Drabble+: The Mysterious Glabe Curious
Prompt: Chloe and Lola's thoughts on their caretaker, the mysterious Glabe Curious
Characters: Lola and Chloe Curious
Wordcount: 344
Imagecount: 0
Warnings: very minor language
What's this? A drabble? I'm surprised, too, but I'm hardly going to argue with writing inspiration coming back to me. It's about time! ^_^ This is an older prompt, but the drabble takes place during the current timeline in S,HWC, and the colony mentioned is the same one that Stella has been talking about.
Lola thumbed through the old shoebox, smiling as she revisited those well-worn photographs.
"Haven't seen those in a while," Chloe remarked, as she walked past to turn on the television.
Lola looked down at Glabe's smiling face, with Chloe and her huddled into her at either side. In the background was the lush growth of Gothier Green Lawns, one of their favourite weekend haunts.
"It's too bad we never had a chance for everyone to know her. It seems like such a missed opportunity." After a pause, she continued, "I don't think our father was ever very happy that she left the family business to travel the world as an exorcist." Another breath or two, then, "He probably couldn't begin to understand how someone could decide they'd had enough of UFOs. You know what he was like."
"He seemed happy enough about the convenience when we came along."
"You really should just forgive him for it."
"Yeah, probably. But shit happens. I know it was mostly because of Kitty and blah blah blah, but he could have had a bit of a backbone."
"For yourself, I mean."
"Yeah," she shrugged. "Too bad about that."
Lola gathered all the photos back together and lined them up before placing them back in the box.
She turned to Chloe. "So I've decided to take the job."
"I thought you would."
"I'm going to go, but I'm still not sure about the breeding aspect of it. Maybe if someone else does all the work. I've agreed to doing something more hands-on. They're going to need defenses set up for the new colony, and with my previous work skills..."
"You're so much like her, you know. I got her hair, but you have her spirit."
Lola smiled, happy with the comparison. "You'll never believe what they call the position."
Chloe continued to flick through the channels, and Lola approached to join her on the sofa. She looked at the side of Chloe's head until she finally turned to look back at her.
"I'm going to be a space pirate."
Characters: Lola and Chloe Curious
Wordcount: 344
Imagecount: 0
Warnings: very minor language
What's this? A drabble? I'm surprised, too, but I'm hardly going to argue with writing inspiration coming back to me. It's about time! ^_^ This is an older prompt, but the drabble takes place during the current timeline in S,HWC, and the colony mentioned is the same one that Stella has been talking about.
Lola thumbed through the old shoebox, smiling as she revisited those well-worn photographs.
"Haven't seen those in a while," Chloe remarked, as she walked past to turn on the television.
Lola looked down at Glabe's smiling face, with Chloe and her huddled into her at either side. In the background was the lush growth of Gothier Green Lawns, one of their favourite weekend haunts.
"It's too bad we never had a chance for everyone to know her. It seems like such a missed opportunity." After a pause, she continued, "I don't think our father was ever very happy that she left the family business to travel the world as an exorcist." Another breath or two, then, "He probably couldn't begin to understand how someone could decide they'd had enough of UFOs. You know what he was like."
"He seemed happy enough about the convenience when we came along."
"You really should just forgive him for it."
"Yeah, probably. But shit happens. I know it was mostly because of Kitty and blah blah blah, but he could have had a bit of a backbone."
"For yourself, I mean."
"Yeah," she shrugged. "Too bad about that."
Lola gathered all the photos back together and lined them up before placing them back in the box.
She turned to Chloe. "So I've decided to take the job."
"I thought you would."
"I'm going to go, but I'm still not sure about the breeding aspect of it. Maybe if someone else does all the work. I've agreed to doing something more hands-on. They're going to need defenses set up for the new colony, and with my previous work skills..."
"You're so much like her, you know. I got her hair, but you have her spirit."
Lola smiled, happy with the comparison. "You'll never believe what they call the position."
Chloe continued to flick through the channels, and Lola approached to join her on the sofa. She looked at the side of Chloe's head until she finally turned to look back at her.
"I'm going to be a space pirate."