Some Drabbles on a Lovely Saturday
Aug. 15th, 2009 04:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceitfiannaI just had a lovely walk up to Kerrytown and picked up baby eggplants, figs and some good tea to make my own iced tea. Also I found a store that I could spend so much money at, its called Found and they have typewriter keys and other wonderful, beautiful vintage shop, some of it already constructed in things but some that you can remake yourself. Then since walking always inspires me I finally got a chance to do some prompts that have been rattling around for a while, I hope you enjoy them.
She didn’t fly but there was something about how she moved, connected to the ground in a way that he’d never seen before. His senses were not like the shifters who knew that she carried Home and Summer with her but he knew it. When they danced in one of the many clubs, all eyes moved to them, white and gold before she brought him to France and they ate in a garden and made love with the stars above.
The party was chaotic with the bonfire gamely trying to set the beach on fire and Doc really wasn’t helping by watching it with that manic grin of his. Will was laughing and had Kate on his lap, James was somewhere about, the older one and trying to act like he really liked rum. At this point he wasn’t quite sure if he did, firewhiskey tasted nicer but this was apparently a night for drinking rum.
Atton kept trying to mess with everyone’s hair since he’d somehow found a way to melt marshmallows and then fire them, it involved a complicated use of the Force and Guppy was currently chasing him since the last one was a direct shot. When Bill found the fireworks then the night was at its best even though no one could remember what they were celebrating.
He always missed the stars in New York, they seemed so far away. Going higher up never seemed to really help, on the rooftops all you could see was just all the lights below and not the ones above
He kept tracing the trowel on the new surcoat, he knew what it meant but it didn’t make sense. He’s the Abhorsen in Waiting, that’s what he’s always been, not that he’s wanted to be it but the role is so clear and familiar yet this is what they gave him. The fabric just keeps being there saying something’s changed but is it what he wanted changed?
Lirael probably would do a better job if she wanted it but he’s the Abhorsen in Waiting. Maybe it’s more than just fear, maybe he’s really not the right one and they know that and so he’s getting this, Mother should be here, she’d know but he’d have to tell her about being afraid too. How do they know who he is?
Tiwa had promised Kite the sea one day and so they’d gone shopping for swim suits and now were lounging near Oriental Bay. Kite was getting most of the looks as Tiwa swam and then just for the fun of it sent an illusion of Bones towards her.
The poor boys she was talking to all but ran at the pure grumpiness on his face and missed him disappearing as Tiwa settled down on her towel. Kite helpfully threw sand at her and it wasn’t until they’d had gelato and made plans to go dancing at Molly Malone’s that Kite let the laughter get past her eyes.
As the sun changed the sea from blue to green, Kite said, “Next time, my world.”
She hated snow and somehow no matter where she walked it always found her, this year the snow was keeping her tightly inside in Italy.
All she wanted was to leave and to find warmth but the snow would be there, cold and white and hiding all the live beneath it.
With a sigh, she took another long drink of tea and tried to smile for the nice family that was hosting her.
She didn’t fly but there was something about how she moved, connected to the ground in a way that he’d never seen before. His senses were not like the shifters who knew that she carried Home and Summer with her but he knew it. When they danced in one of the many clubs, all eyes moved to them, white and gold before she brought him to France and they ate in a garden and made love with the stars above.
The party was chaotic with the bonfire gamely trying to set the beach on fire and Doc really wasn’t helping by watching it with that manic grin of his. Will was laughing and had Kate on his lap, James was somewhere about, the older one and trying to act like he really liked rum. At this point he wasn’t quite sure if he did, firewhiskey tasted nicer but this was apparently a night for drinking rum.
Atton kept trying to mess with everyone’s hair since he’d somehow found a way to melt marshmallows and then fire them, it involved a complicated use of the Force and Guppy was currently chasing him since the last one was a direct shot. When Bill found the fireworks then the night was at its best even though no one could remember what they were celebrating.
He always missed the stars in New York, they seemed so far away. Going higher up never seemed to really help, on the rooftops all you could see was just all the lights below and not the ones above
He kept tracing the trowel on the new surcoat, he knew what it meant but it didn’t make sense. He’s the Abhorsen in Waiting, that’s what he’s always been, not that he’s wanted to be it but the role is so clear and familiar yet this is what they gave him. The fabric just keeps being there saying something’s changed but is it what he wanted changed?
Lirael probably would do a better job if she wanted it but he’s the Abhorsen in Waiting. Maybe it’s more than just fear, maybe he’s really not the right one and they know that and so he’s getting this, Mother should be here, she’d know but he’d have to tell her about being afraid too. How do they know who he is?
Tiwa had promised Kite the sea one day and so they’d gone shopping for swim suits and now were lounging near Oriental Bay. Kite was getting most of the looks as Tiwa swam and then just for the fun of it sent an illusion of Bones towards her.
The poor boys she was talking to all but ran at the pure grumpiness on his face and missed him disappearing as Tiwa settled down on her towel. Kite helpfully threw sand at her and it wasn’t until they’d had gelato and made plans to go dancing at Molly Malone’s that Kite let the laughter get past her eyes.
As the sun changed the sea from blue to green, Kite said, “Next time, my world.”
She hated snow and somehow no matter where she walked it always found her, this year the snow was keeping her tightly inside in Italy.
All she wanted was to leave and to find warmth but the snow would be there, cold and white and hiding all the live beneath it.
With a sigh, she took another long drink of tea and tried to smile for the nice family that was hosting her.
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Date: 2009-08-18 01:52 am (UTC)And oooooh, I really wanna peruse Found. *jealouses*
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Date: 2009-08-18 01:57 am (UTC)