The Life and Adventures of Conway

Late St. Patrick's Day Drabbles!

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 02:19:09 GMT

Title: Oh Danny Boy
Author: connmhaigh
Type: Original fiction
Rating:G
Notes: The cute werewolves + random chick. Robin's Irish (like me! :D) and my favorite character. So meh. My journal name comes from him.

"You're not wearing green," Rigel pointed out with a grin. "For shame."

Robin gazed at him over the morning paper and groaned, looking down at his permanent attire. It consisted of a white dress shirt, a black tie, and grey slacks. "You can't be serious."

Cackling like one of Shakespeare's witches, the younger man leaned forward over the table, minding the glass of orange juice, and pinched his forearm. He sat back down, looking pleased with himself. "Happy St. Patrick's Day."

~

She pinched him. He sighed. "That's the fifth time you've done that today."

"I know." Glycerine giggled. "I can't help it. It's funny."

He grunted, trying to focus on his papers. "How nice."

She watched him with a frown, and then leaned forward, giving his cheek a peck.

"What was that for?"

"Well, you are Irish. Aren't I suppose to kiss you?"

He sighed again and she giggled.

Whee! I live!

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 04:02:54 GMT

Title: Scenes from a Hat
Author: connmhaigh
Type: Original fiction
Rating: PG-13 for Adult Language
Notes: I needed to escape to my own little world of vampires and slayers. It's a very pleasant place. These are just a bunch of drabbles about my only really female character.

Taking a satisfying drag, she looked out into the dark city landscape, hearing the roar of a motorcycle in the distance, which, by the sound of it, was going awfully fast. Not that the speed limit mattered in Avery. On the contrary, the city had the highest accident rate in the country, and, by the number of bumper stickers owned reading 'DRIVE IT LIKE YOU STOLE IT!', they were proud of it. She inhaled one last time before dropping the cigarette butt and grounding it with her foot.

~

It stood before her, massive jaws open and panting with thick yellow globs of drool hanging on either side. She made a reach for the javelin resting at her feet, but immediately pulled back as the beast began to growl, its wide red eyes glaring down at her.

"Nice doggy," she whispered soothingly, gaze never leaving its protruding fangs. "Nice big, big, big doggy." She frantically felt at the ground. "You want a treat? Yes!" She found a rock and quickly grabbed it, hand balling around it. She waved her fist in front of it. "I've got a treat! Want it? Want the treat? Here it is. Go GET IT!"

She threw the rock with all her might, sending it clear across the lot. The red eyes followed it in mild interest before returning to her with an 'do you seriously think I'm that stupid?' look. "Crap."

A moment later, it lunged at her with a monstrous howl, and she grabbed the javelin, thrusting it up through the jaws trying to close around her. A mass amount of slobber later, she lay flat on her back, still grasping the javelin and gasping for breath as a cloud of smoke cleared. A small black rock was all that remained of the beast. With a grunt, she pulled herself up, dropping the javelin. A hand went up to check her hair. Big mistake. She pulled back a slime covered hand, wiped it on her jeans, and bent down to pick up the smelly bit of rock that didn't look much different from the pavement. Then she left.

"I've got it," she told Robin over the pay phone down the street, fingering the rock in her pocket. "You owe me a pitcher of margaritas for this kind of shit."

~

Cameron grinned. It was a goofy, but sweet, expression. He reminded her exactly of a puppy, as cliché as it sounded. So cute. Bright-eyed and eager to please. She could tell he was hooked. Her hand reached for his, still stiff by his side, and placed it on her waist. "How about a dance?"

"I'd love to," he blurted out, still grinning. He face fell a little, and her heart went with it. "But, er, I can't."

He shifted self-consciously, biting at his lip with one sharp canine. He wanted terribly to impress her. To take her out onto that dance floor and dip and twirl her. Fighting not to blush or break eye contact, he finally admitted, "I have two left feet."

She laughed, grey eyes softening as she led him towards the dance floor. "Don't be silly. Everyone can dance a little. Here. I'll show you."

~

Blood splattered across her front as she sliced through the flesh, and she grit her teeth as she began to saw through the bone, muttering tensely under her breath, "Bloody werewolves, can't do shite on their own."

There was a final crack, and she pulled back the blade, wiping it clean on the leg of her jeans. Taking a deep breath, she reached forward, grabbing a handful of hair, and pulled. There was an unpleasant snapping sound and the head came off in one jerk, flying over her shoulder. She let out a sigh, slumping next to the corpse and placing a bloody hand on the stake sticking out of the chest. "Fucking undead. I need a drink."

~

"Cameron." The name came sweetly from her lips, blood red and full. An arm snaked up his chest, onto his shoulder, and around his neck, pulling him to her. Those lips placed tempting kisses down his jaw and stopped at his mouth. As she broke away, licking away the red smudge of lipstick on his lower lip, she smiled. "That's a nice name."

He loved her from that moment on.

No idea why I post the drabbles... They're just crap. XD... Literally. Of the mind.

