Drabble Self-Challenge - Day Four!

[thistledear]

I am so tired. D: I got up this morning and went straight over to the gym and worked out for 45 minutes. I'm really trying to get into the habit, but this whole losing my thyroid mess has fucked me up more than I thought it would. If I'd known last May what I know now, I think I would have been far more upset. So far no weight gain, though. I'm still waiting to see if I can lose what I have though.

Anyway, as usual, here's yesterday's set of drabbles.

Day 4

003. Ends

"You need a haircut," Iolanthe grumped, rubbing a lock of Rose's hair between her fingers. "You have split ends. No wonder with all the dye you go through."

"Yeah, I know." She dug her fingers through her hair and gave it a violent tussle. "I just haven't gotten to the beauty shop lately. I've been kinda busy."

"Hmm. I can trim it up if you like."

"Really?"

"I could give you a whole new style, even. How about in honor of your move to East Texas I give you a nice mullet?"

"…Get the hell away from my hair, bitch."

011. Red

She backed up slowly, eyes fixed in horror at the red stains on the muzzle of the black beast before her. She'd thought Bonnie was joking about the demon wolf in the forest—or at least exaggerating its size, but here it was, big as a Clydesdale with sharp white teeth bared at her.

"Oh God," she whimpered, and it was a prayer. "Please. Go away."

It licked its chops, gave a sudden whine, and then turned and loped off into the trees.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and found Bonnie there, smiling.

"He's an old softy, really."

028. Children

Wasp hovered over the crib, and the two toddlers grinned and hollered at the sight of the little flying man.

"Go on, Wasp," Rose said mischievously while trying to find their sleep clothes. "Go on down and say hello."

"I can say it from up here. Hello, demonspawn! How are you? And what's Auntie Rose sacrificing for your dread desires tonight? A small black lamb, perhaps?"

"Wasp! Don't call the kids that!"

He folded his arms and gave her a Look. "They're Iolanthe's. She's a demon. Ergo, they're demonspawn. They're also bogey spawn, and I'm not getting anywhere near them."

035. Sixth Sense

Her cell rang just as she stepped out the door to head into town, and although she didn't recognize the number, she answered it anyway.

"Hello?"

"…It's May. Bree's friend. Are you going into town?"

"Uh…yeah. I was just about to get into the car. Did you need something?"

"Don't go."

"What?"

"Don't…look, remember when Bree said I was an oracle, not a seer? That wasn't completely true. Trust me, you need to stay home today."

The call cut off and Rose stared blankly at the phone. She gave the car a thoughtful look, and then she went back inside.

048. Diamond

"This just surprises me," Rose said, pulling the bill of her cap down further as she looked over the softball diamond. Her teen aunt was just going up to bat. "Bree doesn't seem like the team sport type. I see her as more track and field."

"Bree's very good at hitting things with sticks," Bonnie replied, handing her an ice-cold Dr. Pepper from the mini-cooler. "Also, she did the track and field last year. She wasn't really into it—holy shit! She knocked that one right into orbit, didn't she? That's my fucking girl, that is!"

"Bonnie! Language! Kids about!"

059. Food

"Casserole?" Wasp inquired, landing on her shoulder and peering down at the glass dish cooling on the counter. ""What kind?"

"Broccoli and rice, and it's not for us." Rose was pretty sure the dish had a carrier. She started fishing around in the drawers for it, and he left his suddenly unstable perch to land a handy canister. "I made it to take to the Paulson family."

"Ah. That's very kind of you."

"They're a nice family." She finally found the carrier in the bottom drawer and snapped it open. "And I know what it is to lose your mother."

062. Spring

"I love spring!" Rose cheered, dancing along the cobblestone paths of the garden. "I love the rain, I love the breeze, I love the smell of new leaves and fresh grass—"

"You are a dryad!" Wasp cried from his seat on the roof of his house. "I knew it!"

"Maybe," she said, dropping down on her haunches near him. He leaned back warily. "How about a little nibble?"

"Go take a nap and I'll let you nibble all you want."

She grinned and leaned forward, brushing her lips against his abdomen. Mmm, tasty pixie. "Maybe a short nap, then."

075. Shade

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Rose whispered from under the arch of the incubus' wing. She stifled a squawk as it tightened around her in a brief hug, and she felt the rumble of Aerael's quiet laughter.

"Everyone should see a ghost," he murmured. "Ah, there's our shade now. See by the glass?"

Something glowed by a dusty old mirror and she felt a whimper try to claw its way out her throat. But as it grew into a human shape, she saw the look on its translucent face and pitied for the poor thing.

087. Life

Rose's life was nothing like what she'd expected…unless one went by the dreams of a five-year-old. As a young teen she'd seen herself as a writer in ten years. At nineteen she'd gotten her first piercing and thought she could do that for a living. And for a few years she had, and she'd loved every moment of it.

But here she was—rich, living in a nice house surrounded by trees, with a pixie living her garden and the nearest town full of all manner of "fantasy" people. Her five-year-old self had been right all along. Funny thing, life.

096. Horse

Rose was trying to read. However, the horse she had borrowed from Bonnie seemed intent on fucking with her. Borrowing a horse from Bonnie had probably been her first mistake. Letting Bonnie choose one for her hadn't been bright either.

"My hair is not grass, horse. Get your big horse lips off my head."

Suddenly those big horse lips were nibbling at her face, and she shrieked, jumped and swatted at him with the paperback.

The blood bay stallion danced back a few steps and made a horsy noise.

Somehow she just knew the damn horse was laughing at her.