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kseda's. GUESS WHAT THE PROMPT WAS!
The first meeting, Ambrose started to wonder.
“She’s possessed, but she’s still my daughter,” the Queen said quietly, her husband holding her hand like she was made of porcelain. “What should we do?”
“We need to find a way to exorcize her,” Ambrose said simply, trying to sound as caring as possible while he gave them the answer anyone could have thought of five minutes after her possession was discovered.
“Exorcize her?!” the Consort said, sounding heartbroken. “She’s not a monster! Our daughter’s still in there! We just have to find a way to make her fight it. She’s strong-”
“Exorcisms are practiced on a routine basis, and the victim rarely has any negative side-effects,” Ambrose said slowly.
“Why don’t I just keep an eye on DG as a dog, and you all keep an eye on Azkadellia?” Tutor said, smile not reaching his eyes.
“Yes. Sounds like a plan,” the Consort said, nodding firmly as the Queen nodded, face still drawn tight.
Ambrose gaped at them all. “You’re going to give DG a dog for a bodyguard and just babysit Azkadellia when we could just have a priest come down and suck the Witch out before she gets too powerful?”
“We’ll sort this out later,” the Queen said quietly. “We have time, and we just need to think things through.”
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On the second meeting, Ambrose would have been screaming “I TOLD YOU SO” from the rooftops if he wasn’t still slightly in shock from the fact Azkadellia had just killed her little sister.
“Here’s my idea,” the Consort began, once again squeezing his wife’s hand until it turned blue. “My wife takes myself and DG to the Otherside, after which I’ll return and go to the Realm of the Unwanted with the Grey Gale Compass, take a new name-”
“Try Ahamo,” the Queen piped up.
“- and then take another name, so that if anyone tries to find me they’ll come through me. When DG comes back in fifteen annuals, I’ll be waiting, and then we’ll find the Emerald of the Eclipse.”
“Wait, hold on,” Ambrose said, holding up a hand and trying not to gape at them. “You’re going to just leave her on the Otherside?”
“What about nurture units?” the Queen interjected. “Then she’ll be loved and cared for until the time of her return.”
“Excellent,” the newly-dubbed ‘Ahamo’ exclaimed. “Foster parents who’ll give her everything she could need when we can’t and will keep her blissfully ignorant of her heritage to avoid her being suspected of being a princess.”
“Sure you could!” Ambrose shouted. “All you have to do is go to the Otherside with her!” He stopped, and shook his head. “Wait, what am I even saying? Just lock Az up, exorcize her, and everything-”
“We’d best go as soon as possible,” the Queen said, and stood up, already heading for DG, her husband at her side. “We have to start this immediately.”
“At least wait until you aren’t so weak,” Ambrose moaned, putting a hand to his forehead in aggravation. “If you put together two travel storms after bringing your daughter back to life, the chance of you even regaining all your magic-”
They didn’t listen, of course. He was forced to stand on the balcony and watch them sweep out of the castle, DG barely keeping up on her little legs. “I am never listening to any advice they give me,” Ambrose stated.
(Five years later…)
“OH GOD I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO HER,” Ambrose screamed, and Raynz strapped his head onto the table.
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DRABBLE THE SECOND! Forandrealyn!
They wanted a voice now. After being crushed under the heel of a woman possessed by evil incarnate, it was understandable, but now, after two annuals of the Queen returning to the throne, it still wasn’t good enough for them all. They wanted to make their own decisions about how the O.Z. was run, wanted to choose their own leaders (and Ambrose honestly couldn’t blame them – one heir had destroyed their homes for ten annuals and the other hadn’t even remembered they existed for fifteen), and wanted the royal family gone.
The fact their ‘saviors’ stood against the movement had some questioning the rebellion, of course. The infamous Ambrose, who had gone from the second most powerful man in the Realm to the lowest on the ladder and then managed a full recovery, was even leading the Queen’s army. Raw had gathered his people and had them on the side of the Queen as well. Tutor and every other religious leader was on their side. Jeb Cain was a general, and it hurt them all, this Civil War, more than any other. This time, they really were killing their own brothers.