Thu, 22 Dec 2005 13:33:00 GMT

Title: No Regrets
Author: connmhaigh
Type: Original fiction
Rating: PG
Notes: Where do I come up with this? ...Just a morning drabble to start the day off write. Hah.

"I'll put on a pot of tea, shall I?" suggested Lee, stepping away from the door and walking towards the stove.

Weylin shrugged. "Only if you want any."

The other hesitated as he reached for the kettle, and his arm dropped to his side. "Right then."

Weylin came towards him, cornering him. "I'm here to kill you, you know."

"Oh. I know." He turned and leaned back into the stove, though he had no intention of trying to escape now.

"Good." Weylin smiled. It was a dangerous smile; all pointed teeth and veiled motives, yet Lee couldn't look away. He couldn't bring himself to pull away as the other leaned down and pressed their lips together, fingers snaking through his hair. He couldn't bring himself to hate him. Not even when the time came, and a knife found its way into his back. He cried out, and, as he did, Weylin slipped a tongue into his mouth, tasting him one last time.

"No regrets then?" his killer asked, supporting him with one arm.

Lee grit his teeth and shook his head. No regrets.

Weylin smiled.

More GO Icons!

Wed, 21 Dec 2005 03:49:34 GMT

Just two icons this time. Might do more late. Dunno. Just remember if you take one to credit me. :D

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Update! GASP

Tue, 20 Dec 2005 01:56:34 GMT

Title: 55 Word Challenge Drabble
Author: connmhaigh
Type: Original fiction
Rating: PG
Notes: I like puns. Yes, I do. ...I'm such a dork. :x

"Strange 'bout these murders, 'id'n'it, Harry?" Frank said, staring up at the cloudy night sky. "Bodies found all chewed an' mutilated. What da ya think about it?"

"No reason to moon over it. Cops'll come to the full conclusion soon enough." Harry gave him a pointed smile.

Just then, the clouds passed over the moon.

And another drabble...

Fri, 22 Jul 2005 03:49:44 GMT

Title: In So Many Words...
Author: connmhaigh
Type: Original fiction
Rating: G
Notes: This and any characters, situations, or places presented belong exclusively to me, so... leave it be. Once again, this won't make any sense to anyone other than me, and perhaps one other person. But these are two of my favorite characters from some of my vampire stuff. This drabble came out in present tense... I have no clue why...

There are so many things he wants to say. Rigel shifts uncomfortably at his place by the wall, unannounced, his hand running up and down the back of his arm. He picks a spot on the floor before addressing the man sitting in front of him. "Robin..."

His mentor glances up from the work on his desk, frosty blue eyes giving him the barest of looks before returning back to the stack of paperwork. "What is it, Rigel?" he asks curtly, though not in annoyance, more as if to point out that conversation is a waste of time.

"I--" His throat closes, and fear settles in. He's taken back years ago, when he was hardly seven and just getting used to not being alone, and he remembers in a washed-out perspective, that the curtains in the room were different, but the man was the same stony presence that he is today, commanding respect the way only an old war veteran can. "I was wondering if you were ready to go home. Aimee said she was making roast tonight. It's your favorite."

"I'll leave when I'm ready," he says, verbally trying to nudge Rigel out the door, as he's too caught up in his work to get up and kick him out. "Go on ahead."

"Right," Rigel says, swallowing hard as the silence between them thickens and practically chokes him, though it doesn't seem to bother Robin in the slightest. "I guess I'll head out then." He turns, but pauses in the doorway. "We've all missed you. Please come home tonight." And then he leaves, because nothing else can be said. Not tonight.

Good Omens Icons...

Wed, 20 Jul 2005 02:56:13 GMT

I'm new to the whole icon thing. These aren't anywhere near something worth while, but if you see one you like, all I ask is that you credit it to me. Thanks.

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One of many coming drabbles...

Fri, 15 Jul 2005 01:25:46 GMT

This, like many things I write, is a pointless drabble. It just exists with no real purpose. You can look at it as you will.

Title: Drabble 1
Author: connmhaigh
Type: Original fiction
Rating: G
Notes: This and any characters, situations, or places presented belong exclusively to me, so get over yourself. That's about it. This isn't suppose to make any sense.

"Calm down, Kale," Emily said, rolling her eyes and lifting up her dainty chin to look at him. She was still, wisely, standing on the other side of the room, hands pushed deep in the pockets of his leather jacket.

He ran a bloody hand through his hair, lips pursing as he looked around. Grey eyes settled on the floor. He took in a breath and let it out, repeating the action several times. He took one last breath, speaking on the exhale, "You're saying... I'm dead."

"Yes," she replied, a smile gracing her face as she rocked back and forth on her heels, "That just about sums it up."

Kale shook his head, shutting his eyes tight. A moment later they flew open, wide with something boarding on hysteria, and he shot up off the desk. "How can I be dead? It's not possible!"

Emily frowned, bottom lip pouting. "Well, nobody lives forever."

He balled his hands, nails digging into his palms. "Then how can I be talking to you? How can you be talking to me? None of this makes much sense if I'm suppose to be dead."

"Quite simple really." She was still frowning, eyes looking unnervingly sad. "I'm dead too."