All are 100 words, exactly; I got caught up in a drabble-writing frenzy, so I thought I'd go ahead and post these here. Some are adult, but I've quit filtering adult from non with my Wraeththu. Besides, they're hermaphrodites. ;) Many of these were prompt-driven and requests from friends.
Title: Untitled
Request: This is a birthday drabble gift for Rainwish, who loves Cobweb.
Nohar else notes this; it's not on any calendar that Forever would mark, not that there are any calendars in Forever. But Cobweb notes it. His son, the impossible; his Swift of limb and sprightly spirit and evidence that Terzian was once fiercely alive in his desire for Cobweb, that he holds to his heart, flighty within the cage of his chest.
"What's this?" Swift asks as he drags two fingers through the icing. He sucks on them, the sugar smearing against lips which were never human. A candle spears it; ludicrous, necessary.
"It's a birthday cake, beloved," Cobweb murmurs.
Title: The Cusp of Fulfillment
Pairing: Ithiel/Gahrazel
This is a gap-filler set directly after a tiny scene in Bewitchments when Gahrazel and Swift decide to get drunk and Swift goes to talk to Cal:
- "What? Gahrazel snorted. "Tomorrow we have no
sheh, tomorrow we are sensible and shy. Do it now!" Spurred on by a
tide of drunken bravery, I cried, "Alright, I will!" and
rolled onto the floor. Leaving Gahrazel giggling helplessly on the bed,
I went to look for Cal.
"Who gave you sheh?" Ithiel asked, his lips quirked.
"Swift." He paused, heart pounding. "Give me a kiss?"
Ithiel seemed to struggle, then relented. Sun-dappled cedar filled Gahrazel's senses; Ithiel's desires were a hushed, patient forest.
"Soon," Ithiel promised.
Title: Wanting
Pairing: Vaysh/Panthera
Absolutely unacceptable.
Vaysh's own hand is vindictive; he shoves the ouana-lim facsimile into his soume-lam, again and again. It's far larger than that of the har he imagines; being filled with a forbidden, outsized organ seems so human, so passé…
He clenches his inner muscles, swears at his past with the language of his boyhood, his youth; monosyllables.
"Just fuck me," he whispers, sandpaper on the pristine air of Phaonica.
Forbidden, answers him, by sheer rebellion.
"Fuck you, too," he gasps, riding the imitation, and groaning when the inspiration strides into the room.
"You're crass," Panthera says, shaking his head.
Title: Terra Incognita
Pairing: Vaysh/Velaxis
"This," Vaysh hissed, "is not at all acceptable. We're on a public beach, anyhar could see," he managed before his impromptu dance partner twirled him out, then in on the strand.
"I'd like that," Velaxis purred, canting his hips before dipping Vaysh into an indecent backbend and then shunting him toward his torso. "And you love it. Let them talk. Their imaginations would combust if faced with what we actually do."
Vaysh stood rigidly, white-knuckled fingers grasping Velaxis' hands. "What are we doing?"
Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Velaxis pondered, saw truth, tread softly.
"I'm walking down the path of your soul."
This drabble 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.
Pairing: Cal/Pell
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.
Title: Incongruous
Request: Rue gets to know Cal once he arrives in Phaonica. No real pairing. Rue's POV.
Gypsy, interloper, no-good nightmarish devil.
* * * * *
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."
* * * * *
Evil, selfish…
* * * * *
Violet eyes ensnared him; there was no pretense, only solidarity. Caeru felt ice frisson down his spine.
* * * * *
Don't want.
* * * * *
"I belong to you both."
Title: Patrimony
Request: Ponclast
In Bewitchments, after Gahrazel and Swift get drunk and they go to talk with Cal, while there in Cal's room, Swift says this:
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"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.
"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.
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