Little Ari-Drabbles

[Red Blaze]

SO.

Sometimes, little Aris stay up until two in the morning doing homework. And, when these little beasties finally finish said homework (or decide they're okay getting a 0 on a few things. Or an entire project), they have random, discombobulated muse. This muse often leads to the reading of fanfics, and when these fanfics are page-long shorts written in a response to a prompt, little Reds often decide that they want the little Aris to write about them and their love interest in response to the same prompts.

Here are the ones said little Aris have decided are mostly english, thus suitable to share. :] Keep in mind, written at two in the morning. Baha.





Starlight. Prompt One.


“D’you see that?” The long finger pointed up towards the darkening sky, at what the happy redhead was sure was a dancer.

“She’s spinning.”

The dark-haired man sitting next to her, Indian-style, in nothing but a pair of jeans, looked at her through amazed golden eyes, as if she was some sort of Martian. The redhead, unphazed and laying on her back in the dew-wetted grass, scanned the midnight sky with her pale blue orbs.

“And that one, that’s—“ She broke off into spurts of loud, contagious chuckles. The man didn’t catch them. “That’s Miyuki whooping some poor little bitch’s ass.”

The stars did, in fact, look like her ass-whooping friend. The girl laughed serenely at the sky for a moment longer, before the fact that her laughter was not reflected to her caught up to the girl. She turned her head to the man, who was still watching her in complete and utter confusion.

“Are you even looking?”

A spark of annoyance lighted in her blue eyes, before his hand fell to her jawline softly. She leaned into his touch and, next thing she knew, he was close enough to breath in.

“Yes. I’m looking.”

Their eyes locked, and hers danced in blissful amusement.

Touche.

His kisses tasted like starlight and dew.



The four of diamonds. Two.



“Well?”

It took Kalona a long moment to finally look up at the impatient redhead. To her probing look he answered a smooth lift of one brow, questioning and threatening; his eyes beginning to darken, just slightly, about the edges.

He spoke.

“Go fish.”



Strawberry Jam. Five.



Red sat perched upon the East Wall, boredom rocking her legs back and forth methodically as she, with naught but a finger, ate strawberry jam out of its container.

She heard the flutter of leaves and wings behind her as he landed, smoothly and silently, but she didn’t acknowledge him. Playing. He played right back. The tall, beautiful brunette in jeans and nothing else flew up to sit beside her, wings brushing the bare skin of her shoulder. It was all too tempting. He saw what she was eating and raised a condescending brow. It looked like some kind of inedible mush. Inedible red mush. He said nothing; but the redhead knew him well enough to know what that look meant.

“It’s jam.” She said suddenly, then tilted her head towards his, mischief twinkling in her blue eyes. “Want to try some?” Her finger, loaded with a good amount of the offending ‘red mush’, popped into her mouth.

The immortal made a ‘gross’ face. If Red weren’t catching him in a trap, she would have burst out with laughter.

“N—“

His short denial was cut off by soft lips. She kissed him, out of the blue, for a long, sunlight moment; and by the time it ended they were both significantly out of breath. She rose both brows, a gentle, silent ‘told-ya so’ and he smirked, in his way.

“Can I have more?”

How could she say no?

[Red Blaze]

MORE DRABBLES<3

I lost the other set of prompts, so this is a new set.

Ima just put up all the prompts, and I'll do then when I got time. :DD



001. Beginnings.

The redhead, her friggin' third day on the job, adjusted her pants. These "work" dickies were a hell of a lot tighter then they looked and, though she appreciated the looks she got from guys, they weren't her thing. At all.

The man sauntered in, a tall, elegant brunette on his arm. She looked like she commanded the entire fuckin' city, with that smug grin, and he sure as hell commanded her, so Red immediately pegged them as the visitors the town had been buzzing about.

Kalona and Neferet.

The pants worked their magic again, and the strangely bright-eyed brunette turned those same eyes to the redhead appreciatively. Oh, boy.

"What can I do for you today?"

Fake smile, fake smile, keep smiling...

"Neferet. Go get drinks from the bar. I will book a room." The brunette woman, with one sullen look at Red, slid off toward the bar. The redhead, who'd been wiping the tables clean, sauntered over to the podium they surrounded, logging into the computer that was lodged into it.

"We have the Presidential open, sir? I take it that's room you want?" Taking the answer for granted, Red rested her left hand leisurely on the side of the podium, her right plugging in the booking for the Presidential Suite. Just as she looked up to ask him how many nights he needed it for (though her finger was already hovering over the "1"), his hand caught hers, rested--supposedly--temptingly on the podium within his reach. Her blue eyes, wide, questioned his.

"That isn't all I want, Mahra."

Her brows shot up in shock. How did he know her name--that name? After a frozen moment, in which his eyes spoke only of desire but she misread it as blackmail, she whispered, quietly;

"Call me Red."



002. Middles.



Kalona, being... who he was, was very very food at figuring out this sort of thing. He hadn't in decades, decades upon decades, mistaken a woman's middle. He was an expert.

