Drabbles are weird

[wouldbedorothy]

Fun, though.  They feel a bit like poems to write.

*edited to add a third drabble*

Okay, this first one is nothing like a poem, lol.  Second/third kind of are though.

vandonovan it is because of you I have started practicing this form... a not very good 2/J is still a promised birthday present! lol

These are Gale/Randy.  Bizarre and a bit lovely x2, respectively.

Science Experiment

“Hey Rand, you know what’s fun? Weigh yourself, take a piss, then weigh yourself again. Most days, you’ll lose at least a pound and a half in two minutes.”

“That’s sick, Gale.”

“It’s not sick, it’s science. Like a little experiment.”

“You’re a freak.”

“Try it.”

“I don’t have to go.”

“Drink some water and try it.”

“I’m not going to try it.”

“You’re gonna do it as soon as I leave.”

“……I can’t believe I let you fuck me with that thing.”

*******

“Eating ice cream?”

“Celebrating. I just lost two pounds.”

“Congrats. You let me fuck you now?”

“Yup.”

Gale in 100 Words

Gale.

Gale is an open book, but that book is a mystery.
Or maybe he’s a tell-all, not for sale, that goes untold.
Gale is long legs and longer torso. Eyebrows that go outside the lines and eyes that can’t make up their mind.
Gale is the gayest mostly straight guy ever.
Gale is a beautiful conundrum.
Gale’s a country fried good ol’ boy meets glam rock god with supermodel lips and sex bomb hips and you just want to fuck him and take him home to mama.

Oh my God.
Elvis is alive, and his name is Gale Harold.

Randy in 100 Words

Randy.

Randy loves to read. Books, people, between the lines.
But not labels. They are confusing and often misapplied.
Randy is smooth skin and smoother voice. Alabaster and golden, to varying degrees.
Lips of clouds. Hair in his eyes. Cerulean that shines.
Randy is pretension in its purest form. Protection of the artist’s soul from those who would thwart it.
His appearance of innocence affords an enjoyable indignance.
Randy’s rhythm and swivels and fine bone china and opinions and if he lets you fuck him you are the luckiest bastard alive.

He isn’t Sunshine.
But Randy Harrison brightens the world.