Drabble #120: Oops
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labyfic...we had a nice response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 119, with entries by
redwolf and me (your intrepid drabble proposer jalenstrix), and commenting love by us both as well. Hurrah! And again special labyfic love to redwolf for adding entries and comments for many previous drabble prompts. Love 'em!For this prompt, we continue with our one-word/phrase drabble roots:
Oops
What happened? Was there a mistake? An accident? Who said this or thought this and why? 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 4).
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.
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Bestow
2022-10-11 01:01 (UTC)Drabble:
Sarah was relaxing on the lawn of one of the castle’s many gardens, eyes closed as she basked in the warmth of the sun. She could smell the complex scents of the flowers in bloom and hear the fairies as they flitted from blossom to blossom. There was a soothing sensation of contentment that she was fairly certain came from the Labyrinth.
“Can you feel it too?” Sarah turned to the guardsman seated on a nearby bench and gestured vaguely in the direction of the great maze.
Bishop, as impeccably dressed as always, smiled softly. “Everyone here at the Labyrinth’s largesse shares a connection with it. It’s possibly only those born here who don’t recognise it until the first time they leave the kingdom. Jareth, of course, has a stronger tie and yours should strengthen over time as well.”
“I could still feel it when we were Above.” Sarah nodded. “There was a pull to return.”
“Interesting. For me, it’s an absence.” Bishop’s grin broadened. “You handled yourself well Above.” The young men with delusions of rape had screamed assault after Sarah has redistributed the nose and testicles of one of their number and Bishop and Rook had detained the others. Grae had smoothed the issue with the local police.
“I’d say that my combat training was panning out, but I just wanted to shut him down.” Sarah shrugged before giving her guardsman a sly glance. “Am I to expect public sex every time we go Above?”
“My apologies if my actions caused you discomfort.” Bishop held her gaze and Sarah noticed that his eyes were actually dark green, although the left had lighter inclusions. “Grae is uncertain when he will see us again and took advantage of a secluded area where the only people around were trusted.”
Sarah frowned as she recalled that Grae hadn’t used a phone to make calls. “Does he have the same thing,” Sarah waved her hand at her head, “that Rook does?”
Bishop tilted his head in thought. “Different technology, but the same effect.”
“I didn’t know embedded communication technology had been developed.”
“It hasn’t, I believe he propositioned someone who has access to gadgets from a little further afield.” Sarah gasped in surprise, but Bishop flashed her a sharp toothed grin. “The individual in question was not only willing, but given the chance would undoubtedly have both you and Jareth in bed within five minutes of meeting you.”
Sarah rolled her eyes, nobody was that charming. However, she was no longer sure if this cavalier attitude to sex was a difference in Underground social mores, or why Grae seemed so comfortable with them, but then she wasn’t entirely certain she wanted to know the dynamics of whatever relationship Grae had with her guardsmen.
“Is Jareth still documenting his adventures with Above pharmaceuticals?”
Bishop chuckled. “Let’s just say that it’s a work in progress and he’s arguing with Rook over the semantics of describing his gait post consumption of the drugged beverage as skipping.”
Re: Bestow
2022-11-01 18:47 (UTC)Re: Bestow
2022-11-01 20:13 (UTC)no subject
2022-11-01 18:48 (UTC)Drabble:
Jareth crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, a picture of icy Faerie elegance with long, lithe limbs and impeccable posture. His glower could have stopped a dragon in its tracks. “That’s all you have to say? Oops?”
“I thought that pretty much covered it.”
His fingers drummed against his arm with military precision. “Our son has disgraced the realm—“
“Oh please, Feanor’s barely three. No one expects dignity from a three-year-old. Or if they do, that’s their problem.”
“—he has disrespected another monarch in public—“
“Your mother shouldn’t have tried to force him to wear that robe. He’s stubborn and it was too heavy anyway. She’s lucky he only stomped on it.”
“—and he’s just generally recalcitrant, rebellious, and ridiculously unruly!”
“And I repeat, he’s barely three. And also your son. And my son. But lovely consonance with your r in that little tirade.” I kissed him on the cheek as I made for the door. “You’ve still got that magic tongue.”
A gloved hand caught mine, sinuously curving through my fingers and holding me fast. “A magic tongue, eh?”
“Oh yes. Bardic powers galore.”
“Any other powers worth mentioning?”
“I’m sure something would come to mind with a proper demonstration.”
Velvet promise thrummed through his voice. “Is that a request?”
“Could be.”
“You’ve learned far too much about the art of distraction.”
“Lots of practice, my love.”
“I didn’t know I required so much distracting.”
“I was actually thinking of Feanor. But his father could definitely use some artful distraction now and again.”
“How about now?”
“Maaaybe. And then again at Feanor’s quiet time if you play your cards right.”
“And how shall I play them?“
“Why don’t you show me with that tongue of yours?”
“My pleasure, Sarah love.”
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2023-02-01 23:49 (UTC)