Drabbletag: Discworld - Ella/Susan
Title: A Saturday Night Ritual
Prompt: 'Samedi Nuit Morte' by amazon_syren
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Ella/Susan
Count de Worde: 222
Rating: PG-13
On Samedi Nuit Mort, after the ball, the Baroness becomes a beggar, and the beggar a Baron. Ella paints her face blue and white as frozen death, wraps herself in multicoloured feathers, and dances out into the street. There's music everywhere: where silence threatens song will burst, and anything hollow can become a drum.
She knows nobody and everybody; tomorrow she may die.
The moon rises, people, in all shapes, swarm the streets, and every turn brings her cheek to cheek with a new person. They become one animal, jumping, shaking, singing.
The power rises.
'You're here,' she mouths, her voice lost in the noise. A woman stands still among the writhing bodies of men and monsters. Her hair waves like fire, straight up in the air, one black strand snaking up amongst the white. Their eyes lock, and Susan smiles.
The dancer becomes Ella, extracts from the animal into Susan's arms, and they kiss, the night pulsing around them.
In the center of the city, the castle, she bends up against death's cold fingers, kisses death's mouth. Susan, in her aspect, is pale and formidable and unspeakable; Ella, in her humanity, glorious.
She is Baroness, and the Baroness is Genua. At the year's opposite end she will have a different engagement. The land will not be unbalanced again - nor Ella, controlled.
Prompt: 'Samedi Nuit Morte' by amazon_syren
Fandom: Discworld
Pairing: Ella/Susan
Count de Worde: 222
Rating: PG-13
On Samedi Nuit Mort, after the ball, the Baroness becomes a beggar, and the beggar a Baron. Ella paints her face blue and white as frozen death, wraps herself in multicoloured feathers, and dances out into the street. There's music everywhere: where silence threatens song will burst, and anything hollow can become a drum.
She knows nobody and everybody; tomorrow she may die.
The moon rises, people, in all shapes, swarm the streets, and every turn brings her cheek to cheek with a new person. They become one animal, jumping, shaking, singing.
The power rises.
'You're here,' she mouths, her voice lost in the noise. A woman stands still among the writhing bodies of men and monsters. Her hair waves like fire, straight up in the air, one black strand snaking up amongst the white. Their eyes lock, and Susan smiles.
The dancer becomes Ella, extracts from the animal into Susan's arms, and they kiss, the night pulsing around them.
In the center of the city, the castle, she bends up against death's cold fingers, kisses death's mouth. Susan, in her aspect, is pale and formidable and unspeakable; Ella, in her humanity, glorious.
She is Baroness, and the Baroness is Genua. At the year's opposite end she will have a different engagement. The land will not be unbalanced again - nor Ella, controlled.