Post by Satra on Jul 2, 2009 3:30:10 GMT -5
I wanted to wait until I had more of these done, but what the hell, why not? Apparently I'm on a posting spree today. XD
So yeah, prompts! 100 of them! Exciting!
36 Gun
Characters: Shift, NPC-goodness
Word count: 200
Shift picked up the piece curiously.
“What’cha worken’ on?” she asked brightly, examining the thing in her hand.
“GAH! Don’t look down that!” he yelped suddenly, pulling the end of the barrel away from her eye. She just laughed at him.
“Well? What is it?”
“It’s something I’m working on,” he said hastily, shoving it in a drawer. She rolled her eyes.
“Well, yes, that’s obvious. Specifically what is it?” There was a small pause between them.
“It’s a rifle,” he said quietly, only to be met with laughter, “There’s no need for you to laugh at it,” he snapped.
“I... I’m sorry, it’s just... haha good luck in making firearms anything but crap,” she continued laughing. He made an angry face at her.
“Just... leave. Get out,” he bristled, returning to his work on something else. Her laughter immediately stopped and she stared at him.
“But I have your—“
“I said OUT! I don’t want it anymore anyway. You know I quit.” he whirled around, rounding on her. She rolled her eyes and began to head for the door, taking the small bag of cocaine with her.
“Eesh, touchy.”
40. Bastard
Characters: Alaster, NPC guard, some mention of Seth, Heilyn, and Hadrian
Word Count: 631
Alaster bowed his head respectfully as he walked by. He’d gotten better about hiding it. He didn’t have to relax the death grip on the shaft of his spear any more. He still imagined said grip around that bastard’s neck, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t go away. He was also still grinding his teeth as he slept.... waking up with a headache and a sore jaw was annoying, but it didn’t hurt as much as the reoccurring dreams... nightmares. They always started so well: his guilty secret no longer the scandal it would be, all doubts melting away with every kiss, every touch... and then he shows up and takes her away -- the worse ones are when she leaves to go with him quite readily – leaving him alone with the scent he imagined she had and the lingering tingle left by hands and lips that were never there.
He shut his eyes and took a breath, which made the guard next to him tense. To the other man, it sounded like a sigh. Which meant Alaster was bored. Which meant bad things happened to the people he had control over. The underling’s sweating went unnoticed through Alaster’s uncharacteristic daydreaming.
He’d always had something of an attraction toward her with first day she arrived. Her appearance was so... shocking. He’d seen nothing like it. Then she grew into her position in the court. Her odd way of seeming to be rough around the edges in the way she interacted with other people, and yet the hard work and ambition she always exhibited kept his attention on her. What a strange woman she was.
While most Jacks were content with their position, she strove for higher. He wondered and almost feared how high her intentions were leading her. She was so hard to read sometimes. Well, when she wasn’t being outright blunt, that is.
She seemed perfect. It was such a torture. The more he wanted to speak to her, the more he felt he stumbling over his words like an idiot when she spoke to him, the few times she did. Even before she achieved the rank of King, he found himself gripping the shaft of his spear tighter, feeling the temptation to release it to touch her.
He didn’t know what to think. He wanted her, that exotic woman. Everything aspect about her became a point of minor obsession if it wasn’t already. Those strange, piercing eyes; that lithe, athletic body; her work; the mask she wore around her waist as a proud flag of her heritage; even the fact that she was blunt to the point of rude, that quite often she stepped quiet heavily to add to her demanding presence, and her heavy drinking became points of fascination and respect for him.
And then the blow came. She came back to her home in the Court of Hearts pregnant with the children of some brutish, slovenly Solandrian Spade. He was beyond repulsive. He was obnoxious, loud, and lazy. Not to mention the filthy ruggedness he wore as a proud flag of his heritage. His heavy footsteps thudded through the halls with an authority he didn’t have. Seeing him stumble around drunk, making completely lewd comments like some kind of slum-dreg was a common occurrence.
And, somehow, apparently she was in love with him. He thought of all the things an idiot like him would attempt to do to impress a potential mate. None of them fit. Heilyn would never...
And yet, here he was, bowing his head to him as he walked past, the little bastard-child Club brood he’d sullied her good name with close on his heels. What a waste.
73. Confront
Characters: Heilyn, Gaston, some mention of Hadrian, Lani, and Alaster
Word Count: 619
That son of a bitch.
He was going to pay for what he’d done. It was unforgivable.
Hadrian had been missing for a two days. Naturally, this sent the paranoid Bog Dweller into fits during that time. She couldn’t help but punish herself. She knew one day this would happen... she should have sent him to be raised outside this wretched court. Now he was...
