Drabble #102: Renewal
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labyfic...we had a quieter response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 101, with an entry by me (your intrepid drabble proposer
jalenstrix).For this prompt, we continue with our one-word/phrase drabble roots:
Renewal
What's being renewed? Or perhaps, who's up for renewal? Why? How? Details! 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
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no subject
2021-03-28 12:41 (UTC)Drabble:
I blinked hard. “You’re telling me its contract is up for renewal and it doesn’t want to be renewed? It wants to transfer?”
Jareth’s expression was decidedly bemused. “Yes.”
“The Bog. Wants to transfer.”
“Yes.”
“To another kingdom it feels ‘better supports it needs’.”
“Its words, yes.”
I tilted my head to the side, trying to see what I was missing. Nope. Didn’t see it. “Um...maybe we should let it?”
Jareth’s features were doing their best carved-from-marble imitation.
I looked pointedly at him. “I mean, I know it’s been a...powerful presence here and all, and it’s certainly contributed to our defenses. But hasn’t it caused...well, endless aggravation?”
He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “It might have.”
“And maybe it would be happier in...where did it want to go?”
Jareth’s lips twitched in an unreadable expression. “Middle Earth, apparently.”
“Middle Earth?! It thinks it’ll be happier in Middle Earth?”
“It’s convinced Middle Earth has the ‘infrastructure’ to allow it to do what it enjoys doing more easily.”
“Which is what exactly?”
“It didn’t specify. But apparently it’s been talking to some landscape features over there — it didn’t come out and say Mount Doom and Angband, but one does suspect — and they’ve been telling it ‘good things’.”
I snorted. “Well. We should let it go. We’ll all be happier, it sounds like. Or at least you and I will. How long is a contract for anyway?”
“Usually one to five epochs, locally-defined.”
“We should definitely let it go. One to five non-Bog epochs here sounds delightful. Even if Feanor would miss dropping random objects into the Bog and giggling.”
“True. I doubt any other denizens would object. Didymus said his formal farewells ages ago after the incident with Fireys and the third bridge.”
“And there we go. Problem solved. Now, is that the only thing you came in here for?”
Jareth blinked. “Did you have other ideas?”
“I might. Feanor’s taking a nap, after all. Carpe nap-em.”
“‘Nap-em’ definitely isn’t proper Latin.”
“I have some very particular ideas about other things that are far more important for you to care about right now.” I leaned forward and smiled pointedly. “They involve my mouth, your mouth, and lots of skin.”
Jareth’s eyes glittered as he moved towards me. “Ah. Well. Perhaps we should explore those ideas of yours together.”
I lifted my mouth to his, my breath ghosting against his lips. “You’re such a sensible man, even if you are a Faerie monarch. I’m so glad I married you.”
“And I you, Sarah. Now, about those ideas?”
“Oh yes. Let’s….discuss. Non-verbally.”
He nipped my bottom lip, pulling it gently between his teeth.
And there were lots of suggestions after that, not a one of them involving words.
no subject
2022-08-02 10:26 (UTC)no subject
2022-08-11 19:54 (UTC)Dexterity
2022-08-02 10:27 (UTC)Drabble:
Sarah wasn’t certain what she had expected to find when she entered the library. There was a small niggle of doubt that she’d be walking in to find her husband in a compromising position. With all of the possibilities running through her mind, she was still unprepared for the scene that greeted her.
Sarah had no idea that Jareth had ever seen a beanbag, yet he and Rook were sprawled across a couple of the chairs, quietly using obscenities as endearments the way they usually did. Jareth was sporting his preferred informal ensemble of breeches and shirt, where Rook had divested herself of her coat of many weapons, but retained her usual all black tee and leggings. While the now polychromatic blue hair hanging over her eyes was delightfully cheerful and her tongue was poking out in concentration as she worked, Rook still appeared decidedly withdrawn. As she gesticulated to make a point, Jareth gently caught her hand and ran his fingers along her wrist to create a rainbow cascade of splashes that spiralled up her arm. A slight smile played across her face as she examined the results and they tweaked the patterns in accordance to what sounded to Sarah like soft growls.
It wasn’t the odd choice of seating that shocked Sarah. The floor around them was littered with tiny colourful goblins.
Sarah mused that the only way it could have been weirder is if they’d decided to completely embrace the seventies and had gone full disco. She shut down that line of thought before it gave Jareth ideas. While she was certain he would look fabulous, she was more than happy to consign that unfortunate period of Above fashion to the bog of eternal stench.
“Care to join us?” Jareth didn’t bother looking up, his fingers almost a blur as another goblin quickly took shape.
“You can crochet?”
“Yes.” Sarah blinked while doing a credible impression of a fish out of water. “Do close your mouth, dear.”
Sarah walked over to pick up one of the amigurumi goblins. With its black bead eyes, teeny horns and saucepan helmet, it was adorable. She looked down at the vast array of toys and noticed that they weren’t just different colours, but different designs. Each one was a perfect representation of one of the castle horde she saw every day.
She was so distracted by the craftwork on display that she had completely missed Bishop removing his coat, vest and rolling up his sleeves, so she was startled when he dropped into a spare beanbag. He offered her a look of apology before quietly accepting a hook and ball of yarn from Rook to start work on a tiny goblin of his own.
Sarah wasn’t quite sure how to process her day, but with a sigh of resignation she decided to just go with the flow and took a seat beside Jareth. She looked in confusion at the craft implements he’d handed her. “Could someone teach me how to crochet?”
Re: Dexterity
2022-08-11 19:54 (UTC)Re: Dexterity
2022-08-11 22:38 (UTC)