Drabbles, part 4
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shimotsukiThe drabble meme is popping up all over my f-list again, which is great fun. But it also reminds me that I never quite finished the last one, from August(!).
This is one of the non-HP fandoms that I most wanted an excuse to try. Except that when it came down to it and I had prompt in hand, I discovered I was all intimidated, heh. But now, without further ado, let me present:
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gilpin25 — Discworld: Carrot/Angua, and child. 350 words. G.]
Expectations
A teeming den of thieves.
A cutpurse with a long sharp knife.
A dwarf baker whose battle bread has just been insulted.
Angua's list of Things She'd Rather Be Facing At The Moment was growing quickly.
A troll out of his mind on Slab. Or even bad Scrape.
Lady Sybil had swept into the Watch House like a ship at full sail. "Oh, Angua! I need to talk to Sam. Would you look after Young Sam for me, just for a minute?"
Angua's mouth had opened. It had closed. No sound had come out. But apparently Lady Sybil thought mouth motion was a sign of assent.
In any case, Angua now found herself staring helplessly down at Young Sam. His face had gone an alarming shade of red. His eyes were screwed tightly shut. And he was taking a very deep breath.
A silver collar with my name engraved on it.
"Look," she said, her mind scrabbling for purchase inside her shiny helmet. "I'll find you something nice to play with until Mummy comes back. How's that?"
Young Sam opened his eyes. The impending howl emerged as a vaguely intrigued "Ulp."
Ledger—teacup—mace? The array of objects on Angua's desk was not exactly approved for early childhood education.
The small red lip began to tremble again.
"Here we are!" said Angua brightly. One hand went to her belt and loosened the first non-sharp object it found. "A truncheon!"
Young Sam's eyes lit up. He reached for the truncheon, which, now that Angua had a chance to look at it in good light, seemed to be covered with a number of dark greasy-looking smears.
"There's a good boy," she said weakly, watching him gnaw at it. Maybe she could hide the thing before Lady Sybil saw it.
"Angua!"
Carrot stood there, beaming at her. Her pulse quickened at the sight of his smile (damn him).
"You see? I told you there was nothing to worry about." He came over to give Young Sam a gentle pat on the head with one broad hand. "Of course you're good with children."
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This is one of the non-HP fandoms that I most wanted an excuse to try. Except that when it came down to it and I had prompt in hand, I discovered I was all intimidated, heh. But now, without further ado, let me present:
gilpin25 — Discworld: Carrot/Angua, and child. 350 words. G.] Expectations
A teeming den of thieves.
A cutpurse with a long sharp knife.
A dwarf baker whose battle bread has just been insulted.
Angua's list of Things She'd Rather Be Facing At The Moment was growing quickly.
A troll out of his mind on Slab. Or even bad Scrape.
Lady Sybil had swept into the Watch House like a ship at full sail. "Oh, Angua! I need to talk to Sam. Would you look after Young Sam for me, just for a minute?"
Angua's mouth had opened. It had closed. No sound had come out. But apparently Lady Sybil thought mouth motion was a sign of assent.
In any case, Angua now found herself staring helplessly down at Young Sam. His face had gone an alarming shade of red. His eyes were screwed tightly shut. And he was taking a very deep breath.
A silver collar with my name engraved on it.
"Look," she said, her mind scrabbling for purchase inside her shiny helmet. "I'll find you something nice to play with until Mummy comes back. How's that?"
Young Sam opened his eyes. The impending howl emerged as a vaguely intrigued "Ulp."
Ledger—teacup—mace? The array of objects on Angua's desk was not exactly approved for early childhood education.
The small red lip began to tremble again.
"Here we are!" said Angua brightly. One hand went to her belt and loosened the first non-sharp object it found. "A truncheon!"
Young Sam's eyes lit up. He reached for the truncheon, which, now that Angua had a chance to look at it in good light, seemed to be covered with a number of dark greasy-looking smears.
"There's a good boy," she said weakly, watching him gnaw at it. Maybe she could hide the thing before Lady Sybil saw it.
"Angua!"
Carrot stood there, beaming at her. Her pulse quickened at the sight of his smile (damn him).
"You see? I told you there was nothing to worry about." He came over to give Young Sam a gentle pat on the head with one broad hand. "Of course you're good with children."
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Date: 2009-01-13 09:44 pm (UTC)I have nothing to say but Ha! ;)