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.

Comments

[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*