Drabble #62: Apples

[jalenstrix]

...we had a very quiet response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 61, with an entry by me (your intrepid drabble proposer jalenstrix). We were also sadly quiet on the commenting love -- oh, labyfic collective, come back to us! We miiiiiisssssss you! Comments are the lifeblood of fan writings.

I retain optimism and soldier on -- I believe in you, my dear labyfic collective!



For this prompt, we continue with our one-word drabble roots, taking inspiration from the autumnal season:

Apples

So many possibilities -- from delicious treats to associative games to symbolic temptation. Tell us all about it.




I continue to enjoy the 300 word limit, so let's continue with it for this month. 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 (Dec 1).

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[jalenstrix]

Word count: 300
Drabble:

“Truth.”

“Okay...why not an apple?”

Jareth blinked slowly. “Instead of a peach?”

“Mmmhmm. Apples are traditionally symbolic of temptation.”

“Honestly?”

“You picked truth, didn’t you, your majesty?”

He smiled. “It just seemed so cliché. I had to have a little freedom. Your subconscious didn’t give me all that much room to maneuver.”

“That’s it?”

“Does there need to be more?”

“I suppose not.”

“My turn, then. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“So boring.”

“Says the man who just picked truth himself.”

He smiled again. “Why were you so fixated on David Bowie as a teenager?”

It was my turn to blink. “What?”

“I mentioned I had little room to maneuver? There was no room at all on appearance. Not one whit, right down to the mismatched eyes. Do you have any idea how disorienting it is to have one eye permanently dilated?” He leveled those eyes right at me. “Well?”

I blushed furiously. “I’m taking a pass on this one.”

He looked pointedly at the drinks in front of us. “You know the penalty.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I picked up the toe-curling concoction he’d put together for me and took a swig. It burned all the way going down with that particular alcoholic fury which guaranteed a serious hangover in the morning. I squinted at him. “How come you never pass on any of my questions?”

He took a hearty swig of his own concoction and leaned into me. “Perhaps you just haven’t found the right ones.”

I blinked muzzily. “You didn’t have to drink. You didn’t pass on a truth or dare.”

“True.

“Are you trying to purposefully join me in drunken splendor?”

His smile was like wildfire as he leaned even closer. “Could be.”

I touched my nose to his. “Cheater.”

“All in the eye of the beholder.”

[ghislaine]

I loved this. I was really caught off-guard by the mention of David Bowie and had to re-read. I love the weaving-in of that detail and the implications it has for Jareth's form.

[jalenstrix]

Eee, thank you! I'm so glad that particular detail was something you enjoyed. I always like playing around with crossover between the movie implementation and reality.

[redwolf]

Agreeing with Jareth that suddenly getting the eye thing is most disorientating. I suspect Sarah is going to be incoherent long before Jareth is if he's supplying the drinks and then he'll have to deal with the after effects 🦊🧡