Drabbles, continued

[thrihyrne]

I'm probably crazy, but if there are five of you out there wanting drabbles, note so here. I'll write Wraeththu, HP, Tolkien and Swordspoint. I'm between fics, and had loads of fun writing drabbles last week.

Off-list, I received a request from persephone100 for a Wraeththu-centric drabble: I'd like to see your take on the ultimate reunion of Cal and Pell when Cal first gets to Imannion. Either one's POV. You know that scene when Cal comes to Pell's room after their very long separation.

This scene is so visceral from Cal's POV and what he says, canonically, so I went with Pell's POV. This follows directly from Pell's comments at the end of chapter thirty of The Fulfillments of Fate and Desire, and Cal's so astute observation afterward:

"Pick the glass from my skin first, Cal. I may be immortal, but not impervious to pain. Here I am; yours. I always have been. Want to come home now?"

There were no shooting stars, no huge explosions. We didn't even know if we were truly in love as we'd once thought; only time would tell us that.

please forgive the reference to Evanescence in the title, but I do love that song.

Rating: PG (nothing explicit)



Strangely soft fingers picked at the glass embedded in Pellaz's skin; it wasn't the calloused flesh he'd loved and then half-remembered, half-forced away from memory. This Cal burned with authoritative humility; ever a contradiction, but even to Pell's stunned mind, Cal was no longer at odds. Any witty reparte had been ground to pungent cinnamon on his tongue. Thirty years — thirty years — they were old lovers, clad in new skin.

Pell couldn't wait, and yet, he had forever. He eased onto his back, cautiously feeling for shards, his body yearning for completion, for the comforting, beloved physique.

Nodding, Cal descended.

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[gingerspark.livejournal.com]

a big awww... even though Pell irritates me...

If you're feeling up to drabbles! Go for it! Wraeththu for me please.

Rue and Cal getting to know each other... after Cal's return to Immanion.

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Ooooh… I loved writing this; I just had a frenzy of images and typing and hope you like it. Ralph Vaughan Williams always inspires my writing. ;)

Title: Incongruous
Rating: PG (innuendo only), Rue's POV

Gypsy, interloper, no-good nightmarish devil.

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Velaxis' head tilted; gracefully he'd sucked in his own finger and was making a grating, vaguely musical noise on his wineglass as he circled the rim.

Just as Rue was going to say something, Velaxis beat him to it.

"I don't trust him, either."

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Evil, selfish…

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Violet eyes ensnared him; there was no pretense, only solidarity. Caeru felt ice frisson down his spine.

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Don't want.

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"I belong to you both."

[heartofoshun.livejournal.com]

That's lovely. You capture the moment perfectly: to know and not to know and Pell's awareness of the change. As usual, with the amazing use of language "authoritative humility" = perfect. And "Any witty reparte had been ground to pungent cinnamon on his tongue."

I must confess you kicked in an open door with this one. My very first attempt at writing Wraeththu is a ficlet from Pell's point of view the following day. I was fascinated at the idea of exploring that beginning. (I do intend to finish it--some day soon, I hope.)

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you enjoyed this! I'd love to read anything you write, of course; I just tend to shy away from anything Pell/Cal, but I should be undaunted by 100 words. ;)

Designation three of five

[koshweasley.livejournal.com]

Ooooooooohhhh, I've so missed talking with you. Hope all is going well. And look, I've finally managed to get George on:)

How about...Tolkien? Something perhaps at the Prancing Pony?

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Tolkien drabble; set in the Prancing Pony

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

OMG. I didn't think I'd ever hear from you or Wolfie again. So glad that you were able to be here! I love your prompt, and I'm so proud of it; I perhaps doubt that I went the route you were looking for, but: Here's a drabble taken directly from Tolkien, though I'm sure JRRT would never have written this.

((((clings))))
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Below from "At the Sign of the Prancing Pony," LotR: Fellowship of the Ring
"On the benches were various folk: men of Bree, a collection of local hobbits (sitting chattering together), a few more dwarves, and other vague figures difficult to make out away in the shadows and corners."

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"Dark news, there is," Glavin said, puffing importantly on his pipe, fingers intertwined in his goldsmith's plait. "And these new Shire-hobbits will tell the true tale." His olive eyes lit up, the flecks in his pupil like metal newly smeltered.

Only his companion from the Lonely Mountain picked up on this, of course, a lesser-known silversmith, newly out of her apprenticeship. Behind her beard, she scowled. Men of Bree, rural hobbits; they knew nothing of their culture, of what her people prepared for, diligent and secret. Crows had informed them in the past; they'd told a new tale:

TO ARMS.

Re: Tolkien drabble; set in the Prancing Pony

[koshweasley.livejournal.com]

Excellent! And there was no real direction I was hoping for, just something from their the books didn't cover.

