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Drabble #115: Exhausted
...we had a livelier response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 114, with entries by
redwolf and me (your intrepid drabble proposer jalenstrix), and commenting love by us both as well. Hurrah!For this prompt, we continue with our one-word/phrase drabble roots:
Exhausted
Who or what’s exhausted? By who? Why? How? Tell us all about it. Labyfic-style, of course. (Especially how.)
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 (May 6).
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.)
Motion
Drabble:
Sarah was dressed in a monochromatic gothloli confection of tulle and frills with her hair in carefully straightened pigtails. Jareth’s heavily buckled leather outfit paired nicely with her vertigo inducing platform bondage boots.
She’d had a very real worry about breaking an ankle attempting to navigate the usual insanity of the throne room, but it was still surprisingly goblin free with the floor mostly covered by a drop cloth. Jareth offered his elbow to help her balance as she tottered across to the room and up the stairs, before he sprawled across the throne and pulled her onto his lap. They had time to exchange a brief kiss before the portal mirror placed at the edge of the pit shimmered to life.
Their guest stumbled out of the mirror into the pit. He was yet another scion of minor nobility making a claim for the crown suffering from the same ethereal beauty as the others; looking like he was somewhere between one too many cosmetic surgeries and the victim of a tabloid magazine with poor Photoshop skills. Sarah wasn’t sure if all the nobility of the other kingdoms shared the same aesthetic, but the ones she met had passed beyond beauty and were well into the uncanny valley.
Clad in a voluminous amount of blinding white satin that was covered in an inordinate amount of gemstones, Sarah assumed was his attempt at blatantly conveying the wealth of his family, but he had not reckoned on Sarah finding he more closely resembled a cut rate Elvis impersonator who’d been a little over enthusiastic with a Bedazzler.
Adopting a bored expression and ignoring the little lord in favour of idly toying with Jareth’s hair, Sarah surreptitiously watched the goblins carefully sneaking back into the room behind their guest. She’d also noted that Jareth’s crop had tapped her leg gently with each insult the insufferable lordling had directed towards her. The third time it happened coincided with a quiet clunk.
Their visitor spoke a little more loudly over the clatters and thunks Jareth had set in motion and Sarah watched mesmerised as the mechanism worked its way around the room, before it finally cut a rope that upended a bucket over the unfortunate fae. At the accompanying shrieks, the goblins exploded into the room and covered the screaming man in chicken feathers.
Sarah almost lost her composure as she realised that the goo used in the machine was a recent concoction that clung to skin and natural fibres like napalm while having an interesting side effect of muting magic.
Living up to the expectations of these annoying children was exhausting, but an afternoon of hearing Jareth’s joyous laughter as he’d assembled his Rube Goldberg device, followed by his delight as a chicken feather bedecked lordling stumbled back through the portal mirror, was worth it. As she ran a hand over the many chromed buckles across his chest, she suspected that there may be a little more enjoyment to be had from their day.
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