Rainy Day
But he only ever smiled, flicking the ash from whatever number cigarette he happened to be on at the time, saying, 'we all have to live our own way, and we all go out sooner or later. i choose this, because it makes me feel good.'"
Tainted Glory (Chapter 4)
She ducked down again and reached in the bag to pull out a picture of her target, nodding her head and flicking her tongue. "yes... that's the one alright..."
Dressing the French Maid Dragon
He flicked his tail, smiling honestly as if he could only give a true answer and a true answer alone to the dragon's question. "now..." he held up something sleek and dark, a shimmer in the fabric. "try this. lift up your foot."
Hungry Kitchen
Nightfyre peeked over his newspaper for a moment, raising an eyebrow before he flicked the newspaper up again. axel's eyes widened. **"what!? where did all the food go!?"** axel shouted. nightfyre's expression behind the newspaper remained passive.
Heart of the Forest ~ Chapter 3
And then the two stood there in the damp warmth of early dawn, each watching the other, each breathing nervously with their ears flicking and tails swishing.
wander ~ Chapter 5
And, then, my ears perked and flicked behind me at a familiar voice, up near the front desk. what are the chances?
Dead Shamrocks
flick, flick. he puffs his cigarette and puffs again, deeply inhaling the smog followed by a gargle and rinse of coffee down go ten men chuckles. whip and swipe.
The Blade Awakens
Ears flick with the sound of rustling snow as she turns her head towards the intrusion to the peace.
Doomsayer
The wolf left it to continue, taking a steady trot over to the blinded balcony doors, his ears and tail still flicking to the loudening thuds outside. from out on his top floor balcony, tirrell could better hear the world.
A Little Situation
My eyes flick over to the big dipper, following the imaginary lines my father taught me to navigate. follow it north, up to polaris, and the memories of a simpler life flick by. i remember when my greatest worry was having a cold.
The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.
"by all means it would." he paused, as he flicked on the scanners, "computer begin recording: subject 1004-cervinoid female, alive. official birth 1 april 2135; 0833 hours..."
Rainy Day
Again, she flicked it on, and the sense of latent expectancy filled the car, the static that should be there suppressed by whomever was, listening. she was sure that someone was listening. "my father was a smoker.