Drabble #122: Cheer
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labyfic...we had a nice response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 121, 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, love 'em, love 'em!For this prompt, we continue with our one-word/phrase drabble roots:
Cheer
Is someone cheering? Or in need of cheering up? Or perhaps of good cheer? 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 Monday of next month (January 2).
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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no subject
2022-12-28 14:06 (UTC)Drabble:
“Oh my.” Chairs. Of all shapes and sizes. Plush lounging ones and small wooden antique ones and ones for standing on to reach things and ones for sitting around a table chatting amiably over hot cocoa and…well, the mind boggled at how they all fit into the throne room. That was Labyrinth physics for you, I suppose. My lips twitched as I saw the sign. “I think there may have been a slight misinterpretation of our holiday greeting.”
There was a quiet intake of breath as Jareth caught the same clue. “`Cheer’ wasn’t a familiar enough term, eh?”
I shrugged. “It does sound an awful lot like `chair’ with the right accent.”
We stared together at the large hand-lettered sign swinging above the morass: “BE UV GUD CHER”.
“Well,” mused Jareth after a moment, “at least we’ll have plenty of seating for the New Year’s festivities.”
I smiled. “I thought I was the designated Finder of Silver Linings.”
“A marriage is a partnership, no? I thought I’d take my turn.”
“So generous.”
“Just one of my specialties.”
“Do tell.”
“I’d rather show.”
“Brilliant. At the kids’ naptime?”
“As you wish.”
“It would improve my cheer immeasurably.”
“Then it’s most definitely my pleasure. On a chair of your choosing.”
“I do so love you.”
His smile was a gorgeous thing full of sharp promises and velvet shadows. “And I you, Sarah mine.”
no subject
2023-01-02 22:34 (UTC)no subject
2023-01-31 21:02 (UTC)Studio
2023-01-02 22:36 (UTC)Drabble:
Sarah was escorted into a room she found even more surprising than the gallery she had just seen. It was a vast open room filled with natural light that was scattered with large benches. There were easels and stools in one area, another had art works in many states of completion, but these were secondary to what drew her attention.
One of the tables had been moved to the centre of the space with the best light, sitting atop it was a large canvas surrounded with art supplies.
Jareth and Rook were on opposite sides of the table and were dressed alike in overalls and tees, but that was where the resemblance ended. Jareth was clad in surprisingly pristine white, still managing to look effortlessly stylish. Rook wore a dark tee under paint splattered overalls that clashed violently with her hair and managed to look like a mildly disreputable tradesman.
Sarah was used to the pair communicating in growling profanity, so it was jarring to find them working in silence. Jareth wielded a large brush with a look of intense concentration on his face, while Rook had eschewed implements in favour of using her hands directly on the canvas. As she watched, the woman wiped her fingers on her forearm before reaching for another colour, leaving Sarah to wonder if the colourful marks on her arm were the results of Jareth’s magic or her own work.
“What are they doing?”
“Painting.” Bishop grinned at Sarah’s glare and nudged her shoulder playfully. “They’re always like this when they work together.”
Sarah waved her hand in their direction. “It’s the silence thing that’s weirding me out.” She took a deep breath and walked towards the table to examine the work. The painting was mostly monochromatic, with a sweeping diagonal division that suggested a figure. They were working a side each. Jareth’s side was all long, smooth strokes, where Rook’s was a riot of movement. “It looks like somebody being torn between order and chaos.”
Jareth glanced at Sarah with an almost shy smile. “I like that.” He nodded to Bishop. “Would you mind adding that as a notation for the piece?” Bishop walked across the room to update the records at his request.
“My thanks for not letting me make things worse.“ Rook inclined her head in acknowledgement. Sarah watched her pick up a cloth to wipe the paint from her hands as she joined Bishop. Sarah turned back to Jareth. “I’m sorry for not trusting you. I know not everything is as it seems, but it’s so unfair and I really don’t have a basis for comparison.” Her voice broke and Jareth swept her into his arms as she sobbed.
“Bishop explained that the Labyrinth is levelling the playing field a little?” Sarah sniffed and nodded into Jareth’s shirt. “Some things are so big you can’t stop them, only take them apart a piece at a time.”
“I should probably find a new essay subject.”
“That would be wise, my love.”
Re: Studio
2023-01-31 21:04 (UTC)Re: Studio
2023-01-31 21:18 (UTC)