He came back to her accompanied by one of the guards, a Highland Reptile-Bird mix. He was filthy and bruised with cuts here and there. Apparently Gaston had promised to bring him on a hunting trip with him and Lani. He’d come through on his promise, and then abandoned her son in the middle of the woods. Oh he’d pay for that. She knew Hadrian would have been able to find his way back. His nose was built with the Solandrian ability to find scents in the freezing cold. That still didn’t excuse this. Her son was endangered because some petty Noble who thought he was worth anything, let alone invincible, decided to play a game. Ahh, there he was. Exactly where that servant said he was.
“Gaston,” she said, completely leaving out his title, “I need to speak with you.”
“Ah! Your Highness!” he greeted in his usual boisterous fashion, disguising his annoyance at her blatant disrespect, “Of course. What is it you wanted to see me about?” While he wanted to offer to her once again the joy he could bring her with a certain muscle he named Gilligan, the memory of their first meeting and that Solandrian boyfriend of hers made fear and discomfort hold his tongue. And... why was she getting so close? He, of course, didn’t connect Hadrian with this encounter.
“It’s a matter of utmost importance,” she said, a finger trailing up his thigh as she sneered. His mouth began to twitch into a smile. This... he liked where this was going. It wasn’t very long after that thought crossed his mind, he found himself retracting the statement mentally. He let out a yelp of surprise when he suddenly found his balls in a very uncomfortable grip. Piercing yellow eyes flashed.
“My son, Hadrian. Perhaps you know him.” Gaston’s eyes went wide and his body tensed. “Yes. There it is. I suppose I don’t have to repeat everything you must have felt so proud about only minutes ago.” Noises Gaston had not heard himself make in a very long time began escaping him. Whimpers and small cries of fear wavered out of him as the hand began to heat up. He raised his hand to strike her away only to be met with a tighter grip that bordered on vice-like and scalding heat. He howled in pain as tears welled and his knees buckled. He was about to beg her to stop when she spoke first.
“I don’t need to hear your pitiful excuses or apologies. I know you don’t mean a single one of them, so spare me and yourself my anger. This will never happen again, do you understand me? If I hear so much as a rumor that you have brought my son any further anguish, I will confront you again, AND I will entertain the idea of not returning alone.”
He collapsed as soon as she released him. She simply turned and left the room, humming a traditional Bog kopanitsa she’d had stuck in her head all morning, not looking back once at the crumpled man on the floor. He lay there, curled up with tears dripping from his eyes as he held he poor, injured crotch.
These were a lot of fun to write and surprisingly therapeutic. Hope y'all enjoyed, too. :3
So yeah, prompts! 100 of them! Exciting!
36 Gun
Characters: Shift, NPC-goodness
Word count: 200
Shift picked up the piece curiously.
“What’cha worken’ on?” she asked brightly, examining the thing in her hand.
“GAH! Don’t look down that!” he yelped suddenly, pulling the end of the barrel away from her eye. She just laughed at him.
“Well? What is it?”
“It’s something I’m working on,” he said hastily, shoving it in a drawer. She rolled her eyes.
“Well, yes, that’s obvious. Specifically what is it?” There was a small pause between them.
“It’s a rifle,” he said quietly, only to be met with laughter, “There’s no need for you to laugh at it,” he snapped.
“I... I’m sorry, it’s just... haha good luck in making firearms anything but crap,” she continued laughing. He made an angry face at her.
“Just... leave. Get out,” he bristled, returning to his work on something else. Her laughter immediately stopped and she stared at him.
“But I have your—“
“I said OUT! I don’t want it anymore anyway. You know I quit.” he whirled around, rounding on her. She rolled her eyes and began to head for the door, taking the small bag of cocaine with her.
“Eesh, touchy.”
40. Bastard
Characters: Alaster, NPC guard, some mention of Seth, Heilyn, and Hadrian
Word Count: 631
Alaster bowed his head respectfully as he walked by. He’d gotten better about hiding it. He didn’t have to relax the death grip on the shaft of his spear any more. He still imagined said grip around that bastard’s neck, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t go away. He was also still grinding his teeth as he slept.... waking up with a headache and a sore jaw was annoying, but it didn’t hurt as much as the reoccurring dreams... nightmares. They always started so well: his guilty secret no longer the scandal it would be, all doubts melting away with every kiss, every touch... and then he shows up and takes her away -- the worse ones are when she leaves to go with him quite readily – leaving him alone with the scent he imagined she had and the lingering tingle left by hands and lips that were never there.
He shut his eyes and took a breath, which made the guard next to him tense. To the other man, it sounded like a sigh. Which meant Alaster was bored. Which meant bad things happened to the people he had control over. The underling’s sweating went unnoticed through Alaster’s uncharacteristic daydreaming.