Ambrose was tired of it all, but he’d given up his life for his Queen before and he hadn’t even hesitated to do it again. But standing here, in this hall, watching Wyatt Cain slip in through the servant’s stairs, made him feel as old as the very column holding him upright.
“Don’t,” Ambrose said quietly, but everything echoed in the Great Hall. Cain nearly dropped his pack when he stepped into view, the portrait of the Queen and her most loyal genius looming behind him. There were circles under his eyes, his hair going back to the ragged state it’d been in when he was Glitch, clothes almost as untidy as well. “Please, Cain, don’t.”
Cain had all the empathy and regret in his eyes that a man could hold. “It’s not the Royal Family, Ambrose. You know why I-”
“Don’t,” Ambrose snapped out, stumbling as he barely stopped himself from pacing. “I know all the reasons and we all know them. I know the ideal sounds appealing, Cain, but don’t go.” His shoulders wilted. “Please don’t go to them.”
“Is it so wrong to believe people should be in charge of themselves, Ambrose?” Cain snapped. “Jeb’s his own man, I’m not going to try and stop him-”
“And you’re willing to try and kill him-”
“I’M TRYING TO SAVE US ALL,” Cain finally shouted, practically roared. “It’s a compromise, Ambrose, don’t you see?! I read about this Otherside country, where it still had the monarchy but the people still had a voice! We could have that, Ambrose! A place where blood doesn’t limit what you can do! How is that so bad?”
Ambrose was silent, and Cain finally seemed to understand. “I didn’t leave them,” Ambrose said quietly. “I won’t ever leave them.”
If Cain left, they’d make him a general. He’d fight Jeb, and the Viewers, and Ambrose, and they both knew that Ambrose had been fighting gently so far. Compared to what was being called The Witch War, these battles were nothing but gently nudging the other forces away. If Cain went to the rebels it would leave the moral high ground unstable, and Ambrose would have to crush them.
“It’s what you’re willing to lose,” Ambrose said, and stepped forward to grab Cain’s pack from where it’d dropped, looking Cain straight in the eye. He was solemn and still – the General instead of the man Glitch had become. “Your ideals, or everything else you’ve ever cared about.”
Cain’s hand hesitated, but he let out a sigh and grabbed the strap, looking at Ambrose. “My brain or my heart,” he said simply, and Ambrose nodded. It seemed to take a lot of effort, but Cain managed a smile, even if it was a bittersweet one. “I’ve already lost my heart before.”
“I haven’t,” Ambrose said, and walked back up the stairs, too much of a coward to watch Cain make up his mind.
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amedia's DRABBLE!
Azkadellia still wasn’t used to waking up with a warm body drawing her close, even after seven months. It still amazed her that if she turned her head, there’d be someone who loved her looking back, smiling that slightly devious smile with her eyes shining happily and with just enough mischief to make Azkadellia still feel like a woman instead of a very big teddy bear.
Their hair was always a mess in the morning, but Airofday continued to just smile about it every morning and slide around behind Azkadellia, arms slipping down her wife’s sides as she whispered, “but isn’t it so fun to tangle it?” in that riddle of an accent, kisses sliding down Azkadellia’s neck. Airofday had taken to keeping hers in an enormous ponytail now, wrapping it in what almost looked like a volcano that the rest of her hair trailed out of, black at her scalp and gold the rest of the way down.
“Good morning,” Azkadellia breathed out, smiling into her pillow, but there wasn’t any answering laugh or hand teasing yet another rat’s nest in her hair. Instead there was a puff of air against her cheek and the feeling of tiny feet against the blankets.
Two big hazel eyes stared at her from a fluffy calico face, tilting to the side and mewling.
“Helios, meet Azkadellia.” Airofday shifted from behind Azkadellia, and she turned to see the other woman still clothed in nothing but the sheets, but teasing yet another kitten with her index finger.
