Assorted: game drabblets, 02
More of the same from yesterday's post. All of these were written for the game that was going on at caer-awen last week. The rule was that they were NOT to exceed 100 words. So, uh, they're pretty short ♥
Prompt: 162 - a candle in a dark room
Characters: The Woman, The Companion
Word Count: 100
Notes: (...they'll eventually be named. But right now I like writing them without names better.)
The strike of a match.
“It doesn’t help,” the woman sighed.
“I’m not lighting it for you.”
Silence for a moment-she heard the shuffling of feet. Guilt-trip. “…why doesn’t it help? Isn’t there any way out of this damnable room, now that we can see to find it?”
She shook her head, lips turning upwards just ever-so-slightly. “Sight, I’ve found, merely limits your mind to the possibilities and restrictions of the physical world.”
“What?”
She concentrated a moment-then stood. “Here.”
The other watched with jaw dropped as she stepped up into the air. “The exit’s here-can you see?”
Prompt: 130 - in the dark of the morning
Characters: The Woman, The Companion
Word Count: 100
The sun was beginning to rise.
“It’s gorgeous,” her companion noted quietly.
She could hear birds twittering-but still the cold of the night was at her back.
“Don’t you ever miss seeing it?”
She shook her head. “It was my own choice.” And then she turned away, starting back into rapidly-receding dark. “I won’t change that.”
“Has it been worth it?”
She stopped halfway from the ridge’s edge. “I suppose to you… perhaps not.”
“But to you?”
She didn’t respond at first; her companion didn’t turn from the sunrise. But despite her companion’s distraction, she murmured:
“I’m hoping it is.”
Prompt: 184 - a time to dance
Characters: Wave
Word Count: 100
Lyunira.
Festival-night.
“Come on!” They raced through the abandoned down, laughing and jumping, already drunk and dizzy with the excitement the night held-to the clearing outside of town, where the bonfire was already raging. Voices in the air, growing more and more slurred as the night wore on, all exuberant and happy. They passed drink between themselves, handing off as they swung around off someone else’s arms, taking a drink before passing it to the next down the line.
“Hey, Wave! Wanna dance?”
It was the only night she’d laugh and accept and allow herself to be swung so near.
Prompt: 144 - before betrayal
Characters: Wave, Cataclysm
Word Count: 100
It was strange. Cataclysm was a man she’d never been able to stand, even for the brief periods of time they’d met during. He couldn’t stand her paranoid, over-attentive suspicions, and she hated how everything he did had a sort of slimy foreboding feel to it. It didn’t help that everything he’d said to her so far had only come with both sneer and scathe.
But still. “Might I help you down from your horse, my love?” he’d drawled teasingly, bowing.
“But of course, my darling knight!” Wave had responded, laughing as well.
The smile, though, never reached his eyes.
Prompt: 059 - we’d best get on with it then
Characters: Elliam, Shelin
Word Count: 99
Elliam shook his head. “What d’you expect me to do?”
“I-I don’t know!” Shelin spluttered, gesturing grandly at the body nearby. “We-we can’t just leave him here, can we?”
He shrugged. “We can’t?”
“No! He at least deserves a proper burial!”
If we bury him, it’s one less clue to trace, Elliam reasoned-being a Sidekick out on his own, he already had enough reasons for people to be tailing him. “Right, then,” he decided, pushing up one sleeve, then the other. “Pass me that shovel. We’ll give him what he deserves and be on our way.”
Without a trace.
♥
Prompt: 162 - a candle in a dark room
Characters: The Woman, The Companion
Word Count: 100
Notes: (...they'll eventually be named. But right now I like writing them without names better.)
The strike of a match.
“It doesn’t help,” the woman sighed.
“I’m not lighting it for you.”
Silence for a moment-she heard the shuffling of feet. Guilt-trip. “…why doesn’t it help? Isn’t there any way out of this damnable room, now that we can see to find it?”
She shook her head, lips turning upwards just ever-so-slightly. “Sight, I’ve found, merely limits your mind to the possibilities and restrictions of the physical world.”
“What?”
She concentrated a moment-then stood. “Here.”
The other watched with jaw dropped as she stepped up into the air. “The exit’s here-can you see?”
Prompt: 130 - in the dark of the morning
Characters: The Woman, The Companion
Word Count: 100
The sun was beginning to rise.
“It’s gorgeous,” her companion noted quietly.
She could hear birds twittering-but still the cold of the night was at her back.
“Don’t you ever miss seeing it?”
She shook her head. “It was my own choice.” And then she turned away, starting back into rapidly-receding dark. “I won’t change that.”
“Has it been worth it?”
She stopped halfway from the ridge’s edge. “I suppose to you… perhaps not.”
“But to you?”
She didn’t respond at first; her companion didn’t turn from the sunrise. But despite her companion’s distraction, she murmured:
“I’m hoping it is.”
Prompt: 184 - a time to dance
Characters: Wave
Word Count: 100
Lyunira.
Festival-night.
“Come on!” They raced through the abandoned down, laughing and jumping, already drunk and dizzy with the excitement the night held-to the clearing outside of town, where the bonfire was already raging. Voices in the air, growing more and more slurred as the night wore on, all exuberant and happy. They passed drink between themselves, handing off as they swung around off someone else’s arms, taking a drink before passing it to the next down the line.
“Hey, Wave! Wanna dance?”
It was the only night she’d laugh and accept and allow herself to be swung so near.
Prompt: 144 - before betrayal
Characters: Wave, Cataclysm
Word Count: 100
It was strange. Cataclysm was a man she’d never been able to stand, even for the brief periods of time they’d met during. He couldn’t stand her paranoid, over-attentive suspicions, and she hated how everything he did had a sort of slimy foreboding feel to it. It didn’t help that everything he’d said to her so far had only come with both sneer and scathe.
But still. “Might I help you down from your horse, my love?” he’d drawled teasingly, bowing.
“But of course, my darling knight!” Wave had responded, laughing as well.
The smile, though, never reached his eyes.
Prompt: 059 - we’d best get on with it then
Characters: Elliam, Shelin
Word Count: 99
Elliam shook his head. “What d’you expect me to do?”
“I-I don’t know!” Shelin spluttered, gesturing grandly at the body nearby. “We-we can’t just leave him here, can we?”
He shrugged. “We can’t?”
“No! He at least deserves a proper burial!”
If we bury him, it’s one less clue to trace, Elliam reasoned-being a Sidekick out on his own, he already had enough reasons for people to be tailing him. “Right, then,” he decided, pushing up one sleeve, then the other. “Pass me that shovel. We’ll give him what he deserves and be on our way.”
Without a trace.
♥