Multifandom Drabble 2019, round 2
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shinonMultifandom Drabble ran a second time this year and I... actually signed up properly! Instead of just loitering around throwing extra gifts at people! And it ended up that my haul was great and there were far fewer prompts available I could write for, but I did have a lot of fun with the ones I could.
Prydain: Ellidyr and Taran; double drabble for![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
Verecunda
He had a name, a sword, and Islimach, the strength of his arm, and frayed hand-me-down finery he'd had to repair himself, and nothing else. It was enough. Or, in a just world, it would earn him the war leaders' respect, and that would be enough. He would hold his head up, and endure no insults or sidelong glances or mutterings about some fanciful black beast – it was enough. It was enough. He was a proud warrior and a prince, and as long as Islimach understood him, what need had Ellidyr for other people?
But the pig boy – he had no name, and an insolent attitude, and a thin yet apparently permanent covering of grime. And a steed of no little quality, and the indulgence of Gwydion and Dallben, and his whole irritating little passel of companions, swelling this miserable traveling party with their insipid friendliness.
And he spoke to Islimach as if he knew her, and he touched Ellidyr's elbow and asked about his wounds.
You're less than me, Ellidyr wanted to scream. If I'm not enough, what business do you have being happy? You condescend to pity me?
He slapped Taran's hand away and stalked into the trees.
More Prydain: Fflewddur and Llyan; single drabble forVerecunda
Llyan was not a normal steed. A horse, you could let graze while you rested; Llyan needed to hunt. She wouldn't be tied up, either. Fflewddur would dismount – in truth he'd barely have time to get his foot clear – and she'd bound off into the brush without so much as a by your leave, and come back only in her own good time.
A horse did not make you gifts of squirrel pelts, either. But then, a horse had never sprawled beside him purring for half the night. And he'd never met a horse so eager to hear him play.
Faust (Goethe): Faust and Mephistopheles, science fiction AU; single drabble forRuis
Dr. Faust opened the stasis pod using an armature controlled through a wall double-buttressed with force fields. He brought the temperature up slowly and evenly. He was fully prepared, if anything got loose, to seal his laboratory off from the rest of the university station and its life support systems. He took all the correct precautions for reviving ancient entities you found drifting between the stars, and yet...
“What mysteries might you unravel?” he asked, rhetorically, as the frost in the chamber receded.
“Well, for one,” a dry voice said nearby, “you don't look like you know how to party.”
Prydain: Ellidyr and Taran; double drabble for
He had a name, a sword, and Islimach, the strength of his arm, and frayed hand-me-down finery he'd had to repair himself, and nothing else. It was enough. Or, in a just world, it would earn him the war leaders' respect, and that would be enough. He would hold his head up, and endure no insults or sidelong glances or mutterings about some fanciful black beast – it was enough. It was enough. He was a proud warrior and a prince, and as long as Islimach understood him, what need had Ellidyr for other people?
But the pig boy – he had no name, and an insolent attitude, and a thin yet apparently permanent covering of grime. And a steed of no little quality, and the indulgence of Gwydion and Dallben, and his whole irritating little passel of companions, swelling this miserable traveling party with their insipid friendliness.
And he spoke to Islimach as if he knew her, and he touched Ellidyr's elbow and asked about his wounds.
You're less than me, Ellidyr wanted to scream. If I'm not enough, what business do you have being happy? You condescend to pity me?
He slapped Taran's hand away and stalked into the trees.
More Prydain: Fflewddur and Llyan; single drabble for
Llyan was not a normal steed. A horse, you could let graze while you rested; Llyan needed to hunt. She wouldn't be tied up, either. Fflewddur would dismount – in truth he'd barely have time to get his foot clear – and she'd bound off into the brush without so much as a by your leave, and come back only in her own good time.
A horse did not make you gifts of squirrel pelts, either. But then, a horse had never sprawled beside him purring for half the night. And he'd never met a horse so eager to hear him play.
Faust (Goethe): Faust and Mephistopheles, science fiction AU; single drabble for
Dr. Faust opened the stasis pod using an armature controlled through a wall double-buttressed with force fields. He brought the temperature up slowly and evenly. He was fully prepared, if anything got loose, to seal his laboratory off from the rest of the university station and its life support systems. He took all the correct precautions for reviving ancient entities you found drifting between the stars, and yet...
“What mysteries might you unravel?” he asked, rhetorically, as the frost in the chamber receded.
“Well, for one,” a dry voice said nearby, “you don't look like you know how to party.”