“We have kittens?” Azkadellia asked blurrily, and Airofday smiled before leaning over and kissing her gently - close-mouthed, of course. Azkadellia had made her position very clear on morning breath the first time they’d woken up together.
“My grandmother always told me that kittens should be the first step in any family,” Airofday said easily, the fluffy white kitten batting almost frantically at her finger. She took pity on it and scratched it on the head, and the kitten rubbed up against her.
Azkadellia raised an eyebrow. “In a family? What exactly are you suggesting?”
Airofday grinned at her as the calico, Helios, managed to conquer Azkadellia’s shoulder and sit proudly on his perch. She gently picked up the fluffy white kitten and put it on Azkadellia’s head. She frowned at her wife, who just grinned. “Nothing quite yet. They‘re just kittens for now,” she said lightly, in her ‘I’m up to something but it’s at least a legal something’ voice, and kissed her again before rolling out of bed, hair trailing behind her.
Azkadellia let her go, amused and intrigued, and tried to watch the kittens pawing their way around her head. Helios tumbled towards her ear, and she caught him easily. She could have sworn the cat smiled at her.
“What kind of kittens are these, again?” Azkadellia asked warily.
Airofday’s smile wasn’t reassuring in the least.
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AND NOW,iaim2msbehave'S DRABBLE!
The stable doors creaked rather viciously when Glitch opened the door, dressed decently for once. He’d done his best to straighten up his hair, even, but it hadn’t worked as well as he’d obviously been hoping for.
His quarry looked up, eyes fixing on him. Her mouth opened, but Glitch spoke before she could get out a sound. “I know we’re very different,” he said. “I know I’m not your type and gods knows nobody thinks you’re mine, but I can’t help loving you.” She moved forward slightly, and Glitch put a hand out, backing up, almost afraid to look at her. “I know. I know, okay? I know it’s all messed up and stupid but would you please at least consider giving me a chance? Giving us a chance?”
Her head tilted to the side, pale hair smooth against her long, dark neck. Glitch carefully moved forward, hope filling his heart. She let out a huffing noise, and he smiled slightly. There was a chance.
The door snapped open, and Glitch yelped as arms wrapped around his waist. “Glitch, snap out of it!” Cain shouted into his ear, DG and Azkadellia following him in and talking between each other, voices too quiet and worried and frantic to make out.
“No! I won’t let you stand in the way, Cain!” Glitch shouted, and elbowed him hard in the ribs. Cain yelped and let go, and Glitch ran towards the rather amused-looking girl of his dreams. “Our love is true and pure and-”
Cain tackled him, and they fell to the straw-strewn floor in an angry heap. “You can’t be serious! That’s Sunshine you’re professing love to!”
“CAIN GET OFF ME GET OFF ME I HAVE TO GO TO HER,” Glitch shouted, flailing about, yearning to just run his hands through Sunshine’s silky hair, stare into those big brown eyes of hers-
“We’re almost done,” DG called out, and Cain made the mistake of loosening his hold slightly while he let out a sigh of relief. Glitch kicked him in the face, and while Cain was cursing into his hands, he ran for Sunshine.
“I don’t need them!” he shouted out, and wrapped his arms around her neck, kissing her cheek. “I only need you! You’re my world! We can run away together! I love you so much-”
“Got it!” DG called out, and Glitch blinked.
It was a bit like glitching, except this time he really wished he couldn’t remember. With a yelp, he backed out of Sunshine’s little…stall. Thing. He stared in horror at Sunshine.
The horse just looked back at him, clearly not giving a damn about the whole thing.
“Oh gods,” Glitch muttered.
DG wrapped an arm around him, patting him on the back. “Hey, it’s alright,” she said. Unlike the horse, she seemed almost viciously amused. “You should have seen what happened to Tutor when we accidentally whammied him during magic practice.”
“Really?” Glitch asked.
DG grinned. “Why do you think he can turn into a dog?”
Starting with Drabble #1, which is
kseda's. GUESS WHAT THE PROMPT WAS!The first meeting, Ambrose started to wonder.
