List Completion
Well the stories that I kept intending to review, I have reviewed and I feel like some of the things on my long "to do" list within my head are actually getting done.
That would actually be of some importance since I looked at my calendar the other day and realized that I am about one month away from going off to college. I really should have already begun packing by now...lazy me...
Anyway, I've finished a few drabbles and they are to be found here...
Power to Refuse (195 words // Belle, Gaston)
He really does have a handsome face. Not “beautiful” or “pretty” like a young boy’s might be, but truly handsome as a man’s face should be with straight lines and sharp angles framing an iron jaw and attractive symetry. Combine that handsome face with that pleading tone and all the attention he’s given her, and it’s almost enough to make her say “Yes.” Yes, I’ll dance with you, Gaston. Yes, I’ll watch you prize-fight, Gaston. Yes, I’ll kiss you, Gaston. Yes, I’ll marry you, Gaston. She has to pinch her skin to remind herself that the handsome face is essentially the sum and total of his virtues. That her attention is not pleasant company to him, but simply a prize to be won. And if that isn’t a sufficient reminder, there’s that awfull feeling the wracks its claws down her back. It tells her that he’s looking at her from somewhere she can’t see. Just watching her. Like a half-starved fox lusting after the sweet taste of the fattest hen in the coop. It makes her shiver. It makes her insides crawl within her stomach. It gives Belle the power to say “No.”
- . e . n . d . -
Assumptions (179 words, Dick Grayson/Kara Zor-El, Roy Harper)
When Roy looks into the adjacent room, he sees Dick’s current fiance and really can’t hide the inclination of his eyebrows to hit the roof. Dick, meanwhile, looks...defensive.
“Well, Robbie, I confess that I’m a little surprized. This doesn’t seem like you. She’s so--”
“Young? I know, Roy. I really do, okay? I’ve heard it a thousand times already, but this is real. I love Kara. I’d be a liar if I said I don’t care what the others think, but I’m tired of caring what the others think. I...Clark’s given his blessing and Bruce has yet to say anything bad about it. That’s more than enough encouragement for me. I’m going to marry her, Roy, and I don’t care if you think she’s too--”
“I was gonna say ‘blonde’, dude.”
“Huh?”
“Think about it: Kory, Barbara, Cheyenne, and I know you say that Helena doesn’t count, but...after all that, I would never have pegged you as the kind of guy who would end up with a blonde.”
At that point, Dick Grayson has no words.
- . e . n . d . -
New Man (187 words, Jason/Donna)
There's been a certain edge in his eyes that frightened her from the beginning, but has been fading ever since she laid eyes on him after his revival. Something dangerous and crazy that she sees a little less of every day that she works beside him. She remembers him as she first met him, confident and violatile partly due to his youth and largley to to him. His time on the streets. His training with Batman. She remembers how she relied on that strength even then, and how he told her to stop. He isn’t telling her to stop now. It is difficult for her to reconcile the man who killed those crime lords with the man who stood vigil at Duela's funeral. It is almost impossible to see the man who beat Robin--Tim--within an inch of his life inside of the man who is clearly moved by that young man's speech about a speedster he never knew. Donna knows that should be no excuse, but she uses it anyway...allowing Jason Todd to hold her as the monitor clamors behind them determining their destiny.
- . e . n . d . -
That would actually be of some importance since I looked at my calendar the other day and realized that I am about one month away from going off to college. I really should have already begun packing by now...lazy me...
Anyway, I've finished a few drabbles and they are to be found here...
Power to Refuse (195 words // Belle, Gaston)
He really does have a handsome face. Not “beautiful” or “pretty” like a young boy’s might be, but truly handsome as a man’s face should be with straight lines and sharp angles framing an iron jaw and attractive symetry. Combine that handsome face with that pleading tone and all the attention he’s given her, and it’s almost enough to make her say “Yes.” Yes, I’ll dance with you, Gaston. Yes, I’ll watch you prize-fight, Gaston. Yes, I’ll kiss you, Gaston. Yes, I’ll marry you, Gaston. She has to pinch her skin to remind herself that the handsome face is essentially the sum and total of his virtues. That her attention is not pleasant company to him, but simply a prize to be won. And if that isn’t a sufficient reminder, there’s that awfull feeling the wracks its claws down her back. It tells her that he’s looking at her from somewhere she can’t see. Just watching her. Like a half-starved fox lusting after the sweet taste of the fattest hen in the coop. It makes her shiver. It makes her insides crawl within her stomach. It gives Belle the power to say “No.”
- . e . n . d . -
Assumptions (179 words, Dick Grayson/Kara Zor-El, Roy Harper)
When Roy looks into the adjacent room, he sees Dick’s current fiance and really can’t hide the inclination of his eyebrows to hit the roof. Dick, meanwhile, looks...defensive.
“Well, Robbie, I confess that I’m a little surprized. This doesn’t seem like you. She’s so--”
“Young? I know, Roy. I really do, okay? I’ve heard it a thousand times already, but this is real. I love Kara. I’d be a liar if I said I don’t care what the others think, but I’m tired of caring what the others think. I...Clark’s given his blessing and Bruce has yet to say anything bad about it. That’s more than enough encouragement for me. I’m going to marry her, Roy, and I don’t care if you think she’s too--”
“I was gonna say ‘blonde’, dude.”
“Huh?”
“Think about it: Kory, Barbara, Cheyenne, and I know you say that Helena doesn’t count, but...after all that, I would never have pegged you as the kind of guy who would end up with a blonde.”
At that point, Dick Grayson has no words.
- . e . n . d . -
New Man (187 words, Jason/Donna)
There's been a certain edge in his eyes that frightened her from the beginning, but has been fading ever since she laid eyes on him after his revival. Something dangerous and crazy that she sees a little less of every day that she works beside him. She remembers him as she first met him, confident and violatile partly due to his youth and largley to to him. His time on the streets. His training with Batman. She remembers how she relied on that strength even then, and how he told her to stop. He isn’t telling her to stop now. It is difficult for her to reconcile the man who killed those crime lords with the man who stood vigil at Duela's funeral. It is almost impossible to see the man who beat Robin--Tim--within an inch of his life inside of the man who is clearly moved by that young man's speech about a speedster he never knew. Donna knows that should be no excuse, but she uses it anyway...allowing Jason Todd to hold her as the monitor clamors behind them determining their destiny.
- . e . n . d . -