Drabble Self-Challenge - Day Ten!
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thistledearWOOHOO! I IS DONE!
Okay, so it wasn't done in 10 consecutive days, but I did come back and finish it. I deserve pie. Or ice cream. Or BOTH.
Also? I will NEVER DO THIS AGAIN.
Day 10
001. Beginnings
"I'm going to move to Texas," Rose announced to the shop. "I've thought about it, and I've decided I like the idea of having a house in the country. Besides, it's Anna Mae Cotton's house. I can't pass that up."
"Seriously?" Jasmine asked. "Texas? What the hell are you going to do in Texas?"
"Well, I'm independently wealthy now, so I was thinking goofing off for the next five years or so. Then I'll think of something else."
Lucas rolled his eyes. "You're gonna end up in your own personal remake of Texas Chainsaw Massacre is what you're gonna do."
019. White
Rose had taken to wearing white lately. She had always been the wrong shade to wear it well, but now it set off the new tan nicely. Today was a white halter-neck maxi dress of crumpled cotton with a loose, swingy skirt that swirled around her legs. She liked swirly skirts. They gave the impression of dancing even when she wasn't.
She added a white, wide-brimmed straw hat and a pair of white leather sandals and looked to Wasp. "Is this alright for garden tea with sidhe?"
"It's very nice. And perfect if you decide to go get married afterwards."
027. Parents
Rose's parents were a matching set: both dead and gone. Her mother had been cremated, ashes scattered across the Atlantic. She had been very adamant about that before her death. Her daughter had been mystified by her complete rejection of the earth, but had carried out her wishes.
The charred corpse of her father's lightning-struck tree had been cut down and further reduced to ash, but his had been spread about the dryad grove. Dryads, Bonnie said, were not prone to diva hysterics and knew their duty in death, but leave it to a human to indulge in post-death grudges.
038. Touch
The fingers kneading her foot were strong, sure and talented, and Rose was practically purring as she relaxed into the sofa cushions. It was probably very unwise to let Aerael have even this much physical contact, especially as tired as she was but after a day following Bree and her cronies around Six Flags, she needed this so very much. And oh good lord he was so very, very good at it.
"I could probably have you right now," he said with a wicked grin.
"Only if you like 'em unconscious."
"Incubus, sweetness. Traditionally, that's exactly how I like them."
049. Club
Thursday nights were poker night. Rose didn't play, but Wasp needed someone to hold his cards. She sat there snickering to herself as the others around the table kept getting their asses beat by a seven-inch pixie. There was a no-talent rule in place, of course. No magic, no mind tricks. Play it like average humans have to play.
Wasp poked his head around the wall of cards. "Hit me!"
Rose picked up the dealt card and managed not to react to the king of clubs that completed Wasp's royal flush. Pixie luck ranked right up there with the Devil's.
058. Dinner
"There's an elf cooking dinner in my kitchen," Rose said, brow furrowing. "An elf that had to have broken into my house to cook dinner in my kitchen."
"Actually, I found your spare key under a stone by the door," Yslen said cheerfully, twirling a wooden spatula around his fingers. "You like spicy food, yes? I am attempting a Tex-Asian fusion of some sort. If nothing else, this should be interesting."
"Should I be worried my eyes were watering from the time I walked in the front door?"
"To be honest, you might want to kiss your taste buds goodbye."
064. Fall
"Fall is so depressing here," Rose said, pouting at the trees outside the window. "Up north there's color, but everything here just goes brown."
"Yeah, Texas definitely looks better in spring and summer," Wasp muttered distractedly. His attention was mostly fixated on the puzzle book beneath his feet. He had both hands wrapped around a pencil and was dragging it through one of the tougher mazes. "You're probably more sensitive about it because of the whole half-dryad thing though."
She snorted and ruffled her hair. "I suppose I should be glad I don't go bald like all the other trees."
079. When?
"When are we leaving? Come on, quit being such a damn woman and hurry already!"
"Don't taunt the Happy Fun Dryad, bitch." Rose swatted at the buzz near her ear and went back to applying mascara. "I am almost done, and then we'll go."