“She’s possessed, but she’s still my daughter,” the Queen said quietly, her husband holding her hand like she was made of porcelain. “What should we do?”
“We need to find a way to exorcize her,” Ambrose said simply, trying to sound as caring as possible while he gave them the answer anyone could have thought of five minutes after her possession was discovered.
“Exorcize her?!” the Consort said, sounding heartbroken. “She’s not a monster! Our daughter’s still in there! We just have to find a way to make her fight it. She’s strong-”
“Exorcisms are practiced on a routine basis, and the victim rarely has any negative side-effects,” Ambrose said slowly.
“Why don’t I just keep an eye on DG as a dog, and you all keep an eye on Azkadellia?” Tutor said, smile not reaching his eyes.
“Yes. Sounds like a plan,” the Consort said, nodding firmly as the Queen nodded, face still drawn tight.
Ambrose gaped at them all. “You’re going to give DG a dog for a bodyguard and just babysit Azkadellia when we could just have a priest come down and suck the Witch out before she gets too powerful?”
“We’ll sort this out later,” the Queen said quietly. “We have time, and we just need to think things through.”
--
On the second meeting, Ambrose would have been screaming “I TOLD YOU SO” from the rooftops if he wasn’t still slightly in shock from the fact Azkadellia had just killed her little sister.
“Here’s my idea,” the Consort began, once again squeezing his wife’s hand until it turned blue. “My wife takes myself and DG to the Otherside, after which I’ll return and go to the Realm of the Unwanted with the Grey Gale Compass, take a new name-”
“Try Ahamo,” the Queen piped up.
“- and then take another name, so that if anyone tries to find me they’ll come through me. When DG comes back in fifteen annuals, I’ll be waiting, and then we’ll find the Emerald of the Eclipse.”
“Wait, hold on,” Ambrose said, holding up a hand and trying not to gape at them. “You’re going to just leave her on the Otherside?”
“What about nurture units?” the Queen interjected. “Then she’ll be loved and cared for until the time of her return.”
“Excellent,” the newly-dubbed ‘Ahamo’ exclaimed. “Foster parents who’ll give her everything she could need when we can’t and will keep her blissfully ignorant of her heritage to avoid her being suspected of being a princess.”
“Sure you could!” Ambrose shouted. “All you have to do is go to the Otherside with her!” He stopped, and shook his head. “Wait, what am I even saying? Just lock Az up, exorcize her, and everything-”
“We’d best go as soon as possible,” the Queen said, and stood up, already heading for DG, her husband at her side. “We have to start this immediately.”
“At least wait until you aren’t so weak,” Ambrose moaned, putting a hand to his forehead in aggravation. “If you put together two travel storms after bringing your daughter back to life, the chance of you even regaining all your magic-”
They didn’t listen, of course. He was forced to stand on the balcony and watch them sweep out of the castle, DG barely keeping up on her little legs. “I am never listening to any advice they give me,” Ambrose stated.
(Five years later…)
“OH GOD I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO HER,” Ambrose screamed, and Raynz strapped his head onto the table.
---
DRABBLE THE SECOND! For
andrealyn!They wanted a voice now. After being crushed under the heel of a woman possessed by evil incarnate, it was understandable, but now, after two annuals of the Queen returning to the throne, it still wasn’t good enough for them all. They wanted to make their own decisions about how the O.Z. was run, wanted to choose their own leaders (and Ambrose honestly couldn’t blame them – one heir had destroyed their homes for ten annuals and the other hadn’t even remembered they existed for fifteen), and wanted the royal family gone.
The fact their ‘saviors’ stood against the movement had some questioning the rebellion, of course. The infamous Ambrose, who had gone from the second most powerful man in the Realm to the lowest on the ladder and then managed a full recovery, was even leading the Queen’s army. Raw had gathered his people and had them on the side of the Queen as well. Tutor and every other religious leader was on their side. Jeb Cain was a general, and it hurt them all, this Civil War, more than any other. This time, they really were killing their own brothers.
