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thistledear) wrote2009-05-18 06:38 am
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Drabble Self-Challenge - Day Nine!
...okay, so more like Day 37 or something, but you get the idea. Trying to finish up the drabble challenge. Only ten left, so it'd be rather sad if I didn't.
I think I did one extra. I've done 16 (purple) twice, and I can't find any of the teens I've missed. I'll check again after I'm completely done. >_<
010. Years
"Here?"
"There. Move the rock and start digging."
Bonnie sat on a nearby stump and had a smoke while Rose dug. It had rained the night before, and the ground gave way easily. It was hardly five minutes before the shovel hit something. She pried up a rusting metal Smurfs lunchbox and raised an eyebrow.
"Smurfs? You made a time capsule with a Smurfs lunchbox?"
"It was on sale."
The lock fell off and the hinges broke as she opened the lid.
Three items.
An acorn, a dried leaf, and a child's drawing of a tree.
"I knew my father."
018. Black
"I didn't know witches actually wore black," Rose said, looking at one of Bree's friends. "Isn't that a bit obvious?"
"Tori doesn't wear black because she's a witch, she wears it because she's a gothtard."
"Screw you, Bree!"
"Not without dinner first, coffin bait."
"Aw, I so miss high school," Rose beamed. "Those dear, bitchy friendships. Anyway, sorry to interrupt the sabbat, but I just dropped by to pick up the cake."
"Cake?"
"Bonnie made a cake for Wasp's RP group toni—you ate the cake, didn’t you?"
"It's not our fault! She knows better than to leave cake unguarded!"
024. Family
"When I was growing up, I really wanted a big family. I must have been out of my mind."
Aggie laughed and gave her great-granddaughter's knee a pat. "Takes some getting' used to, darlin'. You'll get the hang of it."
"It's just—family is noisy. Everyone's talking and there's no actual words, just this big, loud—sound. Trying to concentrate on everything and I can't, which means I'm not concentrating on anything—and now my head's starting to hurt."
"It's a good noise. They're all laughin', havin' a good time. Why don't you go join it?"
"…I don't know how."
033. Too Much
Rose's nose twitched as she woke. For some reason she smelled lilac very strongly, and she was pretty sure it wasn't any of her lilac scents. No bottled scent ever smells as much of something as the real thing, and this smelled of lilac.
She opened her eyes and turned her head, and found a pile of lilac flowers lying on the pillow next to her. And Wasp was sitting on the nightstand watching her. She picked up one and twirled it.
"Too much?" he inquired.
"You know purple lilacs symbolize death, right?"
"They also symbolize 'Rose really likes lilac.'"
044. Circle
"Careful! Don't step in that!"
Rose pulled her foot back quickly. "What? Dog shit? Cow?"
"Fairy ring."
She looked down at the circle of mushrooms at her feet and blinked. "A what?"
"Fairy ring. You step in that, and you'll step out somewhere else. It's a gate to the other side of the Wall."
"Really? Cool."
"Yeah. Seriously, don't step in that. The other side that corresponds to Texas is not—hospitable. As in, there are things with big, sharp, pointy teeth that will crunch yer bones. And oddly enough, some of them look like rabbits. Faerie is kinda fucked."
051. Water
"Waiter! What is this pixie doing in my bathwater? Why madam, I do believe he is doing the backstroke."
"See, another great thing about being a pixie. Every bathtub is your very own swimming pool." He kept on course until he hit ground—or rather a breast. He patted it fondly, beaming. "And I have the best pool toys."
"So in other words, I can't just have a relaxing bath all to myself." She smacked the water, causing a pixie-sized tsunami to wash him away. "Wonderful. Remind me to make the next bath hot enough to make soup outta you."
063. Summer
"Too hot, too hot, too hot!" Rose squealed, running inside and shoving the thermostat down to 60. "What is wrong with this state? Texas is like Apollo's buttboy or something. It's ridiculous!"
"What are you going to do?" Wasp buzzed around her head and landed on a nearby table. "You can't stay inside all summer. You'll wither."
"I'll wither out there too." She chewed on her lip, eyes narrowed in thought. "Maybe it's time to put in a pool."
"…if you do, can I get a boat?"
"…yes, but only because that will seriously be the cutest fucking thing ever."
078. Where
"I knocked on Wasp's door and no one answered," Bonnie said, dropping into the rocking chair next to the couch. "Where's the pixie gone now?"
"Am I my pixie's keeper?" Rose quipped. She was thumbing through an Avon book, wondering if she could pull off the new shade of red being advertised. "I don't know where he is. He was gone before I even got up this morning."
"Damn." Bonnie started to rock, slow and steady as she stared across the room. "This is not a good day for me to be blind. You should really try to find him."
082. If
"What if I decided I wanted kids a few years from now? If the improbable never happened with us, I mean."
"You mean you havin' kids other than mine? I…wouldn't care?"
"Seriously?"
"Sweetheart, when it comes to babies, pixies mate for a season, not life. Other people's children are not a big deal. Why, do you want kids?"
"Not right now. But in five years, who knows? I might want kids. Just thought I'd clear it with you first."
"Be nice to have some babies to play with again. You should ask Yslen. I'm sure he'd be glad to help."
Note: Yslen is pronounced EE-slen.
097. Photograph
Rose came back from shopping to find that Yslen and Wasp had located a shoebox full of old photographs and had them spread across the living room floor. And of course they were glued to the four shots taken during a particularly drunken night of spring break, which involved three wasted girls all missing their shirts and bras. Wonderful.
She stomped over and snatched the pictures away, ignoring their protests.