He’d always had something of an attraction toward her with first day she arrived. Her appearance was so... shocking. He’d seen nothing like it. Then she grew into her position in the court. Her odd way of seeming to be rough around the edges in the way she interacted with other people, and yet the hard work and ambition she always exhibited kept his attention on her. What a strange woman she was.
While most Jacks were content with their position, she strove for higher. He wondered and almost feared how high her intentions were leading her. She was so hard to read sometimes. Well, when she wasn’t being outright blunt, that is.
She seemed perfect. It was such a torture. The more he wanted to speak to her, the more he felt he stumbling over his words like an idiot when she spoke to him, the few times she did. Even before she achieved the rank of King, he found himself gripping the shaft of his spear tighter, feeling the temptation to release it to touch her.
He didn’t know what to think. He wanted her, that exotic woman. Everything aspect about her became a point of minor obsession if it wasn’t already. Those strange, piercing eyes; that lithe, athletic body; her work; the mask she wore around her waist as a proud flag of her heritage; even the fact that she was blunt to the point of rude, that quite often she stepped quiet heavily to add to her demanding presence, and her heavy drinking became points of fascination and respect for him.
And then the blow came. She came back to her home in the Court of Hearts pregnant with the children of some brutish, slovenly Solandrian Spade. He was beyond repulsive. He was obnoxious, loud, and lazy. Not to mention the filthy ruggedness he wore as a proud flag of his heritage. His heavy footsteps thudded through the halls with an authority he didn’t have. Seeing him stumble around drunk, making completely lewd comments like some kind of slum-dreg was a common occurrence.
And, somehow, apparently she was in love with him. He thought of all the things an idiot like him would attempt to do to impress a potential mate. None of them fit. Heilyn would never...
And yet, here he was, bowing his head to him as he walked past, the little bastard-child Club brood he’d sullied her good name with close on his heels. What a waste.
73. Confront
Characters: Heilyn, Gaston, some mention of Hadrian, Lani, and Alaster
Word Count: 619
That son of a bitch.
He was going to pay for what he’d done. It was unforgivable.
Hadrian had been missing for a two days. Naturally, this sent the paranoid Bog Dweller into fits during that time. She couldn’t help but punish herself. She knew one day this would happen... she should have sent him to be raised outside this wretched court. Now he was...
He came back to her accompanied by one of the guards, a Highland Reptile-Bird mix. He was filthy and bruised with cuts here and there. Apparently Gaston had promised to bring him on a hunting trip with him and Lani. He’d come through on his promise, and then abandoned her son in the middle of the woods. Oh he’d pay for that. She knew Hadrian would have been able to find his way back. His nose was built with the Solandrian ability to find scents in the freezing cold. That still didn’t excuse this. Her son was endangered because some petty Noble who thought he was worth anything, let alone invincible, decided to play a game. Ahh, there he was. Exactly where that servant said he was.
“Gaston,” she said, completely leaving out his title, “I need to speak with you.”
“Ah! Your Highness!” he greeted in his usual boisterous fashion, disguising his annoyance at her blatant disrespect, “Of course. What is it you wanted to see me about?” While he wanted to offer to her once again the joy he could bring her with a certain muscle he named Gilligan, the memory of their first meeting and that Solandrian boyfriend of hers made fear and discomfort hold his tongue. And... why was she getting so close? He, of course, didn’t connect Hadrian with this encounter.
“It’s a matter of utmost importance,” she said, a finger trailing up his thigh as she sneered. His mouth began to twitch into a smile. This... he liked where this was going. It wasn’t very long after that thought crossed his mind, he found himself retracting the statement mentally. He let out a yelp of surprise when he suddenly found his balls in a very uncomfortable grip. Piercing yellow eyes flashed.
“My son, Hadrian. Perhaps you know him.” Gaston’s eyes went wide and his body tensed. “Yes. There it is. I suppose I don’t have to repeat everything you must have felt so proud about only minutes ago.” Noises Gaston had not heard himself make in a very long time began escaping him. Whimpers and small cries of fear wavered out of him as the hand began to heat up. He raised his hand to strike her away only to be met with a tighter grip that bordered on vice-like and scalding heat. He howled in pain as tears welled and his knees buckled. He was about to beg her to stop when she spoke first.
“I don’t need to hear your pitiful excuses or apologies. I know you don’t mean a single one of them, so spare me and yourself my anger. This will never happen again, do you understand me? If I hear so much as a rumor that you have brought my son any further anguish, I will confront you again, AND I will entertain the idea of not returning alone.”
He collapsed as soon as she released him. She simply turned and left the room, humming a traditional Bog kopanitsa she’d had stuck in her head all morning, not looking back once at the crumpled man on the floor. He lay there, curled up with tears dripping from his eyes as he held he poor, injured crotch.
These were a lot of fun to write and surprisingly therapeutic. Hope y'all enjoyed, too. :3
