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Drabble #91: Necessity
...we had a quieter response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 90, with an entry by me (your intrepid drabble proposer
jalenstrix).For this prompt, we continue with our one-word/phrase drabble roots:
Necessity
The mother of invention? Perhaps, perhaps....what's necessary and why? Who exactly is taking care of that necessity? Tell us all about it labyfic-style!
Given our entries from recent months, let's continue with the suggested limit for this month of 500 words. Though remember that shorter pieces are most definitely welcome!
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Word count: # of words
Drabble: $your_beautiful_drabble
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Drabble:
Jareth stalked into the nursery with lupine grace and firmly shut the door. His expression was a curious mix of hunter and hunted. “You really did it.”
“I told you I would.”
“But my mother, Sarah? You know what she’s like.”
“I know exactly what she’s like. She never fails to remind me that I’m a mortal harlot who somehow seduced her darling boy, and I will never ever be good enough to even polish his boots. But on this we agree.”
Jareth crossed his arms. “Shockingly.”
“Or not, if you remember how meticulously she keeps track of everything. Is it any wonder she wouldn’t abide this pigsty of a goblin castle when it comes to raising her darling grandson?”
“Boys need messes.”
Feanor raised a grubby hand in solidarity.
I snorted. “That they might. But they also need a sanitary environment.”
A nearby goblin farted, then blew a glob of greenish snot and giggled. Feanor giggled back and reached for the glistening goo. I swooped him up before he could get there. “See?”
“What, he would touch goblin snot? Perish the thought!”
“No, he would eat goblin snot.”
Jareth’s eyebrows twitched in revulsion.
“Toddlers put everything into their mouths, Jareth. Everything. Or haven’t you noticed?”
Jareth shook his head. “You didn’t need to bring my mother into this. You could have just told me.”
“I see you’ve forgotten the ten times I previously tried.”
“You exaggerate.”
I held up a crystal ball, where images swirled of me talking to Jareth. “I kept a record of the last seven.”
He held up a hand. “Fine. You tried. I didn’t listen. But my mother, Sarah.
I smiled sweetly. “You have a harder time ignoring her when she wants your attention. So, can we now discuss a cleaning staff for a few common areas of the castle? I have a few applicants, all of whom are quite skilled in domestic magical arts. There’s a pixie in there who has the most clever scouring spell I’ve seen yet. You wouldn’t believe how many layers of crud come up at once.”
He held up both hands in surrender. “Fine. Do what you must.”
“Perfect.” I deposited Feanor into his arms.
“What’s this?”
“I have cleaning staff to interview. Spend some quality time with your son.”
“What do I get out of this?”
“A happier wife and a mother who will consent to leave our home?”
“Hmmph.”
I leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “And some quality nookie tonight.” I waggled my eyebrows.
“Quality, eh?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Done. Come, my lad, let me show you this wondrous place called the Bog—“
“Jareth!”
“Quality time, my dear.” His grin was positively fiendish. “Boys need messes. I’ll see you tonight.”
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Drabble:
Sarah had no idea where Jareth had sent the goblins but she had a horrible feeling that a large number of the castle horde were about to be banned from the premises due to eau de bog.
Rook was sprawled on the training room mats looking paler than Jareth, even her eyes looked grey and Sarah was startled to notice that there was a fine brown slash across her left eye.
Bishop had a hand on Rook’s shoulder to stop her from getting up and her leg just looked wrong. Catching Jareth’s eye, Sarah mouthed, “Broken?” He gave her a minute shake of his head and turned his attention to Rook.
Jareth knelt by Rook, a hand cupping her face as he ran his thumb across her cheekbone. “You’ve got a dislocated hip.”
“That would explain why it feels exceedingly unpleasant.” Sarah blinked. It seemed that when Rook was in pain she was both far less sweary than usual as well as very politely understated, but still had the presence of mind to modify her accent for Sarah’s benefit. Sarah had dislocated a toe once and did not want to contemplate that level of pain on a larger scale. She shuddered at the thought.
“We’re going to need to manhandle you a little.” Rook closed her eyes and nodded. Jareth’s tone was low and soothing and Sarah initially thought it was to calm Rook, but aside from being in pain, the woman just looked resigned and annoyed at being injured. It was Bishop and Jareth himself who looked distraught.
Jareth looked up at Sarah. “Typically, Rook can heal herself without issue. Just shifting forms will repair most injuries, but complex breaks and dislocations need a little assistance. We need to do a reduction of a posterior hip dislocation.” Her eyes flicked to Bishop who held one of Rook’s hands in a death grip.
“You need to lose the trou, so we can do this.” Rook nodded and Jareth vanished her breeches with a gesture then glanced at Bishop. “I need you to provide downward pressure so I can manipulate the leg.” He positioned himself as Jareth requested. “Rook, this will hurt a lot, but you’ll feel a lot better once I put this in.” Sarah suspected that this was not Rook’s first rodeo and the explanation was for her benefit.
Jareth gripped Rook’s ankle and placed his forearm under her knee. “Ready?”
Rook nodded. “Do it.”
“I need you to relax, love. Deep breath, then slowly out.” Sarah winced as Jareth applied traction to Rook’s thigh and twisted it until the hip popped back into place. Everyone in the room breathed out a sigh of relief.
Bishop swung the still half naked Rook into his arms making her pallor even more pronounced. She buried her nose in his neck and inhaled deeply, as she idly ran her fingers through his braids.
Jareth leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Rest up and we’ll catch up tomorrow morning to reassess the damage.”
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