Red, however, was not.

The girl examined her swollen middle. She wasn't one to worry about how she looked, but period bloating had never been this bad. She turned, her bottom lip pulling out a bit, as a new angle made her look, amazingly, even more fat. Shit. She had a shoot tomorrow...

When the man walked in, his wings fluttered and, out of the corner of her eye, Red saw the wine bounce off the plush carpeting and pool into a flower of red.

"What?" She shot off self-conciously, jumping back from the mirror and pulling down her previously hiked-up shirt.

"I just... I... just... I'm not self-concious, Kal, no need to ruin the fucking--"

Her recently-developed moody spurt (strangely, she'd been doing that quite a bit the past couple months) was cut off by her immortal lover lurching forward to press his lips to hers roughly, excitement dancing in his mauve aura, and pick her up (very, very gently) around the middle to spin the bewildered redhead around the room. When he put her down, his hands refusing to let her go, she puzzled (still moodily) at his unruly beam.

"What, Kona??"

He laughed, deep and soft, and kissed her again; this time with a careful, nurturing gentility.

"When was the last time you bled?"

Red thought for a moment, then started.

"Sep... September...?"

He pressed a hand, as careful as it had been when she was a young virgin, to her stomach; and whispered, soft and blissful.

"Two months."




003. Ends.



They both exhaled, dropping to the bed in blissful unity. The moment hung carefully in the air; both breathing heavily in synch. That last, beautiful moment. Some people called it breakup sex. The girl called it goodbye.

Same thing, really.

And, when the moment was done, the girl rolled back over to curl into him. He, knowing this pose, crept his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Before long their breath, again, matched; and carelessly unclothed bodies lie together for the last time, in dreamless slumber.

When Kalona awoke, in the morning, she was not in his arm as she always was. Even her smell had left the sheets; like she'd never been there. Like there had been no last night.

He never found the girl, but he did find a note; scrawled in hurried shorthand.

Did you ever love me?

It was then that he knew that was the end.




004. Insides.



Her insides squirmed when they mentioned him.

"I can't stand that douchebag." Ki.

"He's always trying to tell us what to fucking do. It's annoying." Cris.

"I wish he'd just leave us alone." Raea.

Red sat, painfully silent, as the little corner of the room claimed by the BP erupted in a moral-boosting, Kalona-bashing session. She sat with her hands cupping her jaw and her foot tapping a mad rhythm. It almost looked like she was bored, except that her disjointed posture really meant that her stomach felt like jell-o. Jell-o with fucking caterpillars in it.

But that wasn't the worst of it.

Red, once, made the horrid, horrid mistake of directing her attention outside of the BP-dominted bubble in the corner of the classroom. The first thing that she heard was a snotty drawl.

"Can you believe it? i mean, really. He's the hottest fucking thing to walk the earth. I think they're all doinking him and they don't want to admit it."

"Can't blame 'em." Snorted another. "I would."

The blonde who Red knew all too well sneered.

"I have."

All the girls shrieked in delight and crowded to she-who-must-not-be-named.

"What's he like?"

"Is it rough?"

"How many times?"

She yawned, like it was old news.

"Plenty of times. And oohhhh, yess. Good thing we were in the castle when Neferet wasn't around, because I sooo would have woken you all up screaming." She bit her lip for effect.

Kalona-bashing may have made her insides squirm, but the stupid, blonde slut in front of her made her insides burn.




005. Outsides.
006. Hours.
007. Days.
008. Weeks.
009. Months.
010. Years.
011. Red.
012. Orange.
013. Yellow.
014. Green.
015. Blue.
016. Purple.
017. Brown.
018. Black.
019. White.
020. Colourless.
021. Friends.
022. Enemies.
023. Lovers.
024. Family.
025. Strangers.
026. Teammates.
027. Parents.
028. Children.
029. Birth.
030. Death.
031. Sunrise.
032. Sunset.
033. Too Much.
034. Not Enough.
035. Sixth Sense.
036. Smell.
037. Sound.
038. Touch.
039. Taste.
040. Sight.
041. Shapes.
042. Triangle.
043. Square.
044. Circle.
045. Moon.
046. Star.
047. Heart.
048. Diamond.
049. Club.
050. Spade.
051. Water.
052. Fire.
053. Earth.
054. Air.
055. Spirit.
056. Breakfast.
057. Lunch.
058. Dinner.
059. Food.
060. Drink.
061. Winter.
062. Spring.
063. Summer.
064. Fall.
065. Passing.
066. Rain.
067. Snow.
068. Lightning.
069. Thunder.
070. Storm.
071. Broken.
072. Fixed.
073. Light.
074. Dark.
075. Shade.
076. Who?
077. What?
078. Where?
079. When?
080. Why?
081. How?
082. If.
083. And.
084. He.
085. She.
086. Choices.
087. Life.
088. School.
089. Work.
090. Home.
091. Birthday.
092. Christmas.
093. Thanksgiving.
094. Independence.
095. New Year.
096. Artist‘s Choice.
097. Artist‘s Choice.
098. Artist‘s Choice.
099. Artist‘s Choice.
100. Artist's Choice.



