Drabble #109: Delicious

[jalenstrix]

...we had a quieter response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 108, with an entry by me (your intrepid drabble proposer jalenstrix).




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

Delicious

What's delicious? Or who? So many possibilities. 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 (November 5).

I'm also very happy to take suggestions if something in particular strikes your fancy -- comment on this post or PM me with your suggestions. You can see our current collected suggestions here.


Remember: Feedback is LOVE. So do reply to your fellow labyficcers' drabbles if so inclined. (Though be careful of concrit unless specifically okayed by the author beforehand.)

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[jalenstrix]

Word count: 228
Drabble:

I moaned softly. “Oh my god.”

Jareth laughed softly behind me, his hands landing gently on my shoulders. “I must be losing my touch. My personal ministrations don’t even elicit that response from you lately.”

I held up the pastrami sandwich. “I can’t believe how good this tastes. It’s incredible. I might actually cry.” I took another bite. “I mean, I had cravings when I was pregnant with Feanor, but this is unreal.”

“You also weren’t pregnant with triplets before.”

“True. But still.” I took another bite and chewed like my life depended on it. “I’d marry you for this.”

“Tsk, offering things you’ve already done. What sort of bargain is that?”

“The sneaky Faerie kind, of course. You think I haven’t learned anything from you after all these years?”

“I rather hope you’ve learned other things as well.”

“Never said I didn’t.” Chomp, chomp, swallow. And that was it — the pastrami was gone. I sighed and leaned my head backward against the warmth of him, luxuriating in the last tastes of that glorious sandwich.

“You’re still savoring the sandwich, aren’t you?”

“You betcha.”

“It’s probably unwise to be jealous of pastrami, but you do make a man wonder, Sarah love.”

I patted his hand. “The pastrami will pass. You’re here forever.”

“Such a way with words.”

I kissed his wrist. “Like I said, I learned things.”

[redwolf]

That's adorable! 🦊🧡

Provocation

[redwolf]

Word count: 500
Drabble:

Evenings Sarah was most often found in the castle’s library, either furthering her study or reading for pleasure. Jareth would usually join her, but he tended to relax with whoever of his guardsmen were on duty.

Sarah had a selection of books she was cross referencing spread out across the reading desk. Jareth and the chess set were seated at a cluster of lounge chairs, well, seated was a bit of a stretch. Jareth had adopted his usual elegant sprawl. Rook, as pale as Jareth, looked like she’d been flung off the hood of a car. While Bishop, as dark as Rook was light, was the embodiment of regal dignity. Sarah idly wondered if they’d coordinated their monochrome outfits for the day, Jareth and Bishop were effortlessly elegant, if favouring fashions from different realms, while Rook leaned heavily into comfort and the ease of hiding weapons. At the moment they were deep in a quiet, if animated discussion that was slowly shifting in tone. Jareth and Bishop had both deepened their voices and adopted expressions of practised innocence, while Rook was glaring daggers at them and squirming in her seat. While she couldn’t hear it, Rook had bared her teeth and was growling low enough that Sarah could feel the vibration deep in her chest.

Rook sat forward with her arms on her knees, head down and huffed in defeat.

“I hate you both.”

“You love us.”

“Always.”

This was a common coda amongst the trio, as was the way they took delight in torturing each other like unruly teenagers. Sarah was just happy that they didn’t hold grudges, as she feared a prank war would end with a body count.

Rook stood, gave Jareth a feral grin and leant down to whisper in his ear, before kissing him soundly. “Fuck you.” She then kissed Bishop. “Fuck you too.” Rook nodded politely to Sarah, who was still trying to parse the woman’s thick Scottish accent. Her frock coat, which should have swirled around her legs, most decidedly did not. “Move your arse or I start without you.” Rook’s voice echoed down the hall, the accent broadening into incomprehensibility.

Bishop roared with laughter and called after her. “That’s not the threat you think it is, love.” He stood, leaning down to kiss Jareth, before turning to take Sarah’s hand, kissing her knuckles gently. “Rook needs me, but his nibs requires your assistance in redistributing his blood supply.” With a cheeky wink and graceful bow he departed.

Turning her attention to Jareth, Sarah took in his blown pupils, slightly glassy stare and his tighter than usual breeches. He shrugged at her raised eyebrow, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen them play the same distraction game whilst sparring and it was preferably to watching them beat the snot out of each other.

Sarah reminded herself to ask Rook at a later date exactly what she’d said to Jareth to incite such a reaction. After she’d taken full advantage of it, of course.

Re: Provocation

[jalenstrix]

Spicy! Delicious indeed.

Re: Provocation

[redwolf]

Thank you! 🦊🧡