Ambrose was tired of it all, but he’d given up his life for his Queen before and he hadn’t even hesitated to do it again. But standing here, in this hall, watching Wyatt Cain slip in through the servant’s stairs, made him feel as old as the very column holding him upright.
“Don’t,” Ambrose said quietly, but everything echoed in the Great Hall. Cain nearly dropped his pack when he stepped into view, the portrait of the Queen and her most loyal genius looming behind him. There were circles under his eyes, his hair going back to the ragged state it’d been in when he was Glitch, clothes almost as untidy as well. “Please, Cain, don’t.”
Cain had all the empathy and regret in his eyes that a man could hold. “It’s not the Royal Family, Ambrose. You know why I-”
“Don’t,” Ambrose snapped out, stumbling as he barely stopped himself from pacing. “I know all the reasons and we all know them. I know the ideal sounds appealing, Cain, but don’t go.” His shoulders wilted. “Please don’t go to them.”
“Is it so wrong to believe people should be in charge of themselves, Ambrose?” Cain snapped. “Jeb’s his own man, I’m not going to try and stop him-”
“And you’re willing to try and kill him-”
“I’M TRYING TO SAVE US ALL,” Cain finally shouted, practically roared. “It’s a compromise, Ambrose, don’t you see?! I read about this Otherside country, where it still had the monarchy but the people still had a voice! We could have that, Ambrose! A place where blood doesn’t limit what you can do! How is that so bad?”
Ambrose was silent, and Cain finally seemed to understand. “I didn’t leave them,” Ambrose said quietly. “I won’t ever leave them.”
If Cain left, they’d make him a general. He’d fight Jeb, and the Viewers, and Ambrose, and they both knew that Ambrose had been fighting gently so far. Compared to what was being called The Witch War, these battles were nothing but gently nudging the other forces away. If Cain went to the rebels it would leave the moral high ground unstable, and Ambrose would have to crush them.
“It’s what you’re willing to lose,” Ambrose said, and stepped forward to grab Cain’s pack from where it’d dropped, looking Cain straight in the eye. He was solemn and still – the General instead of the man Glitch had become. “Your ideals, or everything else you’ve ever cared about.”
Cain’s hand hesitated, but he let out a sigh and grabbed the strap, looking at Ambrose. “My brain or my heart,” he said simply, and Ambrose nodded. It seemed to take a lot of effort, but Cain managed a smile, even if it was a bittersweet one. “I’ve already lost my heart before.”
“I haven’t,” Ambrose said, and walked back up the stairs, too much of a coward to watch Cain make up his mind.
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amedia's DRABBLE!Azkadellia still wasn’t used to waking up with a warm body drawing her close, even after seven months. It still amazed her that if she turned her head, there’d be someone who loved her looking back, smiling that slightly devious smile with her eyes shining happily and with just enough mischief to make Azkadellia still feel like a woman instead of a very big teddy bear.
Their hair was always a mess in the morning, but Airofday continued to just smile about it every morning and slide around behind Azkadellia, arms slipping down her wife’s sides as she whispered, “but isn’t it so fun to tangle it?” in that riddle of an accent, kisses sliding down Azkadellia’s neck. Airofday had taken to keeping hers in an enormous ponytail now, wrapping it in what almost looked like a volcano that the rest of her hair trailed out of, black at her scalp and gold the rest of the way down.
“Good morning,” Azkadellia breathed out, smiling into her pillow, but there wasn’t any answering laugh or hand teasing yet another rat’s nest in her hair. Instead there was a puff of air against her cheek and the feeling of tiny feet against the blankets.
Two big hazel eyes stared at her from a fluffy calico face, tilting to the side and mewling.
“Helios, meet Azkadellia.” Airofday shifted from behind Azkadellia, and she turned to see the other woman still clothed in nothing but the sheets, but teasing yet another kitten with her index finger.
“We have kittens?” Azkadellia asked blurrily, and Airofday smiled before leaning over and kissing her gently - close-mouthed, of course. Azkadellia had made her position very clear on morning breath the first time they’d woken up together.
