10 icon based drabbles
YAY! Icon challenge. Write a drabble (100 words exactly) based on your current default icon. No changing it! Just write it as it comes; no beta-reading or mulling over.
I did one to each icon, though. Just Cause.
Drabble names:
Wind
Rose's Kiss
Gone
Of Paper Crowns
Goddess
Words
Time
Runaway Bride
Her Name
Bad Wolf
Wind
Cold wind blew across rooftops, tussling wild hair, and billowing striped jacket, brushing away a single tear. A solitary figure paused in its silent trudging, and looked in the direction of the wind, almost as if regretting the loss of the tear, but continued onward.
From surging waves of angry salt, a few droplets splash upward to rain across an unmoving figure in the sand. Blonde hair rustles in the ceaseless wind, and dark eyes turn up to the heavens in pleading. As if in answer, a single drop of water falls from a clear sky to adorn tearstained cheeks.
Rose's Kiss
Sweeping tongue, wandering hands with specific purpose, and a surge of hormones and confusion. Warmth molds up against his coolness in perfect form, as if it were created to fit that one place in the universe.
Breathlessness and a soft gasp of longing as hazy eyes watch the blonde-haired form of his beloved prance away. Something was wrong with her, someone had done something terrible, and would pay dearly for it. A soft sigh escapes him, if only it had been Rose. But his Rose would never have kissed him, no matter how much he might have dreamt for it.
Gone
"Bring me back!" The empty room resounded with the smack of flesh on the plastered wall. "I said, bring me BACK!"
A broken sob slips through her, as she falls against the wall, tears smudging mascara across the white paint. This wasn't how it was supposed to go...all of her planning and dreaming gone up in smoke. This couldn't be how they said goodbye for the last time.
Another sob, as her body sags in weakness. She never got the chance to tell him what mattered most. And now her Doctor was gone. All she had ever dared to love.
Of paper crowns
He pulled out his glasses--of all the side-effects of regeneration he'd experienced, far-sightedness was a first. Rose's laugh caused him to look over, she was grinning stupidly at him.
"What is it?" He returned the grin.
"You really do look like a lord wearing that crown."
He paused, before smiling. "Lord of paper crowns."
She giggled again, and resumed eating, readjusting her pink crown. He couldn't help a private grin as she glanced up at him curiously. If tonight he was the lord of paper crowns, then she was his lady. Not that he would ever admit that out loud.
Goddess
Dark, empty, alone. Footsteps echoed on metallic grating with a hollowness that echoed his heart. 3045 days, 17 hours, 45 minutes, and 28 seconds since she had left, and it might as well have been forever.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he fell back into his bed, throwing the covers over himself. He rarely needed sleep, but as of late he found himself retreating more and more often into it. Because...in his dreams there she was, smiling, glowing in the beautiful golden light of time, and leaning down to press a comforting kiss onto his lips.
His Goddess.
Words
Arms folded in silence watching Rose chew someone out about Jackie. He personally avoided anything about Jackie, but it was Rose's perogative to defend her. He paid the exchange no mind, until the conversation was directed toward him by an alien who mistook his silence for passiveness. It wouldn't have made that mistake had it been on Vivandi when an overzealous boy tried to paw at Rose.
He was a man that had too many words to say, and ended up spouting nonsenisical speeches, but there was one area that words were overrated. Anyone who ever harmed Rose knew that.
Time
The wall's half-imagined warmth faded into nothingness, and her hands slipped from the wall as her hope evaporated into despair. Perhaps it froze instead, because it felt so much heavier than the jubulience she had felt not so long ago when she had dared to promise forever.
Eyes fell shut as a half-hearted sob escaped her without notice. Boys promised the world, the stars, and the moon, and never gave them. He had promised nothing and given her all of time. Who would have thought, of all the people in the universe, that their time could run out so quickly?
Runaway Bride
"What?"
The figure turned, and blinked at him. "Where am I?"
"What?"
It wasn't possible. She couldn't be here.
Eyes widened as they met his, and she made a few steps toward him. "How did I get here?"
His throat closed as he opened his mouth, and he had to retry. "What are you..."
"C-Costume party." She smiled sheepishly. "I'm the runaway bride."
He smiled finally, and crossed the distance to envelop her in a hug. "Rose."
"I missed you." She said softly, tears in her eyes.
"I love you." He replied earnestly.
She smiled at him, and kissed him.
Her Name
A thousand memories flashed by he spoke her name, and he found himself closing the door to fight off the wave of grief that crashed over him. His eyes closed, and he took a steadying breath. It didn't help. Over the last three months, his cheeks wetted with tears more often than he had thought possible. That was enough. He had mourned her and moved on. That was what he did. Because she was alive, she was...she was...
He input the coordinates with more fierceness than needed, and slumped against the console, surrendering to overwhelming grief. Rose was gone. Forever.
Bad Wolf
Energy, time, and space curled away, disappating into the air, and then cycling back. She was everything and nothing at once, eternity was lain bare before her, and existance bowed beneath her. She walked with purpose, seeing and knowing all and ignoring everything but the one with arms outstretched, a soft, pleading smile saying 'Come with me'.
Bad Wolf reached out and was pulled close to cool warmth and soothing endearment. The burning of a billion suns in her mind cooled under the brush of his lips, and the pain of a trillion goodbyes bled away into his blissful love.
