If a tree grows in this post, how many hearts will be carved in its bark?

[slidellra.livejournal.com]

The prompts will be available on Monday, so we have a nice little handful of days left to play around and get ourselves in fighting/loving trim. How's about we start off with one of those drabble trees, eh?

1. I'll kick it off with a little bit o' writing.
2. You guys can reply to that with your own little bit o' writing that plays with something from the first (a line, a phrase, a scene, mood).
3. The next drabblers can reply to any of the above comments, and so on. Until we have a lovely, sturdy, romantic tree, with many ficcish branches all growing out of the first comment.

Have fun! Despite the name, for this drabble tree any length goes. Comment two, four, as many times as you like. Feel the romance, baby.

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[take-no-ko.livejournal.com]

He felt a powerful urge to stay, stay and nap and wallow as he might if Ray were here with him. Of course, he couldn't, and didn't. Fraser got up, and went into the bathroom, groggier than usual, knocking his toothbrush from its usual little plastic cup onto the edge of the sink as he groped for the shaving brush and... sure enough, into the bowl of the toilet.

He rolled his eyes, hearing Dief make some sarcastic comment or other in the background, and reached down to pick it up and throw it in the garbage. He moved his eyes back to the bathroom shelf and the cup.

A single toothbrush now stood in it, the one Ray had brought over a few weeks before. Fraser smiled.