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I'm still soldiering on there, even though it appears VC_M has taken somewhat of a nap as of late... Tumblr is partially to blame, not just for my absence, but other people's too. It will never fully replace the intensity of a lively discussion post here, however, so I really hope people meander back to DW/LJ in time for what appeared to be a very well-participated holiday Drabble action... siiigh...
So because of those reasons, I keep trying to give a little CPR to VC_M, and fortunately, I was also inspired enough today to write the following in response to DD 10/13/13:DRABBLE DIMANCHE: WINTER IS COMING
I have to admit again, for the billionth time, that GULFPORT really destroyed my confidence in my own writing, why bother, after all, when GULFPORT is out there and so well done?! Well, GULFPORT is unfinished, for one thing, and also... I needed sufficient inspiration, needed a drabble to pour out on its own, because trying to shoehorn complicated ideas was not working.
SO! Submitted for your approval...
~ ♦ ~
We walk at a brisk pace, through the divine calm of the slowly falling snow. Occasionally stealing a glance at Louis, I admire the tiny crystalline snowflakes decorating his disheveled locks. His hands are inaccessible, shoved deeply into his pockets, but he allowed me to slip my arm through his when I feigned a chill at the slight breeze.
We pass by a sidewalk tableau: several tourists vigorously stroke the manes of a pair of regal carriage horses, and I partially stifle a laugh with my gloved fist.
Louis makes eye contact for the first time in an hour. “What amuses the brat prince?”
Reigning it in, he'd find it vulgar, I reply, “Nothing.”
“I like to laugh, too, you know.”
“Yeah, right, once in a blue moon!” I give him a playful squeeze. Louis eyes me icily.
“Ah, leave it, wouldn’t have amused you anyway. My dirty little mind…”
“Oh, now you HAVE to tell.”
“Is that sarcasm? Are you attempting sarcasm?” This is pushing it, his jaw tightens, but I can't stop now. “I’m so proud of you! It failed, by the way, but do keep trying-”
Louis stops. “I'm legitimately curious.”
“Well! Since you're legitimately curious...” I toss my hair back. “See those women back there? Petting the carriage horses?” I turn him by the shoulder to face them.
“Yes, I see them,”
“The carriage driver's faces… the angle of the horse’s heads…”
“What are you driving at?”
“It was … is ... symbolic … fellating.”
“What?”
Leaning in as if to kiss, “Y'know, 'fellaaayyy-tio.' 'Fellating.' 'To fellate.' ”
He gives me a shove. Personal space. “I'm familiar with the word. How did they-”
“Mon Dieu!” I toss up my hands. “If it's explained in such minute detail, it’s not funny anymore.”
“No, let me try… So you were thinking… that...” he begins.
“Yes?”
“...that the way they're stroking those horses …”
I bite my lip, starting to laugh again. “...and that the drivers above the animals are watching so smugly…”
“Yeees…?”
His face lights up, his hands rush to cover his mouth, “I see it… ha ha ha! I see it…”
As he laughs, heartily now, I seize the opportunity to run a finger along his cheek, “Ah, so you ARE capable of laughter.”
“Once in a blue moon…”
~ ♦ ~
So because of those reasons, I keep trying to give a little CPR to VC_M, and fortunately, I was also inspired enough today to write the following in response to DD 10/13/13:DRABBLE DIMANCHE: WINTER IS COMING
I have to admit again, for the billionth time, that GULFPORT really destroyed my confidence in my own writing, why bother, after all, when GULFPORT is out there and so well done?! Well, GULFPORT is unfinished, for one thing, and also... I needed sufficient inspiration, needed a drabble to pour out on its own, because trying to shoehorn complicated ideas was not working.
SO! Submitted for your approval...
~ ♦ ~
We walk at a brisk pace, through the divine calm of the slowly falling snow. Occasionally stealing a glance at Louis, I admire the tiny crystalline snowflakes decorating his disheveled locks. His hands are inaccessible, shoved deeply into his pockets, but he allowed me to slip my arm through his when I feigned a chill at the slight breeze.
We pass by a sidewalk tableau: several tourists vigorously stroke the manes of a pair of regal carriage horses, and I partially stifle a laugh with my gloved fist.
Louis makes eye contact for the first time in an hour. “What amuses the brat prince?”
Reigning it in, he'd find it vulgar, I reply, “Nothing.”
“I like to laugh, too, you know.”
“Yeah, right, once in a blue moon!” I give him a playful squeeze. Louis eyes me icily.
“Ah, leave it, wouldn’t have amused you anyway. My dirty little mind…”
“Oh, now you HAVE to tell.”
“Is that sarcasm? Are you attempting sarcasm?” This is pushing it, his jaw tightens, but I can't stop now. “I’m so proud of you! It failed, by the way, but do keep trying-”
Louis stops. “I'm legitimately curious.”
“Well! Since you're legitimately curious...” I toss my hair back. “See those women back there? Petting the carriage horses?” I turn him by the shoulder to face them.
“Yes, I see them,”
“The carriage driver's faces… the angle of the horse’s heads…”
“What are you driving at?”
“It was … is ... symbolic … fellating.”
“What?”
Leaning in as if to kiss, “Y'know, 'fellaaayyy-tio.' 'Fellating.' 'To fellate.' ”
He gives me a shove. Personal space. “I'm familiar with the word. How did they-”
“Mon Dieu!” I toss up my hands. “If it's explained in such minute detail, it’s not funny anymore.”
“No, let me try… So you were thinking… that...” he begins.
“Yes?”
“...that the way they're stroking those horses …”
I bite my lip, starting to laugh again. “...and that the drivers above the animals are watching so smugly…”
“Yeees…?”
His face lights up, his hands rush to cover his mouth, “I see it… ha ha ha! I see it…”
As he laughs, heartily now, I seize the opportunity to run a finger along his cheek, “Ah, so you ARE capable of laughter.”
“Once in a blue moon…”