He landed on the bathroom counter and sat down on her powder compact, wings flicking in his excitement. "Star Trek on IMAX. You know how IMAX looks to a pixie? Shit, it's fucking amazing. I am having such a fanboy moment I think I might very well explode."
"Well, try to do it over the trashcan."
089. Work
"Hi honey, I'm home!" Wasp called cheerfully, zipping through an open window and buzzing a quick circle around Rose's head before dropping onto a nearby pillow. "Damn, I'm beat. Adelle Morgan had a bad mouse problem, which meant a day of rounding those little bitches up, which I then sold to the snake goblin because she enjoys wild mice treats and—what?"
Rose smiled, shaking her head, patting his foot with her pinky. "Nothing. You make me feel lazy. The pixie works and I don't. I lose my money and I'm fucked."
"Aw, don't worry. I'll take care of you."
098. Peppers
Bonnie fished another—whatever the hell those things were out of the jar in front of her and munched on it with a happy smile. Rose made a face at it. Whatever that was, it did not look tasty.
"What…is that?"
"Sweet Agony."
"Say what?"
She held up the jar and showed off the label that boldly stated Sweet Agony. "They're habanero peppers in basically a sugar solution. They are made of pure awesome."
"Oh my GOD. You and Yslen! What the HELL?"
Bonnie beamed proudly, munching away. "Actually, I'm the one that got him started on the pepper love."
100. Pop Rocks (damn you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
klgaffney)
"What are you doing?"
"We're experimenting," May said cheerfully as Bree tipped another packet of Pop Rocks into her mouth. "You've heard the Pop Rocks plus Coke equals death, right?"
"Yeah. Mythbusters did a thing on it. The myth was totally busted."
"We didn' agree wih theyah finins," Bree said through a mouthful of the candy. She took the can of Coke that May handed her and took a large swig, wincing as she swallowed.
"Finins?"
"Findings," May clarified.
"And you're using Bree as a guinea pig? What if it IS true?"
"Then it'll be really, really cool. And dying doesn't bother her anyway."
Okay, so it wasn't done in 10 consecutive days, but I did come back and finish it. I deserve pie. Or ice cream. Or BOTH.
Also? I will NEVER DO THIS AGAIN.
Day 10
001. Beginnings
"I'm going to move to Texas," Rose announced to the shop. "I've thought about it, and I've decided I like the idea of having a house in the country. Besides, it's Anna Mae Cotton's house. I can't pass that up."
"Seriously?" Jasmine asked. "Texas? What the hell are you going to do in Texas?"
"Well, I'm independently wealthy now, so I was thinking goofing off for the next five years or so. Then I'll think of something else."
Lucas rolled his eyes. "You're gonna end up in your own personal remake of Texas Chainsaw Massacre is what you're gonna do."
019. White
Rose had taken to wearing white lately. She had always been the wrong shade to wear it well, but now it set off the new tan nicely. Today was a white halter-neck maxi dress of crumpled cotton with a loose, swingy skirt that swirled around her legs. She liked swirly skirts. They gave the impression of dancing even when she wasn't.
She added a white, wide-brimmed straw hat and a pair of white leather sandals and looked to Wasp. "Is this alright for garden tea with sidhe?"
"It's very nice. And perfect if you decide to go get married afterwards."
027. Parents
Rose's parents were a matching set: both dead and gone. Her mother had been cremated, ashes scattered across the Atlantic. She had been very adamant about that before her death. Her daughter had been mystified by her complete rejection of the earth, but had carried out her wishes.
The charred corpse of her father's lightning-struck tree had been cut down and further reduced to ash, but his had been spread about the dryad grove. Dryads, Bonnie said, were not prone to diva hysterics and knew their duty in death, but leave it to a human to indulge in post-death grudges.
038. Touch
The fingers kneading her foot were strong, sure and talented, and Rose was practically purring as she relaxed into the sofa cushions. It was probably very unwise to let Aerael have even this much physical contact, especially as tired as she was but after a day following Bree and her cronies around Six Flags, she needed this so very much. And oh good lord he was so very, very good at it.
