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fairjennet) wrote2009-05-25 03:20 am
fairjennet) wrote2009-05-25 03:20 am
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Wraeththu Drabbles
I'm on a bit of a Wraeththu kick this week, in case you haven't noticed.;) Now don't fall over from the shock of this, but I actually wrote three drabbles that I'm going to post here. Yes, here. In public. Uncharacteristic of me, no?
It all belongs to Storm Constantine, not to me, but I'm having fun playing!
“I can fight.”
“You?” Terzian smiled lazily. “You look like a puff of wind might blow you away.”
Cobweb didn‘t think he could stand to watch Terzian ride off to war again. “Not me,” he said fiercely. He sat up and hugged his own knees. “I’m much stronger than I look.”
“If that’s what you want.“ Terzian shrugged and stretched, tanned legs sliding over the sheets in blithe unconcern. He pulled Cobweb down to him and kissed the back of his neck.
Cobweb relaxed into his embrace, banishing the thought of bad omens. He could do this. He could.
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“Flick! Where are you? Lazy fuck. Probably asleep again.”
Seel’s voice, sharp with frustration, trailed off into mumbled profanities. A drawer slammed shut, and Flick smiled to himself. He could just picture the scene in the next room: Seel, damp from the bath, would stalk from bureau to closet and back again; his wet hair coiling down his back like snakes, his eyes flashing like sharp-cut jewels as his irritation grew. Another thump; Flick stifled his laughter into his pillow. The walls in this house were delightfully thin.
“Flick, damnit, where are my leather pants?”
“Second drawer on the right!”
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“I’m not a groupie!” Karn exclaimed. He tossed his violet hair over his shoulder and glared at Kate, who merely smirked and took another drink of beer. “I just like their music.”
Kate rolled her eyes. “Oh please. First Rue, then Pharis; it’s only a matter of time before you're rooning Amorel.”
“So? I still like their music. What about you? You hang on Rue’s every word. It’s so obvious what you want.”
Kate slammed down her beer mug and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’m not har,” she said bitterly, “so it doesn’t really count. ”
It all belongs to Storm Constantine, not to me, but I'm having fun playing!
“I can fight.”
“You?” Terzian smiled lazily. “You look like a puff of wind might blow you away.”
Cobweb didn‘t think he could stand to watch Terzian ride off to war again. “Not me,” he said fiercely. He sat up and hugged his own knees. “I’m much stronger than I look.”
“If that’s what you want.“ Terzian shrugged and stretched, tanned legs sliding over the sheets in blithe unconcern. He pulled Cobweb down to him and kissed the back of his neck.
Cobweb relaxed into his embrace, banishing the thought of bad omens. He could do this. He could.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Flick! Where are you? Lazy fuck. Probably asleep again.”
Seel’s voice, sharp with frustration, trailed off into mumbled profanities. A drawer slammed shut, and Flick smiled to himself. He could just picture the scene in the next room: Seel, damp from the bath, would stalk from bureau to closet and back again; his wet hair coiling down his back like snakes, his eyes flashing like sharp-cut jewels as his irritation grew. Another thump; Flick stifled his laughter into his pillow. The walls in this house were delightfully thin.
“Flick, damnit, where are my leather pants?”
“Second drawer on the right!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I’m not a groupie!” Karn exclaimed. He tossed his violet hair over his shoulder and glared at Kate, who merely smirked and took another drink of beer. “I just like their music.”
Kate rolled her eyes. “Oh please. First Rue, then Pharis; it’s only a matter of time before you're rooning Amorel.”
“So? I still like their music. What about you? You hang on Rue’s every word. It’s so obvious what you want.”
Kate slammed down her beer mug and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’m not har,” she said bitterly, “so it doesn’t really count. ”
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tanned legs sliding over the sheets in blithe unconcern.
Yum. Just... yum.
Kate being frustrated about not being har? Perfect. And I do wish there were more stories set in Ferelithia. I loved writing my Aleeme/Azriel gapfiller and setting much of it there. What a beautiful, colorful place!
And then you wrote this: Seel, damp from the bath, would stalk from bureau to closet and back again; his wet hair coiling down his back like snakes, his eyes flashing like sharp-cut jewels as his irritation grew.
Gorgeous, stunning imagery. And inspiring, as well, since I'm writing a Seel-centric story as we speak! Thank you so much for sharing! Please do post them at raythoo as well to share your talents. :D
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And you're so right about Ferelithia. Such a fun setting! Clever of you to use it to balance Aleeme/Azriel angst. There's the beginning of a story about Rue's band in one of my notebooks, and just thinking about writing it put me in a "party, party" mood.
Gah, I'm babbling. Oh wow, just thank you again for saying such nice things. Off to post to
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