drabble for flemmings: look at all my trials and tribulations

Title: look at all my trials and tribulations
Requester: flemmings
Requested Topic: Has the French edition got as far as Tsukasa carousing with Aoarashi and the birds?
Series: Cortege des cent demons
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/556274.html

(A double drabble, and I've only read up to volume 6 of Cent Demons, so my views on characters may be inaccurate.)

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Their thoughts run in bright circles: it's fitting that the Princess have her drinks, the master would be pleased, surely he would, and princesses like this one deserve to be happy. Some day she will marry the master, for what could be more appropriate? And then they will serve them both, and their children, and they will nest in the tree, and everyone will be happy, world without end.

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Her thoughts are like weeds in deep water, but the alcohol helps carry them downstream and take them where she needn't worry any longer, where it makes sense for the birds to speak to her and the spirits to haunt her and for everything about Ritsu and herself to be as it is. If she were a Buddhist nun, she could shave her head and perhaps it would all be gone together with her hair, and even that thought makes her giggle now and pass her cup to be refilled.

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His thoughts move in a straight line. It's Ritsu who he'll eat, later; that is quite definite. The birds would be a morsel. An appetiser. Tsukasa would lie heavy on his belly. She is too mortal for his tastes. For now.

scrubbing

The weather was nice for most of the day, so no complaints there.

Took apart the fan shields on top of my hob to clean them (well, slid them out of their casings to clean them) and spent the next hour or so going yuck a lot. Can we say ingrained grease? Memo to self: clean them more often. And their slots, too.

The One Piece Enies Lobby arc continues to be awesome stuff.

Have begun to keep a spreadsheet of knitting magazines/patterns just so I can justify buying them on the grounds that I might some day use them. After all, if I have a huge pile of magazines and no idea what patterns are where, this does just a little weaken the argument that I plan to use them.

(I suspect this is also a subconscious reaction to having lots of fiction to write. If so, ahem.)

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Malagueña

Death
enters, and leaves,
the tavern.

Black horses
and sinister people
travel the deep roads
of the guitar.

And there's a smell of salt
and of female blood
in the fevered tuberoses
of the shore.

Death
enters and leaves,
and leaves and enters
the death
of the tavern.

-- Garcia Lorca (translated by A. S. Kline)

drabble for petronia: degrees of binding

Title: degrees of binding
Requester: petronia
Requested Topic: Fuuga (Dark Fuuchouin if you feel up to it).
Series: GetBackers
Due to http://incandescens.livejournal.com/556274.html

When Saizou plays cat's cradle with Kazuki, he knows that the other man's going to win.

But that's a game.

When Saizou spars with Kazuki, he has no doubt that the other man will win and he'll lose. The question is by how much.

But that's practice.

When Saizou fights side by side with Kazuki, he is good, but the other man is better. He loves him for it.

But that's battle.

When Saizou will have to kill Kazuki, he is dreadfully afraid that the other man will lose.

The black cocoon in his heart won't even let him weep.