"Privacy means absolutely nothing to the fae, does it?" she snarled, stuffing them in a pocket.
Wasp just grinned. "If you wanted them private, you would have hidden them better."
I think I did one extra. I've done 16 (purple) twice, and I can't find any of the teens I've missed. I'll check again after I'm completely done. >_<
010. Years
"Here?"
"There. Move the rock and start digging."
Bonnie sat on a nearby stump and had a smoke while Rose dug. It had rained the night before, and the ground gave way easily. It was hardly five minutes before the shovel hit something. She pried up a rusting metal Smurfs lunchbox and raised an eyebrow.
"Smurfs? You made a time capsule with a Smurfs lunchbox?"
"It was on sale."
The lock fell off and the hinges broke as she opened the lid.
Three items.
An acorn, a dried leaf, and a child's drawing of a tree.
"I knew my father."
018. Black
"I didn't know witches actually wore black," Rose said, looking at one of Bree's friends. "Isn't that a bit obvious?"
"Tori doesn't wear black because she's a witch, she wears it because she's a gothtard."
"Screw you, Bree!"
"Not without dinner first, coffin bait."
"Aw, I so miss high school," Rose beamed. "Those dear, bitchy friendships. Anyway, sorry to interrupt the sabbat, but I just dropped by to pick up the cake."
"Cake?"
"Bonnie made a cake for Wasp's RP group toni—you ate the cake, didn’t you?"
"It's not our fault! She knows better than to leave cake unguarded!"
024. Family
"When I was growing up, I really wanted a big family. I must have been out of my mind."
Aggie laughed and gave her great-granddaughter's knee a pat. "Takes some getting' used to, darlin'. You'll get the hang of it."
"It's just—family is noisy. Everyone's talking and there's no actual words, just this big, loud—sound. Trying to concentrate on everything and I can't, which means I'm not concentrating on anything—and now my head's starting to hurt."
"It's a good noise. They're all laughin', havin' a good time. Why don't you go join it?"
"…I don't know how."
033. Too Much
Rose's nose twitched as she woke. For some reason she smelled lilac very strongly, and she was pretty sure it wasn't any of her lilac scents. No bottled scent ever smells as much of something as the real thing, and this smelled of lilac.
She opened her eyes and turned her head, and found a pile of lilac flowers lying on the pillow next to her. And Wasp was sitting on the nightstand watching her. She picked up one and twirled it.
"Too much?" he inquired.
"You know purple lilacs symbolize death, right?"
"They also symbolize 'Rose really likes lilac.'"
044. Circle
"Careful! Don't step in that!"
Rose pulled her foot back quickly. "What? Dog shit? Cow?"
"Fairy ring."
She looked down at the circle of mushrooms at her feet and blinked. "A what?"
"Fairy ring. You step in that, and you'll step out somewhere else. It's a gate to the other side of the Wall."
"Really? Cool."
"Yeah. Seriously, don't step in that. The other side that corresponds to Texas is not—hospitable. As in, there are things with big, sharp, pointy teeth that will crunch yer bones. And oddly enough, some of them look like rabbits. Faerie is kinda fucked."
051. Water
"Waiter! What is this pixie doing in my bathwater? Why madam, I do believe he is doing the backstroke."
"See, another great thing about being a pixie. Every bathtub is your very own swimming pool." He kept on course until he hit ground—or rather a breast. He patted it fondly, beaming. "And I have the best pool toys."
"So in other words, I can't just have a relaxing bath all to myself." She smacked the water, causing a pixie-sized tsunami to wash him away. "Wonderful. Remind me to make the next bath hot enough to make soup outta you."
063. Summer
"Too hot, too hot, too hot!" Rose squealed, running inside and shoving the thermostat down to 60. "What is wrong with this state? Texas is like Apollo's buttboy or something. It's ridiculous!"
"What are you going to do?" Wasp buzzed around her head and landed on a nearby table. "You can't stay inside all summer. You'll wither."
"I'll wither out there too." She chewed on her lip, eyes narrowed in thought. "Maybe it's time to put in a pool."
"…if you do, can I get a boat?"
"…yes, but only because that will seriously be the cutest fucking thing ever."
078. Where
"I knocked on Wasp's door and no one answered," Bonnie said, dropping into the rocking chair next to the couch. "Where's the pixie gone now?"
"Am I my pixie's keeper?" Rose quipped. She was thumbing through an Avon book, wondering if she could pull off the new shade of red being advertised. "I don't know where he is. He was gone before I even got up this morning."
"Damn." Bonnie started to rock, slow and steady as she stared across the room. "This is not a good day for me to be blind. You should really try to find him."
082. If
"What if I decided I wanted kids a few years from now? If the improbable never happened with us, I mean."
"You mean you havin' kids other than mine? I…wouldn't care?"
"Seriously?"
"Sweetheart, when it comes to babies, pixies mate for a season, not life. Other people's children are not a big deal. Why, do you want kids?"
"Not right now. But in five years, who knows? I might want kids. Just thought I'd clear it with you first."
"Be nice to have some babies to play with again. You should ask Yslen. I'm sure he'd be glad to help."
Note: Yslen is pronounced EE-slen.
097. Photograph
Rose came back from shopping to find that Yslen and Wasp had located a shoebox full of old photographs and had them spread across the living room floor. And of course they were glued to the four shots taken during a particularly drunken night of spring break, which involved three wasted girls all missing their shirts and bras. Wonderful.
She stomped over and snatched the pictures away, ignoring their protests.
"Privacy means absolutely nothing to the fae, does it?" she snarled, stuffing them in a pocket.
Wasp just grinned. "If you wanted them private, you would have hidden them better."