Drabbles, part 1
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shimotsukiHere are the first two drabbles from last night's drabble meme! It might take me a few more days to get to the rest, since I have work projects (gasp) and other things that I need to do too. But I stayed up far too late last night writing these, so I decided I might as well go ahead and post them, heh.
I meant to do exactly 100 words for each prompt, but since it's my first time playing in non-Potter ficverses, those may run longer. I'll still try to do exact multiples of 100, though.
And I, um, didn't intend to have a pregnancy theme going, but plotbunnies are plotbunnies...
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mrstater — Harry Potter: Remus/Tonks, craving. 100 words. PG, for mild innuendo.]
Cravings
Tonks glowered at the open cupboard. "I'm a ruddy cliché."
"Mmm," said Remus, behind her. He wasn't even listening. Probably had his nose buried in his book again.
Tonks glowered harder.
She hated being predictable—and here she was, seven months pregnant, desperate for pickles and crisps. She could have done with a little sympathy.
She lumbered around to glare at her husband.
Only, Remus wasn't reading. His eyes were crinkling at the corners, taking in the full curve of her belly. And certain other curves.
Tonks caught her breath.
It was no longer pickles and crisps she was craving.
[For nfwbls — Vorkosigan saga: Cordelia/Aral, distance. 300 words. G.]
Light Years
Cordelia pushed the curtain aside with one hand. The other hand touched her stomach, experimentally, and she wondered yet again how long it would be before she felt anything growing there.
It wasn't easy to see the stars on Barrayar. When she looked out from the low rambling house at Vorkosigan Surleau, there were clouds in the sky as often as not. Water in the air. She shook her head, half laughing at herself for living in a place with such an alien climate, instead of simply swooping in with her old Survey team to catalogue it.
Here in Vorbarr Sultana, where lights from aircars and government buildings filled the sky every night, the stars could almost never be seen at all.
Not that it mattered, really. There were multiple wormhole jumps—and undoubtedly a court-martial with her (former) name right on it—between Barrayar and Beta Colony, where she had left her mother, her brother, her career, the whole of the life that she had known. So it wasn't as though she would have been able to see her home sun, even if there had been stars tonight.
"Dear Captain. You're still awake?"
She turned away from the window, letting the heavy curtain drop. Aral looked exhausted. His new role in the Imperium weighed terribly heavily on him, and he hadn't even officially assumed it yet. But he smiled for her, and it took her breath away. Just as it always did.
The distance between Beta Colony and Vorbarr Sultana, between the duties of an Astronomical Survey captain and those of the Regent Consort of Barrayar, between being a daughter and being a mother, might as well be infinite.
But Aral's warm arms pulled her close until there was no distance between the two of them at all.
.
I meant to do exactly 100 words for each prompt, but since it's my first time playing in non-Potter ficverses, those may run longer. I'll still try to do exact multiples of 100, though.
And I, um, didn't intend to have a pregnancy theme going, but plotbunnies are plotbunnies...
mrstater — Harry Potter: Remus/Tonks, craving. 100 words. PG, for mild innuendo.]Cravings
Tonks glowered at the open cupboard. "I'm a ruddy cliché."
"Mmm," said Remus, behind her. He wasn't even listening. Probably had his nose buried in his book again.
Tonks glowered harder.
She hated being predictable—and here she was, seven months pregnant, desperate for pickles and crisps. She could have done with a little sympathy.
She lumbered around to glare at her husband.
Only, Remus wasn't reading. His eyes were crinkling at the corners, taking in the full curve of her belly. And certain other curves.
Tonks caught her breath.
It was no longer pickles and crisps she was craving.
nfwbls — Vorkosigan saga: Cordelia/Aral, distance. 300 words. G.]Light Years
Cordelia pushed the curtain aside with one hand. The other hand touched her stomach, experimentally, and she wondered yet again how long it would be before she felt anything growing there.
It wasn't easy to see the stars on Barrayar. When she looked out from the low rambling house at Vorkosigan Surleau, there were clouds in the sky as often as not. Water in the air. She shook her head, half laughing at herself for living in a place with such an alien climate, instead of simply swooping in with her old Survey team to catalogue it.
Here in Vorbarr Sultana, where lights from aircars and government buildings filled the sky every night, the stars could almost never be seen at all.
Not that it mattered, really. There were multiple wormhole jumps—and undoubtedly a court-martial with her (former) name right on it—between Barrayar and Beta Colony, where she had left her mother, her brother, her career, the whole of the life that she had known. So it wasn't as though she would have been able to see her home sun, even if there had been stars tonight.
"Dear Captain. You're still awake?"
She turned away from the window, letting the heavy curtain drop. Aral looked exhausted. His new role in the Imperium weighed terribly heavily on him, and he hadn't even officially assumed it yet. But he smiled for her, and it took her breath away. Just as it always did.
The distance between Beta Colony and Vorbarr Sultana, between the duties of an Astronomical Survey captain and those of the Regent Consort of Barrayar, between being a daughter and being a mother, might as well be infinite.
But Aral's warm arms pulled her close until there was no distance between the two of them at all.
.