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[stormwynd.livejournal.com]

Can I toss another one at you, even though I also did so the last time? (If you'd rather not, just pass this on by without a second thought.)

Ever since I caught a rerun of LotR:FotR on cable a few days ago, I've had hobbits on the brain. Therefore:

Theme: hobbits having sex on the run

*glomps you gratuitously*

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Loving to write for you again. Hobbitsex; but non-gratuitous.

Hope that this serves! They're not exactly on the run as they're in Lothlorien, but they've just lost one leader and are still on the run.

Title: In Golden Eaves

"You look strange," Merry said, though sated by Lothlorien, he looked strange, too.

"Bugger that."

Eyebrows furrowed, Merry looked askance at Pippin.

"You mean?"

"Yes! I mean!" Pippin rolled his eyes, rolling up his shirtsleeves. "We're not in Buckland, or the Shire. And I've not exactly had the opportunity…"

"You fancy—"

"I'm no fool. Youth doesn't mean ignorance. You Brandybucks talk too much." With speed, Peregrin shucked his shirt. A faint tattoo decorated his bicep.

Merry gestured; Pippin shook his head. "I'd have you. Now. Beneath the mallorns."

Cautious, naked, Merry said, "I didn't know you understood Elvish."

"You wouldn't."

[stormwynd.livejournal.com]

A very belated thanks! (I haven't checked my LJ email for a while, so I didn't see that you'd posted this.)

A faint tattoo decorated his bicep.
This image is incredibly hot....

[mrsquizzical.livejournal.com]

i am intrigued by wraeththu but i'm not sure what small thing you could write to give me an insight... i'd be up for that, though.

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm... I don't know that I can give you insight with just 100 words, either! Sorry. :(

[kaenguma.livejournal.com]

I hope all's alright now for you again. it looks as if you're feeling better, though ^^

mhmmm, may I wish again? I'd like to see you take a look at my beloved Ponclast... if you don't mind, that is.

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

I am feeling better. I also went for a long walk with a friend today so now I'm a bit sore, but it was a wonderful time and the views were superb.

Ponclast?? I'll have to think about that, lol!! I'll get something to you. :)

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

I have one for you! Also posted at raythoo, a Ponclast drabble. Hope that you enjoy.

Title: Patrimony
Rating: G

In Bewitchments, after Gahrazel and Swift get drunk and they go to talk with Cal, while there in Cal's room, Swift says this:

"Cal thinks we are monsters," I remarked to Gahrazel.

"My father thinks that too," he replied. "He often called me a little monster."

"Varrish brats," Cal said good-naturedly.

Ponclast looked at Gahrazel, his son. It was inconceivable, and yet, there he stood, dark wavy hair and defiant eyes. Sexuality teemed under his skin, though Ponclast could tell he was only barely aware of it. Feybraiha: Wraeththu adolescence. Ponclast had never known that; he'd been incepted when human. This was beyond him. A thought, long-nurtured, made its way into his mouth, the tendril of words on his tongue.

"All right, little monster. I'm sending you to Terzian. South. He has a son, too; you'll be better off there."

Gahrazel glared angrily at him, lips twitching.

"Yes, father," he spat.

[kaenguma.livejournal.com]

on raythoo, I already said I love this!
this little scene between Ponclast and Gahrazel should have been in the book. there are the typical feelings between Ponclast and his son, not too much, but they are there. ah, how much I always wanted to see more between them.

also, I don't know if you've seen it, but I made a similar drabble-request on my LJ based off of yours here. if you want to wish for something too... I'd be glad to write a little something for you.

thank you again for writing this! *hug*

[brumeux77.livejournal.com]

*hugs you*

*hums "Anyone Can Whistle"*

*strolls away*

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

(((hugs)))

Oh, your poor, neglected Harry/Neville fic! I'm so sorry… maybe in drabble form I'd be better off. :P

Your Harry/Neville drabble

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Harry's ears perked up at the melodious sound; spontaneous, and yet following a tune. He followed the music outside of the ruined Hogwarts façade, uncertain to whom it belonged. He thought of his classmates, cringed, and then of others who had come to help with reparations. At Greenhouse #2, he opened the door, and went inside, still following like a bizarre Ravenlocks in a dysfunctional Muggle fairytale.

It was Neville. This shouldn't have been a surprise. It was a greenhouse, after all.

Neville, shirtless, however, was a surprise. War, somehow, had been good for him. He turned, warmly smiling.

"Welcome."

Re: Your Harry/Neville drabble

[brumeux77.livejournal.com]

That's lovely. Thank you so much!

Re: Your Harry/Neville drabble

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

You're so very welcome! Sorry it took so long. :(