Drabble #184: Poison

[redwolf]

...we had a nice response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 183, with entries by apachefirecat and redwolf and comments by apachefirecat and redwolf

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

Poison

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Word count: # of words
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Volubility

[redwolf]

Word count: 500

Sarah had been pondering what to do about her most annoying advisor for a while. While it was tempting to bog him, there were likely family members who would not appreciate the lingering reminder of his punishment, so she shunted that idea to the back of her mind for the moment.

What she’d overheard matched her own experience with the man; he was knowledgeable, just insufferable. Getting any of that knowledge out of him tended to involve wading through a firehose of obsequiousness for an occasional nugget of useful information.

A ferret through the minutes of meetings he had attended with a diverse range of participants gave her further insight. His ramblings tended to be cut short when more men were involved. Sarah had initially assumed this to be misogyny on her advisor’s part, but as she worked through her evidence, it seemed that women were just too polite. While this was also a frustrating issue Above, she was in a position Underground that put both rank and magical ability to her advantage.

In all the meetings with women they were considerate in letting him speak, where the male dominated meetings cut him off. It seemed that he couldn’t abide a lull and had to fill it with noise.

With her behavioural observations in mind, Sarah hoped for a quicker meeting for a change. However, she wasn’t a fool and had briefed Bishop to transport her out of the room if it looked like her patience was running thin.

As expected, verbal diarrhoea had started the moment he’d had a chance to speak. She’d given him a full minute to vaguely float the concept of a point amidst his effluvia of praise for herself, the kingdom and she suspected he’d start naming ancestors and associates if she let him continue.

Sarah slapped her hand on the table, startling the man into silence. “Stop. Give me the bullet points.” She repressed a smile as he gaped in confusion at the unfamiliar Above business terminology. Sarah waved her hand magnanimously. “My time is valuable. Sum up your report in five short sentences.”

While there was a little stuttering in surprise, he did manage to accomplish Sarah’s demand.

“Thank you, that was most helpful.” Sarah held up a hand as the man puffed himself up to no doubt launch into an ode to her benevolence. It didn’t hurt her position that she allowed her magic to leak slightly and crackle along her fingers in a display that she privately thought was quite pretty, provided she didn’t try it near anything flammable.

“Moving forward, you will provide a similar written summary before all meetings.” Sarah ignored the quiet sighs of delight from several other people in the room who had been subjected to the man in the past. “I’m sure that summary will be enough to forestall many future meetings.”

Sarah held his gaze as he opened his mouth to complain. “I consider this meeting concluded and I thank you all for your time.”

Re: Volubility

[apachefirecat]

<3 She's definitely been learning! LOL

Re: Volubility

[redwolf]

I suspect she'll need to reinforce her edict to get it to sink in, but it does seem to have ended this meeting early 🦊🧡

His, Hers

[apachefirecat]

Word Count: 500




She tosses and turns until he comes to her. He does not walk, but he is also in no hurry. He has always had a fluid grace about him, and he moves as though he is gliding towards her despite the fact that she can see his boots are very much touching the floor. He should not be here. He should not have come to her again. She is supposed to be free of him!

She should scream. She should run. She should at least cry out or try to fight him. But instead, she stands, frozen, transfixed, watching this remarkably beautiful man close in on her. He is beautiful, but just like the greatest predators of her world, she knows his body, and especially his words, are full of poison. If she does not flee from him, or at least stand against him, he will subdue her again. He will make her want to stay again -- and this time, she does not have Toby to think of, Toby who, without his freedom to think of, she never would have left the Labyrinth before.

She does not want to leave. She does not want to leave this world she can feel coming back to her now. She does not want to leave its Master, its King, her King. He has not spoken, but his hand is caressing her cheek, feather-light fingers drifting down the curve of her neck, and his coy, knowing smile speaks more than a thousand words could ever say. He sums it all up with only three, softly whispered words, "Sarah. My Sarah."

She moans. She is his Sarah. She has always been his, and he will always be her King. She feels weak again, but she does not care. She freely surrenders all to him, with another moan. His kiss does little to quiet her next moan. She is his. She will always be his.

Outside Sarah Williams' very human-made bedroom, a certain bird perches on the limb whose tip scrapes against her window. Her father had spoken of cutting the tree, but she'd not hear of it. She'll not hear of it, because she still yearns for them to visit -- for Hoggle, Ludo, Sir Didymus, even the Fieries, and most especially of all the one who did not visit on that one night that feels so long ago when Sarah is awake. She still waits for them. She still waits for him.

The snowy-white owl twists his head, and if any mortal were to be watching the bird, they would swear his beak curved into a smile. Sarah groans again, writhing in her bed. He hoots and bobs up and down on the swaying branch. She'll not see him -- not yet, not when she is awake at least --, but he checks in with her every night. She is his, and eventually, she will come home to him. They all do in the end, after all, but only this one does he want forever.


The End

Re: His, Hers

[redwolf]

Wonderfully moody and atmospheric. I suspect Jareth will eventually get his way. 🦊🧡

Re: His, Hers

[apachefirecat]

But of course! ;)