Promptless: I had an idea. It'll work for something. Eventually.



It had been nothing, but, once, it was everything.

His hand, larger then she remembered but just as clammy and muscled, gripped her upper arm.

"Mahra?"

She winced. Only two people called her that. The first was her family, and the second was people she never wanted to see again.

Unfortunately, it was the second option.

She felt like, for old times' sake, she should agree to his offer to take her to coffee. It had been forever since her brother beat him to a bloody pulp, since he'd tried to get more from her then she wanted to give. He deserved a second chance, right.

But then, of course, the subject came up.

"Listen, I just want to clear the air before we leave. I'm sorry I was all insistent over the birth control issue. It was your decision, not mine."

Red nodded and sipped her coffee, wanting it to be over.

"But I was in love with you."

At that point, the coffee ended up all over the table.

"Still am, actually. Isn't it funny? All these years later and I never got over you."

She said that she had to be somewhere, but gave him her number and asked him please to call and schedule a follow-up. Psychiatry style.

Red stayed bedridden for a week. He'd loved her. He still loved her.

That was no small confession.

Finally, when he called, she quickly agreed to a casual dinner date. She needed to be done with Jacob Hartfield.

For good.



She looked pretty enough when she showed up, and he looked rather dashing himself. He aged well. When they sat and ordered, Red sighed. She had planned what needed to be said.

"Jake, I loved you, too." It came out quick, blurted, and almost unintelligible. But it came out.

Before he could speak, she blurted out another planned phrase.

"But I don't love you anymore. I'm with someone else."

He nodded, like it didn't matter, but she knew when he avoided her eyes that that meant he was hurt. The rest of the dinner was uneventful, awkward, but uneventful, and when Jake offered to walk the redhead home, she reluctantly agreed; appeasing herself. After this, she would never have to see him again.

When they reached the door to her complex (which he insisted on walking her to), she turned to him with a plastic smile.

"It was really good to see you again, Jake! Take care."

He paused.

Just say it, goddammit. Just say goodbye and walk the fuck out of my life.

But he didn't say goodbye.

"Who... who is he?" He asked softly, his eyes downcast.

Red internally facepalmed, but outside, she maintained cool.

"When I switched schools I met him. We've been together ever since."

"So he's a vampyre."

"Y--no. Not... not exactly."

Jake suddenly looked less hopeless and more like he was pumped to beat the shit out of someone. "He's human?"

"No. He's... something else."

The hopelessness returned. "He's immortal."

Red nodded. She couldn't lie to Jake.

Jake nodded, too. They stood there, before Red looked down, squeezed her eyes shut, and said, so softly that Jake could never hear her but Kalona would have, "I can't believe I'm about to do this." And she kissed Jake, a quick peck, on the lips.

"Goodnight."

He smiled, like she'd just made the sun rise. Like she was the sunrise. That smile used to make her heart fly.

"Goodnight, Mahra."

And, before she knew what was happening, he was kissing her back.

Only it wasn't a peck.

After a moment of enduring, of moving aside and letting his tongue explore her mouth, Red pulled back.

Jake didn't.

"I love you."

His hand was on the small of her back, urging her closer. Red pushed against his chest.

"Jake, that's enough. Seriously, this is over. We're over. I don't--"

He silenced her with a rough kiss. She uttered a muffled cry against his insistent lips.

"JAKE. STOP. You need to get the fuck over me."

"I. Loved. You."

"You gave me up."

"I'm taking you back."

This time her scream wasn't muffled. The neighbor came out with his .22 pistol a few moments later, to find his redheaded neighbor pinned to the wall by a tall blonde who kept her chained in by hands on either side of her.

Much like how he kissed her.



For about three minutes, she cried into her pillow; wishing that only, if only, he hadn't held her the way Kal did. It seemed so right while it felt so wrong.

But before she knew what had happened, her feet had taken her to their place. Did he know she'd be there? Could he feel her waiting like, at times, she'd felt him?

She slunk to the ground and buried her head in her knees, willing the tingling in her abdomen to go away. And then his arms were around her; smelling the way they smelled, feeling the way the felt. She didn't know when the last time she cried was, but she buried herself far, far into his embrace and she cried. His hand stroked her hair, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and he murmured. He had no idea what to do, and yet he was doing the right thing.

"I love you." He whispered to her, and she bit back the sob.

"I love you." She answered, her voice wavering. "He loves me. But I love you. I love you."

He stiffened.

"Who? Who loves you?"

She begged him not to do that and he loosened, not without difficulty.

"Jake Hartfield." She whispered, like those were forbidden words, and, after a pause in which murder burned in his eyes, Kalona pressed his lips to her forehead again, his grip tightening around her slender form.

"Don't worry," He soothed quietly, "soon, there will be no more Jake Hartfield."