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acquiescenceSo does anyone remember those drabbles I promised like 2 weeks ago now? Yeah, so I just got around to them tonight, I've been working on a monster of a Heroes fic and so that's been sucking up my writing mood. But I wanted a break from that tonight, and thus we have the drabbles written. :)
First we have a drabble for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_rainbow_jen and she requested the Labyrinth and self-reflexivity.
“Sarah, Beware. I have been generous up to now, but I can be cruel.” Did the child not understand everything he had done? He had played his part since the moment she had called out for him.
It was always like this. Jareth would play his part. He would say his lines and act in all the right places to create the perfect story for each person who came into his labyrinth. This was just another story that he had to take part in, nothing unusual about that.
“Generous? What have you done that’s generous?”
The child really was irritating. Could she not see all that he had done for her? He’d acted out every fantasy that she had ever had of his world. He’d made himself into a caricature all for her amusement – could she really not see it?
It always ended like this; they hated him for doing the very things they expected of him. They saw nothing of who he really was, they could never see this was all an act for their own benefit.
“Everything!” It was the truth, from the moment she had called out to him, he’d done exactly what she wanted, and everything she could have ever imagined he’d created. His labyrinth had been changed completely to fit her ideas about it.
“Everything that you wanted I have done. You wanted that the child be taken. I took him.” He looked her over. “You cowered before me. I was frightening.” Could she really not see it was all an act? That he was merely a character in her story.
“I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you. I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me.”
It seemed, this meeting, was to end like all the others. She would never be able to see who he really was, not so long as he was forced to live up to her expectations. And he could never truly show her who he was so long as she continued to live out this fantasy. And yet again he would lose.
“Is that not generous?”
And the second is forcontinentalop who requested Kaylee/Simon with music.
“This is nice.” She said softly, still shy around him after so many years together now. The music was filling the engine room as they lay together in her hammock.
“Yes, it is.” He had an arm wrapped around her shoulders and was breathing in her scent – engine oil, grease, and something that was simply Kaylee, that bit of her that was there after she showered, and while she slept, it filled his nose and then set the rest of his body humming. Even after years aboard Firefly, and years spent with her – he’d never gotten used to that scent. It never failed to excite him.
They were enjoying a stolen moment of peace together, just listening to a few strains of music that were drifting through the quiet ship. They were all relaxing by the sounds of it, they’d just completed a rather interesting mission – to put it lightly.
Her cheeks were streaked with grease, and his hair was a mess. They were both exhausted and probably should have been using the time to sleep, like most of the others were, and yet he couldn’t manage to pull himself away from her then.
It was at times like these that he needed her most, that he needed to feel the warmth of her skin pressed against his, that he needed to feel the slow steady beating of her heart against her breast, that he needed to fill himself with her scent again. He wouldn’t have been able to make it through the next round of patients in his infirmary if he didn’t steal time like this. She was what kept him going.
“Kaylee!” Mal called out down the hall. She shot up from her spot in Simon’s arms, knocking them both to the ground in a jumble of arms and legs, just as Mal stepped into the engine room.
“You have a bunk for a reason,” Mal shook his head, as he looked at them on the floor – Simon on top of Kaylee. “And you Kaylee, I am not paying you to be lying around, need you to get back to work.” Mal was hard when he needed to be, but even then his voice held a bit of softness to it.
“You too, Doctor. We got things to do afore we get to port.” The music had drifted away and the familiar noises that usually filled the ship had replaced it.
And with that Mal strode back down the hall. Simon kissed her again, still tangled together on the floor, her lips searing against his and her body warm and lithe against his. They would have to make time for another stolen moment as soon as they could – he needed her in the worst way already.
And there you have it. I hope you enjoy :)
First we have a drabble for
the_rainbow_jen and she requested the Labyrinth and self-reflexivity. “Sarah, Beware. I have been generous up to now, but I can be cruel.” Did the child not understand everything he had done? He had played his part since the moment she had called out for him.
It was always like this. Jareth would play his part. He would say his lines and act in all the right places to create the perfect story for each person who came into his labyrinth. This was just another story that he had to take part in, nothing unusual about that.
“Generous? What have you done that’s generous?”
The child really was irritating. Could she not see all that he had done for her? He’d acted out every fantasy that she had ever had of his world. He’d made himself into a caricature all for her amusement – could she really not see it?
It always ended like this; they hated him for doing the very things they expected of him. They saw nothing of who he really was, they could never see this was all an act for their own benefit.
“Everything!” It was the truth, from the moment she had called out to him, he’d done exactly what she wanted, and everything she could have ever imagined he’d created. His labyrinth had been changed completely to fit her ideas about it.
“Everything that you wanted I have done. You wanted that the child be taken. I took him.” He looked her over. “You cowered before me. I was frightening.” Could she really not see it was all an act? That he was merely a character in her story.
“I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you. I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me.”
It seemed, this meeting, was to end like all the others. She would never be able to see who he really was, not so long as he was forced to live up to her expectations. And he could never truly show her who he was so long as she continued to live out this fantasy. And yet again he would lose.
“Is that not generous?”
And the second is for
continentalop who requested Kaylee/Simon with music.“This is nice.” She said softly, still shy around him after so many years together now. The music was filling the engine room as they lay together in her hammock.
“Yes, it is.” He had an arm wrapped around her shoulders and was breathing in her scent – engine oil, grease, and something that was simply Kaylee, that bit of her that was there after she showered, and while she slept, it filled his nose and then set the rest of his body humming. Even after years aboard Firefly, and years spent with her – he’d never gotten used to that scent. It never failed to excite him.
They were enjoying a stolen moment of peace together, just listening to a few strains of music that were drifting through the quiet ship. They were all relaxing by the sounds of it, they’d just completed a rather interesting mission – to put it lightly.
Her cheeks were streaked with grease, and his hair was a mess. They were both exhausted and probably should have been using the time to sleep, like most of the others were, and yet he couldn’t manage to pull himself away from her then.
It was at times like these that he needed her most, that he needed to feel the warmth of her skin pressed against his, that he needed to feel the slow steady beating of her heart against her breast, that he needed to fill himself with her scent again. He wouldn’t have been able to make it through the next round of patients in his infirmary if he didn’t steal time like this. She was what kept him going.
“Kaylee!” Mal called out down the hall. She shot up from her spot in Simon’s arms, knocking them both to the ground in a jumble of arms and legs, just as Mal stepped into the engine room.
“You have a bunk for a reason,” Mal shook his head, as he looked at them on the floor – Simon on top of Kaylee. “And you Kaylee, I am not paying you to be lying around, need you to get back to work.” Mal was hard when he needed to be, but even then his voice held a bit of softness to it.
“You too, Doctor. We got things to do afore we get to port.” The music had drifted away and the familiar noises that usually filled the ship had replaced it.
And with that Mal strode back down the hall. Simon kissed her again, still tangled together on the floor, her lips searing against his and her body warm and lithe against his. They would have to make time for another stolen moment as soon as they could – he needed her in the worst way already.
And there you have it. I hope you enjoy :)