“My grandmother always told me that kittens should be the first step in any family,” Airofday said easily, the fluffy white kitten batting almost frantically at her finger. She took pity on it and scratched it on the head, and the kitten rubbed up against her.
Azkadellia raised an eyebrow. “In a family? What exactly are you suggesting?”
Airofday grinned at her as the calico, Helios, managed to conquer Azkadellia’s shoulder and sit proudly on his perch. She gently picked up the fluffy white kitten and put it on Azkadellia’s head. She frowned at her wife, who just grinned. “Nothing quite yet. They‘re just kittens for now,” she said lightly, in her ‘I’m up to something but it’s at least a legal something’ voice, and kissed her again before rolling out of bed, hair trailing behind her.
Azkadellia let her go, amused and intrigued, and tried to watch the kittens pawing their way around her head. Helios tumbled towards her ear, and she caught him easily. She could have sworn the cat smiled at her.
“What kind of kittens are these, again?” Azkadellia asked warily.
Airofday’s smile wasn’t reassuring in the least.
---
AND NOW,
iaim2msbehave'S DRABBLE!The stable doors creaked rather viciously when Glitch opened the door, dressed decently for once. He’d done his best to straighten up his hair, even, but it hadn’t worked as well as he’d obviously been hoping for.
His quarry looked up, eyes fixing on him. Her mouth opened, but Glitch spoke before she could get out a sound. “I know we’re very different,” he said. “I know I’m not your type and gods knows nobody thinks you’re mine, but I can’t help loving you.” She moved forward slightly, and Glitch put a hand out, backing up, almost afraid to look at her. “I know. I know, okay? I know it’s all messed up and stupid but would you please at least consider giving me a chance? Giving us a chance?”
Her head tilted to the side, pale hair smooth against her long, dark neck. Glitch carefully moved forward, hope filling his heart. She let out a huffing noise, and he smiled slightly. There was a chance.
The door snapped open, and Glitch yelped as arms wrapped around his waist. “Glitch, snap out of it!” Cain shouted into his ear, DG and Azkadellia following him in and talking between each other, voices too quiet and worried and frantic to make out.
“No! I won’t let you stand in the way, Cain!” Glitch shouted, and elbowed him hard in the ribs. Cain yelped and let go, and Glitch ran towards the rather amused-looking girl of his dreams. “Our love is true and pure and-”
Cain tackled him, and they fell to the straw-strewn floor in an angry heap. “You can’t be serious! That’s Sunshine you’re professing love to!”
“CAIN GET OFF ME GET OFF ME I HAVE TO GO TO HER,” Glitch shouted, flailing about, yearning to just run his hands through Sunshine’s silky hair, stare into those big brown eyes of hers-
“We’re almost done,” DG called out, and Cain made the mistake of loosening his hold slightly while he let out a sigh of relief. Glitch kicked him in the face, and while Cain was cursing into his hands, he ran for Sunshine.
“I don’t need them!” he shouted out, and wrapped his arms around her neck, kissing her cheek. “I only need you! You’re my world! We can run away together! I love you so much-”
“Got it!” DG called out, and Glitch blinked.
It was a bit like glitching, except this time he really wished he couldn’t remember. With a yelp, he backed out of Sunshine’s little…stall. Thing. He stared in horror at Sunshine.
The horse just looked back at him, clearly not giving a damn about the whole thing.
“Oh gods,” Glitch muttered.
DG wrapped an arm around him, patting him on the back. “Hey, it’s alright,” she said. Unlike the horse, she seemed almost viciously amused. “You should have seen what happened to Tutor when we accidentally whammied him during magic practice.”
“Really?” Glitch asked.
DG grinned. “Why do you think he can turn into a dog?”
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Date: 2008-11-17 12:03 am (UTC)The prompt was...
Ambrose often gives the best advice but the Queen seldom follows it. The Queen often gives convoluted advice, but that one time when she has a glimmering of sense, Ambrose doesn't follow it.
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