Drabble #105: Exhale

[jalenstrix]

...we had a bit more lively response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 104, with entries by the awesome aliensamba and me (your intrepid drabble proposer jalenstrix), as well as some commenting love by me.



For this prompt, we continue with our one-word/phrase drabble roots:

Exhale

Who's exhaling? Are they relieved, trying to control their temper, meditating, or something else entirely? Tell us all about it. 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 (July 2).

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[jalenstrix]

Word count: 500
Drabble:

Inhale. Exhale. Resist the urge to murder my exceedingly impossible Faerie Lord husband. And his mother.

Jareth’s face was currently imitating an iceberg — a gorgeous thing carved over the eons into craggy, ethereal beauty, lit by the sun to reveal chilling, spectacular depths. And pretty damned immovable. He drummed his fingers against his crossed arms. “It’s perfectly safe.”

“Says you.”

“And my mother. And the rest of my family.”

I snorted. “And I disagree. Sure, it’s a small chance Feanor could get sick from it, but that comes with a hefty downside. I don’t think it’s worth it.”

“An ascendance ceremony doesn’t happen every day, Sarah. This is a family event, and we should be present.”

“And we can be, via crystal, like we’ve been for countless other family events since this magical plague crap hit the ether. The visuals and audio come through just fine.”

“It’s not the same, and you know it.”

“Of course not. But it’s a hell of a lot safer.”

Little curls of frost wafted from Jareth, floating on the subarctic wind he was now emanating. “You can’t wrap him in a bubble forever.”

I flicked a bit of frost from my shoulder. “No, but I can wrap him in a nice protective shield once he’s a little bit older, and that’ll keep him safe from most of the crap we’ll encounter en route.”

“You place too much faith in those protective shields.”

“Maybe. But I sure as hell feel better now that I’ve got one. And so do you — no, don’t even bother to deny it. You didn’t dare leave our realm till you had one, and that’s the truth. And I want the same for our son. And that’s the end of it.”

“It’s unlike you not to see reason.”

“And what reason is that, pray tell? Just your say so!”

“And my family’s.”

“Whom I trust as far as I can throw. The same family that sends assassins after each other as hostess gifts.”

His lips twitched in tacit agreement. “Keeps things lively.”

“You’re impossible.”

“I’m right.”

“Exceedingly impossible.”

“Still right.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Something mischievous flashed behind his eyes. “Make me.”

I blinked at him.

He smiled, the edges of his teeth glinting. “Or I can keep up this pointless bickering until something better to do with my mouth occurs to you.”

Even after all these years, these abrupt Faerie mood changes still made my head spin. “So it’s all up to me?”

He was suddenly behind me, his breath hot in my ear. “How best to employ my mouth for the next several minutes? Certainly.”

I swallowed. “What if it takes longer than several minutes?”

“Even better.” He kissed down the side of my neck.

I closed my eyes. “I’m not backing down on traveling with Feanor, and no amount of sexytimes is going to change that.”

He nipped the hollow of my shoulder. “So you’d rather bicker after all?”

I shivered. “I didn’t say that.”

“Oh, good.”