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Drabble #76: Colorful
...we had a more lively response to the drabble prompt of Drabble 75, with entries by the terrific
3iggy, the smashing aliensamba, and me (your intrepid drabble proposer jalenstrix). 3iggy and I also represented the labyfic collective with commenting love — huzzah!For this prompt, we continue with our one-word drabble roots, with a word inspired by something often missing in the wintertime:
Colorful
Is this literal, linguistic, or something else entirely? Tell. Us. About it. Labyfic-style.
Given our entries from recent months, let's continue with the 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 (Feb 1).
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.
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.)
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I let loose a heartfelt stream of invective as my mug of honeyed tea toppled onto a stack of ungraded assignments. The small goblin culprit responsible gave me an apologetic look before scampering off.
“Colorful.” Jareth’s voice came from behind me, velvety smooth with that warm hint of amusement that promised all kinds of mischief in the dark.
It still stopped my breath every time. I made a concerted grab for my scattered wits. “My language or the papers?”
Jareth deftly lifted one sopping paper edge to inspect the tea stains. “Both, I think.” His hands settled on my shoulders and began to knead the tense muscles. “You should take a break. You’ve been at this for hours.”
I sighed. That man had magic fingers in so many ways. “I know. But these students need feedback, or their writing will never improve.” I frowned at the soaked stack. “Can you help me out with this?”
“You want me to grade those wretched things? Sarah, your cruelty never ceases to amaze me.”
I smiled. “No, you dope. You know I never mastered that spill removal charm.”
“That’s Faerie Lord dope to you.” He flicked his wrist in a precise, complicated gesture and the tea squeezed itself out of the papers, depositing itself neatly back into my mug.
I kissed the wrist next to my cheek. “The bestest Faerie Lord dope ever.”
“You do know that bestest isn’t a word, Madame Writing Professor?”
“It is if I say it is.”
“Tsk, is that what you’re teaching these students of yours?”
“You could help me grade and find out.”
“You really do want to amplify the suffering in this world, don’t you?”
“I could make it worth your while.”
“Do tell.”
“I think it might be more of a showing activity.” I let my lips brush along his wrist again, teasing the pulse point with my teeth.
A very masculine groan spilled from behind my ear. “There are so many reasons I love you, Sarah mine.”
“Mmhmm.” I breathed hot against his skin. “Show me.”
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Colourful
She picked up one of her first finished pieces and turned it in her hands, noting how the colours worked together and where she felt it could be improved. Placing it down, she materialised writing materials without conscious thought and started making notes. Sarah worked her way along the shelf, inspecting each item and making notations on her observations. She walked back to the beginning to start on the lower row and glanced up to see Jareth staring at her with a big grin. “What?”
“What are you doing, love?”
“Taking notes.” She looked at Jareth in confusion, frowning as he chuckled at her reaction.
Jareth shook his head. “Your basic magic skills are improving.”
“I don’t understand.” Sarah looked at the book in her hand. “Oh! I didn’t even think.” She flung her arms around Jareth’s neck. “This is awesome.”
He enthusiastically returned her embrace. “You should be proud of yourself. Your fine control is improving faster than we expected.”
Sarah turned over a vase to see numbers and a series of icons stamped in the base. “What’s this?” She figured the numbers were the year Above, but the icons were simplistic. “I think this is a stylised version of your crest, an animal head and a trident maybe?”
“That is well reasoned. It indicates the year, original, potter and decorator.” Jareth pointed to the icons. “That’s a wolf’s head. You’re the crown.Our team Above suggested the practice.”
“That is so cool.” Sarah placed the piece back and turned back to Jareth. “When I first saw the gallery and studio I was overwhelmed with the amazing work and thought I’d never be able to approach the expertise, but I think I get it now.” Even though she’d seen Jareth working with Rook, the breathtaking skill of all the artisans had distracted her. It wasn’t until she worked alongside Bishop that she started to understand that none of their work existed in a vacuum.
The sculptures displayed around her had styles varied enough to suggest different artists, but she’d learned that Bishop did the ceramic casting. Rook and Jareth did the metal casting and finishing, due to one having a background as a smith and the other just liking shiny things which apparently included molten metals. “It’s all about collaboration.”
Jareth smiled as Sarah’s face lit up with possibilities. “We learn from each other and work with our strengths.”
“I’d like to do more of this while I work on getting the hang of turning a pot.” Sarah picked out a vase with a gradient of blue through green with spots of gold that looked like fireflies over a field. “I’d like to send this one to my family, I think Irene would like it.”
“Of course. I’ll arrange it for you.”
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