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[varadia]

Because someone is a horrible enabler (that and I am easy, but whatever), I am opening myself up to drabble requests in any of what may be one hundred fandoms, because I am a fandom *coughs* woman of loose virtue. Also Milliways, preferably characters I have interacted with. Or that Raven has interacted with, rather.

So.

*eyes kentraine.*

Hit me.

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[miscellanny.livejournal.com]

Ooh, something with Raven and Luck, please?

[creator_raven]

I hate you for this request. If only because now I have twenty million ideas, and I have to find a non-sucky one.

*grin*

[varadia]

Here you go. Raven, Luck, and a game.

A bored Raven is a dangerous thing, to himself moreso than to others, and this particular Tuesday was no exception. This Tuesday, Raven was bored enough to ask the Lady for a game.

She regarded him with cool green eyes, though there was anticipation lurking there. “What stakes will you play for, little bird?”

Raven shrugged, and settled himself comfortably in a chair. “As it pleases you, Lady. I had thought, perhaps, the owing of a favor?”

The Lady raised one eyebrow. “No limits to this favor? I find that acceptable. Shall we begin?”

She hands the dice to Raven; she is feeling magnanimous, at this moment.

Perhaps.

Raven casts the dice, and they clatter across the table, before coming to a slow stop. He regards them for a moment, then smiles, very slightly. “A good enough beginning, I think.”

The Lady does not change her expression, she merely makes a noncommittal noise, and picks up the dice. She casts, and the dice skitter lightly over the table. She does not even look down. “Perhaps, Raven. Perhaps not.”

Raven stills, though the smile does not leave his face. Several casts later, he regards the Lady with solemn eyes. “It goes to you, I think. I thank you, for the game.”

The Lady smiles, now, and her green eyes are burning. “It was a small pleasure. I believe I will take that favor now, though. There is a place I would like you to visit. For a year, let’s say. Starting now.” There is a loud rumbling, like thunder, or perhaps very many dice spinning in their cups. For Raven, the world goes black.

When he wakes, some time later, there is a large rubbery face looming over him.

“Oook?”

Farther away, Fate looks at the Lady ruefully. “Well played.”

The Lady merely smiles, and passes him the dice.