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thistledear) wrote2009-03-19 06:53 am
Drabble Self-Challenge - Day Two!
Day 2
009. Months
Six months.
Six months since her world went insane, with fae, elementals, witches, were and vampires suddenly entrenched in her life.
“If I offered you a chance to give it all up,” Bonnie said, lounging next to Rose on the couch, “offered you your previous life back, with no memory of the past six months, would you take it?”
“Would I get to keep my inheritance?”
“Nope.”
Rose laughed. “I’m fine with the crazy then. Besides, everyone tells me I’m the only one who can wrangle Wasp. Wouldn’t really be fair to quit now that everyone’s used to the quiet.”
081. How?
“WASP!”
That wasn’t a happy shriek. The pixie made it upstairs in record time and found Rose staring open-mouthed at the ceiling. She looked over at him as he flitted over and pointed up. “How…?”
The ceiling was covered in an abstract mural that appeared to be made of her underwear. Well, maybe not completely abstract—there was some sort of image…oh.
“I told you there was a bogey in the house,” he said, trying not to laugh. Laughing would not help. Laughing would get the fly swatter.
“A bogey put my underwear on the ceiling?”
“Obviously he’s kinda special.”
054. Air
She checked the gauge on the tank, pouting when she realized her air was low enough that she needed to head for the surface. She pointed to the gauge, and then towards the boat, and her pair of new friends nodded regretfully and gave her a graceful bow before swimming off. She watched them go and began a careful ascent.
Her head broke the water only a few yards away from the Siren’s Song and she swam to the ladder, climbing up. Iolanthe gave her a sly smile from her chair, daiquiri in hand.
“I told you there were merpeople.”
061. Winter
Rose was all too aware of the solid chest behind her and the long-fingered hand wrapped around her mouth. There was the rustle of feathers as he curled night-black wings around them both, and she was assailed by the cold, sharp scent of winter—the incubus' scent. She stiffened as she heard the heavy sound of scales sliding against the wood, just a few feet from where they stood in the shadows.
After a few minutes he moved his hand and settled his wings against his back, then pushed her gently forward.
"Is it gone?" she asked shakily.
"For now."
021. Friends
"I guess it was too much to hope for normal friends here, huh?"
Hat raised a brow along with his teacup. "We're not normal?"
"Hat, I'm having a tea party with an elf—"
"Not an elf."
"—and a rabbit—"
"Hare."
"—and a pixie."
"He's—okay, he's actually a pixie. We should put little mouse ears on him."
"I refuse to be your fucking dormouse," Wasp growled, glaring at the bigger fae. "You'll stick me in a teapot or some fucking nonsense.
"And I am NOT wearing a pinafore," Rose said. "No Alice fantasy for you, Hat."
014. Green
"Have you ever thought of letting your hair go natural?" Wasp asked curiously. He sat on the barrel of a hair dryer like a log and watched Rose carefully work the dye through her hair.
"You don't think I'll look good with green hair?"
"I think as tan as you've gotten, you're going to look like a dryad." He made a face. "I don't like dryads. They tend to eat pixies." Her face stretched into a wide grin and he pointed at her. "Don't."
She couldn't stop herself. "You've never had a problem with me eating you before."
He groaned.
040. Sight
It was rude, but Rose couldn't help but look in horror at Bree's friend May, knowing the eyes that laid under her closed lids were glass—or whatever prosthetic eyes were made of these days.
"They were cut out," May said suddenly, answering the unspoken question. "I was kidnapped at nine by a group that needed a seer, and they cut my eyes out so I would 'see' better."
"Oh God," Rose muttered weakly. Bree gave a sudden manic grin and threw herself across her friend's lap.
"Joke was on them," she said brightly. "She's actually an oracle. Big difference."
074. Dark
"I dare you go into the bathroom, turn off the lights and say 'Bloody Mary' three times."
"Wasp, in the past year I have met vampires and werewolves. There's a sorcerer that lives up the road. The teashop in town is run by an elf with a pet hare that may or may not be some kind of fae itself. There's a giant demon wolf in the woods and a demon horse that eats squirrels near the ranch. Hell fuck NO I'm not saying 'Bloody Mary' in a dark room. She probably lives in the boarding house on 8th Street!"
093. Thanksgiving
Rose tapped on a little window until Wasp opened it and jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "I brought lots of food back. Come on, I'll fix you a plate."
"So how was Thanksgiving with the Burke family?" he asked, hitching a ride on her shoulder back to the house.
"Loud. Crowded. Like fifty people fighting over cranberry sauce." She smiled then, reaching up to rub his leg affectionately. "Wish you could have been there."
"I would have been a nervous wreck. Too many little kids trying to yank my wings off. You did bring back some chocolate pie, right?"
031. Sunrise
"Beautiful morning, ain't it?"
Rose looked up from her camera where she was attempting to get a shot of the sunrise against the pond. Ezekiel tipped his hat at her and held up a white box. "Donut? Fresh from the shop in town."
"Sure, just let me snap a few pics first. God, this is a gorgeous spot."
"Didn't realize you were a photographer, darlin'."
"I'm…an amateur. I've always wanted to, never had the money to really try. And now I do. Huzzah for inheritance." She stepped back and took a glazed donut from the box. "Thank you for breakfast."
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061: oooh. *curious!*
014: c'mon, wasp, it was THERE. it HAD to be said. =p
"Joke was on them," she said brightly. "She's actually an oracle. Big difference."
*snerk* her sense of humor, it is so speshul.
074: and can we blame her??
093: that struck as very warm. and normal. for, y'know, them.
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061. Yeah, me too. >_> Not only do I have no idea why there's giant slithery things in her house, I have no idea why Aerael's gone all white knight. ~.^ Damn drabbles.
her sense of humor, it is so speshul.
May's just as bad. They wuv each other very very much. But not in that way. :p
093. Mmm. They have their little gestures. It is Teh Cute.
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i'm all curious about the slithery thing in her house, tho....