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Drabble #202: Juicy
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apachefirecat and redwolf
For this prompt, we continue with our one-word/phrase drabble roots:
Juicy
Tell us all about it. Labyfic-style, of course.
Given our entries from recent months, let's continue with the suggested limit of 500 words. Though remember that shorter pieces are most definitely welcome!
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Word count: # of words
$your_beautiful_drabble
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apachefirecat and redwolfFor this prompt, we continue with our one-word/phrase drabble roots:
Juicy
Tell us all about it. Labyfic-style, of course.
Given our entries from recent months, let's continue with the suggested limit 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
$your_beautiful_drabble
I'll be running weekly challenges in the space around
jalenstrix's monthly challenges. 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. Authors generally write for love.)
Compost
Sarah was taking advantage of the sunshine and had managed to free up Jareth’s schedule enough that they could enjoy their lunch together in one of the castle’s gardens. Admittedly, she’d used some creative accounting to achieve this, but as it was a given that their discussions would cover more than personal matters, this was a legitimate meeting.
“I almost tripped over a group of goblins hauling produce this morning.” It was a close call and only the smell of their wares had prevented a collision.
Goblins had peculiar tastes, but the stench was strong enough to cause concern. She followed the goblins into the Labyrinth and found them dropping overripe fruits and vegetables down a large urn that served as a light well for an oubliette. The meaty splats were followed by swearing that echoed up the shaft.
Out of curiosity, Sarah had ported herself into the oubliette. Noting that the occupant was liberally splattered in rotten produce and the Labyrinth had seen fit to alter her wardrobe to her Goblin Queen armour.
“Who is he?” Sarah asked as she nibbled on a pastry. “He screamed Jezebel and whore of Babylon as he ran at me.”
“He didn’t harm you?” Jareth asked as he reached for a finger sandwich.
Sarah waved off his concern. “I’d be more worried about my defensive magic pancaking him into a wall, but it mustn’t have viewed him as a threat as there wasn’t even a flicker. Of course, he had slipped on the mountain of rotten produce and was flailing about in the muck when I left.”
“He’s the latest wished away.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow. “He’s a charmer, so I can’t imagine why anyone would want to keep him.”
“Apparently, he is a pastor with a fetish for shaming the young women of his congregation.” Jareth sneered in disgust. “Specifically in calling out pregnant teenagers and demanding they apologise for their behaviour, while ignoring the much older men who had assaulted them in the first place.”
“Lovely,” Sarah deadpanned. “A delightful community of paedophiles victim blaming.”
“Quite,” Jareth agreed. “Unfortunately for him, he picked the wrong target for his latest tirade.” She may have looked young and was extremely pregnant, but she was actively serving in the military and happened to be visiting family while her husband was deployed. Her sister had primed her for the pastor’s behaviour and she excoriated him and the complicit in the congregation, then she wished him away to the goblins.
“I assume she was unwilling to run the Labyrinth for his return.”
Jareth smiled sharply. “She laughed so hard at the suggestion that I feared she may induce early labour.” Sarah almost choked on her tea as fought off her own laughter. “She did suggest that I find some way to teach him the error of his ways.”
“Good luck coming up with something to break that level of hatred and misogyny before the goblins drown him in rotten produce and he starts to become compost.”
Peaches
Dating didn't work. Whether she knew them or not, dating never worked for Sarah. It had not her entire life, since her first real date had actually come long after she had met the love of her life. Of course, no one had ever believed he existed -- that a fairy-tale Goblin King could exist, let alone love her --, but she knew better.
Of course, all other boys, and men too, paled in comparison to Jareth. She still remembered all beautiful he had been, and how sensual. Even at the tender age of fifteen, she had somehow picked up on his raw sexuality, the likes of which she had witnessed nowhere, including in media, since. She long ago came to accept that she will never find another man like Jareth.
She'd tried dating multiple times. She'd considered settling down with someone, even though she knew he would not be able to make her happy. There was only one man who could satisfy her cravings, and no one else she had ever met could even begin to come close. But a growing girl still had needs.
She had explored media, even the videos that were kept in the very backs of stores or underneath counters, the things that only men in the know were supposed to ask for. She always received wide-eyed looks whenever she spoke of these things, but the stores that frequented had come to both expect her every so often and to never question her. She had learned from the best how to quell inquisitive tongues with a single, menacing glare, after all.
But nothing seemed to do it. Nothing compared to her memory. Sometimes she wondered if perhaps the visions of the King who had tried to bewitch her so long ago were made better, grander, more illustrious all from the vivid imagination of a girl on the cusp of womanhood. But she was a grown woman now, and she still knew what she wanted. She still knew who she wanted, and she was still no closer to finding her way back to him than she had been at fifteen.
She also still had needs, but she had learned, over time, how to satisfy herself better than any man in her world could. Imagination was a powerful instrument, and Sarah's had been honed over her years. She still knew everything she could do could not begin to give her a glimpse of the immense pleasure he would be able to give her -- and had given her with a single touch -- but she knew how to handle her needs now without wasting time or energy on any man who could not.
It required a bag of peaches, and a certain rock star's crooning voice. His was the closest she had heard to her true love's, and even he paled in comparison. But a night filled with succulent, juicy voices, Bowie's ballads, arching fingers that had grown skilled with time, and of course, her memories did serve to appease.
The End
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