Drabble #101: Kiss
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labyfic...we had a quieter response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 100, with an entry by me (your intrepid drabble proposer
jalenstrix).For this prompt, we continue with our one-word/phrase drabble roots:
Kiss
Whose kiss? Who's being kissed, and who's doing the kissing, and what exactly are the circumstances of this kiss? Tell us everything. Labyfic-style, of course.
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!
Your entry should take the following format, posted as a comment on this entry:
Word count: # of words
Drabble: $your_beautiful_drabble
I'll aim to get the next drabble challenge out on the first Friday of next month (March 5).
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2021-03-03 14:16 (UTC)Drabble:
I shook my head and tried not to grind my jaw. “This isn’t just some boo-boo that you can kiss and make better.”
Jareth tilted his head roguishly to the side, letting the sunlight glitter through his hair in that way he knew I found utterly distracting. “Have you tried?”
I closed my eyes briefly. “I’m fairly sure.”
“How sure is fairly?” He bent down so our faces were level, and flashed a smile at me that was absolutely full of delightful promises for unmentionable activities in shadowed places.
I closed my eyes again. “Jareth! Stop. I need to think clearly, not be distracted.”
“Or perhaps you need to be clearly distracted, then think.”
My lips twitched up as I pressed my face into my hands. “No. No distractions. Thinking.”
Hot breath ghosted across the back of my neck. “I’d think again, if I were you.”
My entire body zinged right to attention. Traitor. “I. Am. Trying. To Think.”
“And I’m helping.”
“How?!”
“By focusing your attention, of course. You clearly need to relax before any proper thought can occur.”
“And you know this how?”
“Countless centuries of ruling subjects with the intelligence and temperament of two-year-olds. Also, several years of being your husband, and a few of being Feanor’s father.” Kisses followed every touch along my shoulders, releasing tension and triggering shivers. “You should trust my judgment on this.”
“I admit, you do make a persuasive case.”
“How persuasive do you find it?”
I leaned my head back into the heat of him, rubbing my cheek against the length of his wrist. The scent of him penetrated through me, frost and spice and home. “I’ll let you know soon.”
“Excellent.”
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2022-08-23 10:28 (UTC)Attend
2022-08-23 10:29 (UTC)Drabble:
Sarah barely had a chance to call Jareth’s name when the chess set appeared at his side. Rook jammed her fist into the man’s groin, just above where a large shard of ice was embedded in his thigh, while Bishop cradled his head and gently probed his skull.
“Sarah,” Rook’s sharp tone cut through her panic. “I need your help. Can you pull out the big shard on my say so?” Rook licked her palm, then nodded. Sarah extracted the ice blade and blanched as she saw blood pulse from the wound before Rook slapped her hand over the site and applied pressure. “Grab a knife from my coat and cut the fabric away from around my hand.” Sarah busied herself following Rook’s instructions, grateful that the woman had modified her accent into something comprehensible to someone from the other side of the pond.
Rook watched as Bishop finished his external examination. “What do you reckon?”
“I’d hoped it would just be a lump on the back of his head, but he shouldn’t be unconscious.” Bishop glanced at Sarah as she eased the fabric from under Rook’s hand. “This would have been easier if there was bleeding at the site.”
“It’s the only way, love.”
Sarah startled as Bishop leaned down and didn’t so much kiss Jareth as lick into his mouth. Before she could say anything about Bishop, Rook removed her hand and bent down to lick Jareth’s injury. Like the worst game of tennis, Sarah’s attention was drawn to Jareth’s hand curling behind Bishop’s neck as he regained consciousness and, in the parlance of everyone else present, snogged his guardsman senseless. Bishop pulled back and checked Jareth’s eyes. “Typically, I’d be looking for pupils to be equal and reactive, but that ship’s long since sailed.”
“What’s the damage, smart arse?”
“The subdural haematoma and femoral artery injury were the worst. Forgive me, but this will sting a bit.” Rook removed her fist from Jareth’s groin and he winced as the blood supply returned to his leg. “You have several other minor puncture wounds, we can work on now you’re stable.”
Bishop helped Sarah to sit behind Jareth and she wrapped her arms around him tightly, blinking as she saw there wasn’t even a scar where she'd removed the ice shard. “What’s going on?” She watched as the chess set worked together to remove the rest of the ice blades and heal the wounds.
“You’re going into shock, my love, so we’d better get you back to the castle.” He grunted as he was unceremoniously hauled to his feet by Rook who then lifted him into her arms. Bishop was far more gentle as he helped Sarah to stand and then the four of them appeared in the royal bedchamber. Rook gently placed Jareth on the bed and Sarah rushed to take his hand.
“We’ll send the healer up to give you the all clear, Jareth, and to treat you for shock, Sarah.” And with that the guardsmen vanished.
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2022-08-30 16:21 (UTC)Re: Attend
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