"I could probably have you right now," he said with a wicked grin.
"Only if you like 'em unconscious."
"Incubus, sweetness. Traditionally, that's exactly how I like them."
049. Club
Thursday nights were poker night. Rose didn't play, but Wasp needed someone to hold his cards. She sat there snickering to herself as the others around the table kept getting their asses beat by a seven-inch pixie. There was a no-talent rule in place, of course. No magic, no mind tricks. Play it like average humans have to play.
Wasp poked his head around the wall of cards. "Hit me!"
Rose picked up the dealt card and managed not to react to the king of clubs that completed Wasp's royal flush. Pixie luck ranked right up there with the Devil's.
058. Dinner
"There's an elf cooking dinner in my kitchen," Rose said, brow furrowing. "An elf that had to have broken into my house to cook dinner in my kitchen."
"Actually, I found your spare key under a stone by the door," Yslen said cheerfully, twirling a wooden spatula around his fingers. "You like spicy food, yes? I am attempting a Tex-Asian fusion of some sort. If nothing else, this should be interesting."
"Should I be worried my eyes were watering from the time I walked in the front door?"
"To be honest, you might want to kiss your taste buds goodbye."
064. Fall
"Fall is so depressing here," Rose said, pouting at the trees outside the window. "Up north there's color, but everything here just goes brown."
"Yeah, Texas definitely looks better in spring and summer," Wasp muttered distractedly. His attention was mostly fixated on the puzzle book beneath his feet. He had both hands wrapped around a pencil and was dragging it through one of the tougher mazes. "You're probably more sensitive about it because of the whole half-dryad thing though."
She snorted and ruffled her hair. "I suppose I should be glad I don't go bald like all the other trees."
079. When?
"When are we leaving? Come on, quit being such a damn woman and hurry already!"
"Don't taunt the Happy Fun Dryad, bitch." Rose swatted at the buzz near her ear and went back to applying mascara. "I am almost done, and then we'll go."
He landed on the bathroom counter and sat down on her powder compact, wings flicking in his excitement. "Star Trek on IMAX. You know how IMAX looks to a pixie? Shit, it's fucking amazing. I am having such a fanboy moment I think I might very well explode."
"Well, try to do it over the trashcan."
089. Work
"Hi honey, I'm home!" Wasp called cheerfully, zipping through an open window and buzzing a quick circle around Rose's head before dropping onto a nearby pillow. "Damn, I'm beat. Adelle Morgan had a bad mouse problem, which meant a day of rounding those little bitches up, which I then sold to the snake goblin because she enjoys wild mice treats and—what?"
Rose smiled, shaking her head, patting his foot with her pinky. "Nothing. You make me feel lazy. The pixie works and I don't. I lose my money and I'm fucked."
"Aw, don't worry. I'll take care of you."
098. Peppers
Bonnie fished another—whatever the hell those things were out of the jar in front of her and munched on it with a happy smile. Rose made a face at it. Whatever that was, it did not look tasty.
"What…is that?"
"Sweet Agony."
"Say what?"
She held up the jar and showed off the label that boldly stated Sweet Agony. "They're habanero peppers in basically a sugar solution. They are made of pure awesome."
"Oh my GOD. You and Yslen! What the HELL?"
Bonnie beamed proudly, munching away. "Actually, I'm the one that got him started on the pepper love."
100. Pop Rocks (damn you,
klgaffney)"What are you doing?"
"We're experimenting," May said cheerfully as Bree tipped another packet of Pop Rocks into her mouth. "You've heard the Pop Rocks plus Coke equals death, right?"
"Yeah. Mythbusters did a thing on it. The myth was totally busted."
"We didn' agree wih theyah finins," Bree said through a mouthful of the candy. She took the can of Coke that May handed her and took a large swig, wincing as she swallowed.
"Finins?"
"Findings," May clarified.
"And you're using Bree as a guinea pig? What if it IS true?"
"Then it'll be really, really cool. And dying doesn't bother her anyway."
