Late Drabbles
Apr. 18th, 2012 02:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wordmiserSo you remember that drabble meme we had... Er. Last year at some point? Well, I finally got around to finishing all the prompts people asked for, but I got too lazy to dig up where the entry was.
Therefore! I'm not replying in comments. I'm just... putting them here. Enjoy~
Jinx: Flying High
Deep breath, Jinxy. You can do this. And one, breathe. And two, breathe. And three.
Don’t let your mind get all filled up, c’mon. You’ll make the the shines go out if you do.
Steady, steady...
She was done. Oh... that wasn’t anything like the cheery paintings she’d hidden at the Diamonds castle. So why did she feel like some inside her was relieved? Why did she feel lighter, and... higher than before?
This one wouldn’t go to the usual places. No... She didn’t like this one, no matter what kinds of feelings making it had given her.
She may be flying high, but this would be one of her closet works.
David: Cut the Deck
Not everything a King did was something he enjoyed. In fact, more and more these days, David felt as if his decisions were based on necessity and requirements. Everything began and ended with first what was best for the Spades and second what was best for the Deck.
More and more often, those two lined up, thankfully. Bust just as often, the decisions he made took a little more of his soul.
No one should have had to die. And he hated - he felt - every death he ordered, whether he was the one to carry it out or not.
Serial killers could not be allowed, however. His people should not suffer under the hands of an power-hungry sociopath - particularly not when David could fix it for them.
So he cut out the infection, removed the danger from their midst. Protected his people.
And hated himself while he smelled the man cook.
David: Aces High
Sometimes? Sometimes David really wanted to smack Julien. In fact, that wasn’t a sometimes. That was an all the time kind of thing.
Shouldn’t. Not that he couldn’t - their little spat had proved that to both of them (though, admittedly, it might not always end that way). But he shoudn’t. So David, being the good King he was, didn’t.
It helped that Julien, even when he was being a mighty pain in David’s ass, was disgustingly good at his job. A job that didn’t tend to get defined, because that would limit the great extent of things he could send Julien off to do - the man was too damn useful for limitations.
So they danced around each other, always circling, always thinking and assessing and planning.
Julien was worth it, while the Spade Ace was still top of his Rank. There was the question, however. Would he be worth it when his placement dropped? Aces couldn’t always be high, after all.
Then... well. The two of them would just have to see when the time came.
Evil Jinx: With Bells On
Life with the Boss Man wasn’t always easy. Something about the temper or the jobs or... Actually. He was pretty good to her.
She only got thinking this way when he kept her cooped up, stuck inside with no play or art to entertain her. Time to sneak out, maybe. her her fingers wet.
...Maybe he’d pay attention if she got in a bit of trouble. Attention wasn’t so bad.
Not the brightest plan, but it made her happy. Leaving the body dumped for someone else to deal with, she skipped home feeling light and free as a feather.
That didn’t last as long as she would have liked, with the Boss Man up and waiting for her when she wandered in. The bells fell off her day faster than an April shower.
Therefore! I'm not replying in comments. I'm just... putting them here. Enjoy~
Jinx: Flying High
Deep breath, Jinxy. You can do this. And one, breathe. And two, breathe. And three.
Don’t let your mind get all filled up, c’mon. You’ll make the the shines go out if you do.
Steady, steady...
She was done. Oh... that wasn’t anything like the cheery paintings she’d hidden at the Diamonds castle. So why did she feel like some inside her was relieved? Why did she feel lighter, and... higher than before?
This one wouldn’t go to the usual places. No... She didn’t like this one, no matter what kinds of feelings making it had given her.
She may be flying high, but this would be one of her closet works.
David: Cut the Deck
Not everything a King did was something he enjoyed. In fact, more and more these days, David felt as if his decisions were based on necessity and requirements. Everything began and ended with first what was best for the Spades and second what was best for the Deck.
More and more often, those two lined up, thankfully. Bust just as often, the decisions he made took a little more of his soul.
No one should have had to die. And he hated - he felt - every death he ordered, whether he was the one to carry it out or not.
Serial killers could not be allowed, however. His people should not suffer under the hands of an power-hungry sociopath - particularly not when David could fix it for them.
So he cut out the infection, removed the danger from their midst. Protected his people.
And hated himself while he smelled the man cook.
David: Aces High
Sometimes? Sometimes David really wanted to smack Julien. In fact, that wasn’t a sometimes. That was an all the time kind of thing.
Shouldn’t. Not that he couldn’t - their little spat had proved that to both of them (though, admittedly, it might not always end that way). But he shoudn’t. So David, being the good King he was, didn’t.
It helped that Julien, even when he was being a mighty pain in David’s ass, was disgustingly good at his job. A job that didn’t tend to get defined, because that would limit the great extent of things he could send Julien off to do - the man was too damn useful for limitations.
So they danced around each other, always circling, always thinking and assessing and planning.
Julien was worth it, while the Spade Ace was still top of his Rank. There was the question, however. Would he be worth it when his placement dropped? Aces couldn’t always be high, after all.
Then... well. The two of them would just have to see when the time came.
Evil Jinx: With Bells On
Life with the Boss Man wasn’t always easy. Something about the temper or the jobs or... Actually. He was pretty good to her.
She only got thinking this way when he kept her cooped up, stuck inside with no play or art to entertain her. Time to sneak out, maybe. her her fingers wet.
...Maybe he’d pay attention if she got in a bit of trouble. Attention wasn’t so bad.
Not the brightest plan, but it made her happy. Leaving the body dumped for someone else to deal with, she skipped home feeling light and free as a feather.
That didn’t last as long as she would have liked, with the Boss Man up and waiting for her when she wandered in. The bells fell off her day faster than an April shower.