I did one to each icon, though. Just Cause.
Drabble names:
Wind
Rose's Kiss
Gone
Of Paper Crowns
Goddess
Words
Time
Runaway Bride
Her Name
Bad Wolf
Wind
Cold wind blew across rooftops, tussling wild hair, and billowing striped jacket, brushing away a single tear. A solitary figure paused in its silent trudging, and looked in the direction of the wind, almost as if regretting the loss of the tear, but continued onward.
From surging waves of angry salt, a few droplets splash upward to rain across an unmoving figure in the sand. Blonde hair rustles in the ceaseless wind, and dark eyes turn up to the heavens in pleading. As if in answer, a single drop of water falls from a clear sky to adorn tearstained cheeks.
Rose's Kiss
Sweeping tongue, wandering hands with specific purpose, and a surge of hormones and confusion. Warmth molds up against his coolness in perfect form, as if it were created to fit that one place in the universe.
Breathlessness and a soft gasp of longing as hazy eyes watch the blonde-haired form of his beloved prance away. Something was wrong with her, someone had done something terrible, and would pay dearly for it. A soft sigh escapes him, if only it had been Rose. But his Rose would never have kissed him, no matter how much he might have dreamt for it.
Gone
"Bring me back!" The empty room resounded with the smack of flesh on the plastered wall. "I said, bring me BACK!"
A broken sob slips through her, as she falls against the wall, tears smudging mascara across the white paint. This wasn't how it was supposed to go...all of her planning and dreaming gone up in smoke. This couldn't be how they said goodbye for the last time.
Another sob, as her body sags in weakness. She never got the chance to tell him what mattered most. And now her Doctor was gone. All she had ever dared to love.
Of paper crowns
He pulled out his glasses--of all the side-effects of regeneration he'd experienced, far-sightedness was a first. Rose's laugh caused him to look over, she was grinning stupidly at him.
"What is it?" He returned the grin.
"You really do look like a lord wearing that crown."
He paused, before smiling. "Lord of paper crowns."
She giggled again, and resumed eating, readjusting her pink crown. He couldn't help a private grin as she glanced up at him curiously. If tonight he was the lord of paper crowns, then she was his lady. Not that he would ever admit that out loud.
Goddess
Dark, empty, alone. Footsteps echoed on metallic grating with a hollowness that echoed his heart. 3045 days, 17 hours, 45 minutes, and 28 seconds since she had left, and it might as well have been forever.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he fell back into his bed, throwing the covers over himself. He rarely needed sleep, but as of late he found himself retreating more and more often into it. Because...in his dreams there she was, smiling, glowing in the beautiful golden light of time, and leaning down to press a comforting kiss onto his lips.
His Goddess.
Words
Arms folded in silence watching Rose chew someone out about Jackie. He personally avoided anything about Jackie, but it was Rose's perogative to defend her. He paid the exchange no mind, until the conversation was directed toward him by an alien who mistook his silence for passiveness. It wouldn't have made that mistake had it been on Vivandi when an overzealous boy tried to paw at Rose.
He was a man that had too many words to say, and ended up spouting nonsenisical speeches, but there was one area that words were overrated. Anyone who ever harmed Rose knew that.
Time
The wall's half-imagined warmth faded into nothingness, and her hands slipped from the wall as her hope evaporated into despair. Perhaps it froze instead, because it felt so much heavier than the jubulience she had felt not so long ago when she had dared to promise forever.
Eyes fell shut as a half-hearted sob escaped her without notice. Boys promised the world, the stars, and the moon, and never gave them. He had promised nothing and given her all of time. Who would have thought, of all the people in the universe, that their time could run out so quickly?
Runaway Bride
"What?"
The figure turned, and blinked at him. "Where am I?"
"What?"
It wasn't possible. She couldn't be here.
Eyes widened as they met his, and she made a few steps toward him. "How did I get here?"
His throat closed as he opened his mouth, and he had to retry. "What are you..."
"C-Costume party." She smiled sheepishly. "I'm the runaway bride."
He smiled finally, and crossed the distance to envelop her in a hug. "Rose."
"I missed you." She said softly, tears in her eyes.
"I love you." He replied earnestly.
She smiled at him, and kissed him.
Her Name
A thousand memories flashed by he spoke her name, and he found himself closing the door to fight off the wave of grief that crashed over him. His eyes closed, and he took a steadying breath. It didn't help. Over the last three months, his cheeks wetted with tears more often than he had thought possible. That was enough. He had mourned her and moved on. That was what he did. Because she was alive, she was...she was...
He input the coordinates with more fierceness than needed, and slumped against the console, surrendering to overwhelming grief. Rose was gone. Forever.
Bad Wolf
Energy, time, and space curled away, disappating into the air, and then cycling back. She was everything and nothing at once, eternity was lain bare before her, and existance bowed beneath her. She walked with purpose, seeing and knowing all and ignoring everything but the one with arms outstretched, a soft, pleading smile saying 'Come with me'.
Bad Wolf reached out and was pulled close to cool warmth and soothing endearment. The burning of a billion suns in her mind cooled under the brush of his lips, and the pain of a trillion goodbyes bled away into his blissful love.