Mini Drabble Dump
My parents decided to drag me along with them today as they looked at about ten thousand different furniture stores, and we were gone literally all day. True horror. To keep myself sane, I coughed up a couple drabbles on my trusty old BlackBerry. And, well. I...don't know where my head was at, because they are pretty fucked up. Although! I am pretty damn excited for how my room is going to look in a couple weeks. :D
So.
The first drabble would be for Narnia, featuring Jadis/Edmund. And I didn't mean to at all, but I think I totally ended up with a Vampire!Jadis? Guys, I dunno, honestly.
The second drabble is for HP, featuring Harry/Ginny with shades (more like beaucoups) of Tom/Ginny. I actually wrote this one because I think I had a weird dream-not-dream about this a couple nights ago, and it stayed with me, begging me to write it out. Who am I now, Stephenie Meyer?
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Narnia, Jadis/Edmund
She's been waiting for this for an eternity.
Her face and her throat are so pale, as pale as the bared length of her arms, but her mouth is just as he remembers - stained dark red, as though she has been eating of some strange, foreign fruit. Or perhaps it’s something else, although he can’t quite put his finger on it.
“I’d never hurt you, you know,” she murmurs, holding out a hand, long and slender fingers pointing at him. Her fingers are so much like his, that much he also remembers. He recalls what they feel like on his skin, icy on the initial point of contact before they trail paths of fire across his body.
He moves towards her, slowly, eyes looking into her own jet ones. There’s something about those eyes that compels him. He takes her hand - ah! How it burns. Presses a single dry kiss to the palm of it, doesn’t even wince when her fingers curl tightly around his chin to tilt his head up towards her.
“My darling Prince,” Jadis croons softly, and then she kisses him, thin lips curving up in triumph when the boy’s eyes slide shut and his body becomes as jelly in her arms.
She bares her teeth, her blood pounding an ancient beat in her ears as she thinks that she’s been waiting for this for an eternity, and -
In a bed in England, Edmund Pevensie’s sleeping form twitches once, twice, and is still.
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Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny, Tom/Ginny
He's loathe to let her go.
Dear, sweet Harry doesn’t ask her where she learned to do that, the way she moves when she’s on top of him, or the way she places her mouth on him. He’s too busy with the way she draws out his moans and makes him shudder for him to wonder. He loves her, too, so much so that he’d never think of her in any other way than as the perfect witch he’s fallen in love with. And for that she’s grateful. She wouldn’t even know where to begin.
Don’t you ever forget about me, Ginny Weasley, the striking dark-haired boy whispers in her ear, lazily drawing out the sibilance of the consonant in her name, almost making it sound like a profanity. She can feel the corners of his mouth curl up against the fragile shell of her ear, the tip of his tongue reaching out as he kisses her in a way that should be obscene, although she’s been familiar with it for a long time now. She’s somewhere in between not-quite-asleep and not-yet-awake. Just where Tom always liked her.
I couldn’t forget, anyway, she thinks, half to herself and half to him, and Harry turns over in his sleep, pulls her in a little bit closer, nuzzles her hair, perhaps even murmurs an I Love You. Her heart contracts a tiny bit.
Tom’s eyes gleam bright in the darkness when he smiles.
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*Headdesk*
In other news, I'm sitting here jamming the Amy Winehouse album, and...Holy shit, it is so good. I mean, I always knew she has a phenomenal voice (I'm so jealous, I want it), which makes all the news thingies I see about her overdosing here, overdosing there really depressing, because she's so talented. But this stuff is just...*FLAILS* Her version of "Valerie" that appears on Mark Ronson's covers album is love, now and forever, AMEN.
So.
The first drabble would be for Narnia, featuring Jadis/Edmund. And I didn't mean to at all, but I think I totally ended up with a Vampire!Jadis? Guys, I dunno, honestly.
The second drabble is for HP, featuring Harry/Ginny with shades (more like beaucoups) of Tom/Ginny. I actually wrote this one because I think I had a weird dream-not-dream about this a couple nights ago, and it stayed with me, begging me to write it out. Who am I now, Stephenie Meyer?
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Narnia, Jadis/Edmund
She's been waiting for this for an eternity.
Her face and her throat are so pale, as pale as the bared length of her arms, but her mouth is just as he remembers - stained dark red, as though she has been eating of some strange, foreign fruit. Or perhaps it’s something else, although he can’t quite put his finger on it.
“I’d never hurt you, you know,” she murmurs, holding out a hand, long and slender fingers pointing at him. Her fingers are so much like his, that much he also remembers. He recalls what they feel like on his skin, icy on the initial point of contact before they trail paths of fire across his body.
He moves towards her, slowly, eyes looking into her own jet ones. There’s something about those eyes that compels him. He takes her hand - ah! How it burns. Presses a single dry kiss to the palm of it, doesn’t even wince when her fingers curl tightly around his chin to tilt his head up towards her.
“My darling Prince,” Jadis croons softly, and then she kisses him, thin lips curving up in triumph when the boy’s eyes slide shut and his body becomes as jelly in her arms.
She bares her teeth, her blood pounding an ancient beat in her ears as she thinks that she’s been waiting for this for an eternity, and -
In a bed in England, Edmund Pevensie’s sleeping form twitches once, twice, and is still.
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Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny, Tom/Ginny
He's loathe to let her go.
Dear, sweet Harry doesn’t ask her where she learned to do that, the way she moves when she’s on top of him, or the way she places her mouth on him. He’s too busy with the way she draws out his moans and makes him shudder for him to wonder. He loves her, too, so much so that he’d never think of her in any other way than as the perfect witch he’s fallen in love with. And for that she’s grateful. She wouldn’t even know where to begin.
Don’t you ever forget about me, Ginny Weasley, the striking dark-haired boy whispers in her ear, lazily drawing out the sibilance of the consonant in her name, almost making it sound like a profanity. She can feel the corners of his mouth curl up against the fragile shell of her ear, the tip of his tongue reaching out as he kisses her in a way that should be obscene, although she’s been familiar with it for a long time now. She’s somewhere in between not-quite-asleep and not-yet-awake. Just where Tom always liked her.
I couldn’t forget, anyway, she thinks, half to herself and half to him, and Harry turns over in his sleep, pulls her in a little bit closer, nuzzles her hair, perhaps even murmurs an I Love You. Her heart contracts a tiny bit.
Tom’s eyes gleam bright in the darkness when he smiles.
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*Headdesk*
In other news, I'm sitting here jamming the Amy Winehouse album, and...Holy shit, it is so good. I mean, I always knew she has a phenomenal voice (I'm so jealous, I want it), which makes all the news thingies I see about her overdosing here, overdosing there really depressing, because she's so talented. But this stuff is just...*FLAILS* Her version of "Valerie" that appears on Mark Ronson's covers album is love, now and forever, AMEN.