Drabble Challenge #57
Word Count: 308
Drabble: #57 Tempest
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Wind swept over the rugged coastline like a banshee howling its way through hell, claws ripping and tearing at the scraggly vegetation desperately clinging to salt stained rock. Sarah inhaled and let the wind tear her dark hair from its flimsy braid as obsidian clouds rumbled ever closer to her isolated perch of driftwood.
It was hard not to think of him on days such as this. Chaos surrounded her-fierce and wonderful-playful yet deadly. Two-faced to its core.
She was giddy with the storm’s incoming fury and the havoc it threatened to loose.
A razor sharp smile nearly sliced her as it flashed into existence, fast as lightening, but far more dangerous.
Kohl rimmed eyes swept the scene, took her in, and grew brilliant with glee. “Not a bad comparison,” his grin widened as he turned to survey the tumultuous water, wind ruffling his cornsilk hair.
The air was electric.
“It is rather accurate,” Sarah replied, looking past the fairy king to watch the foaming waves smashing the shore. “It’s hard to take your eyes off it, even though you know you should run home and batten down the hatches. You’re not sure if it intends to awe or break you.”
“Come now,” Jareth said, hardly needing to raise his wily voice against the roar of the sea. “I’m not that coy. You’ve know for quite some time what it is that I want.”
“Everything,” Sarah smiled, it was a weak and painful thing. “To be king and slave, to take and give, to put everything together and tear it apart-to turn the world upside down and inside out.”
He didn’t deny it. How could he? Fairy men were such fickle creatures.
“I want you to love me,” his haphazard eyes caught hers.
“Exactly,” Sarah sighed before turning back to watch the storm.
Drabble: #57 Tempest
Oh, how I miss writing these! I've got to get better about making time to visit you all see what you're up to!
Wind swept over the rugged coastline like a banshee howling its way through hell, claws ripping and tearing at the scraggly vegetation desperately clinging to salt stained rock. Sarah inhaled and let the wind tear her dark hair from its flimsy braid as obsidian clouds rumbled ever closer to her isolated perch of driftwood.
It was hard not to think of him on days such as this. Chaos surrounded her-fierce and wonderful-playful yet deadly. Two-faced to its core.
She was giddy with the storm’s incoming fury and the havoc it threatened to loose.
A razor sharp smile nearly sliced her as it flashed into existence, fast as lightening, but far more dangerous.
Kohl rimmed eyes swept the scene, took her in, and grew brilliant with glee. “Not a bad comparison,” his grin widened as he turned to survey the tumultuous water, wind ruffling his cornsilk hair.
The air was electric.
“It is rather accurate,” Sarah replied, looking past the fairy king to watch the foaming waves smashing the shore. “It’s hard to take your eyes off it, even though you know you should run home and batten down the hatches. You’re not sure if it intends to awe or break you.”
“Come now,” Jareth said, hardly needing to raise his wily voice against the roar of the sea. “I’m not that coy. You’ve know for quite some time what it is that I want.”
“Everything,” Sarah smiled, it was a weak and painful thing. “To be king and slave, to take and give, to put everything together and tear it apart-to turn the world upside down and inside out.”
He didn’t deny it. How could he? Fairy men were such fickle creatures.
“I want you to love me,” his haphazard eyes caught hers.
“Exactly,” Sarah sighed before turning back to watch the storm.