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Drabbles, continued
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.
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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:
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.
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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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."
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A faint tattoo decorated his bicep.
This image is incredibly hot....