this challenge, I just get a longer writing holiday and write as I please. hahahahaha. (This drabble writing will not change my intention to update BSNS. In case you're wondering.)
4. Whether I publish the drabble on my blog or on ff.net as well is up to my discretion.

MIA

Hi all,

this will probably come to a great dismay and perhaps irritation (hee hee), that I've finished my examinations, but will be overseas to take a break. I'll come back and finish up the last bit of The Jacket, BSNS, then drabble, roughly in that order. Bon Voyage!!