rebness

It's been overcast here all day-- but overcast in the way that it seems there must be about ten layers of cloud up there. It was dark by 2pm. HURRY UP LONGEST DAY so we can get over this hellish, perpetual black.

The weekend's been pretty lazy. I've cooked and written, but by and large, it's been pleasantly slow - I have a lot of things on this week and need to work up energy for it. Like the Russian exam! (I love exams, and no, I'm not being sarcastic.) :D

In the meantime, I remembered I was supposed to be doing drabbles every so often for

stories_100, so here are two Vampire Chronicles drabbles for my Louis/Lestat challenge thing, on the themes of

93#: Quest

"Take that back."

"Why?”

"I warn you," snarled Fabrice, glaring at the spiteful, green-eyed planter in the darkness of the tavern, "Apologise!”

"No."

"You wretched cur!” He slapped the young man across the face, hard, "I challenge you to a duel!"

A taunting, sinister smile crept across his face. "Such theatrics. Just kill me now.”

Fabrice growled. "Will you duel?"

“No.”

“Coward,” sneered Fabrice.

"Ignore the fool,” said the landlord. "He'll be dead before the year's out.”

They looked away, resuming their conversations, eager to forget the young man. He was fierce and broken and already disappearing into the shadows.

and

#50: Play

“Get off me, Lestat!”

“Surrender, Louis!”

“Never!”

I wrestle with him, delighting in the silliness of the situation, in bloodless, fraternal play. “You insult my honour!” I cry dramatically.

He laughs as we fall from the couch, tussling on the floor. I pin him down; he smirks up at me. “But it is a garish shirt, Lestat. I’m trying to help you here!”

“How dare you!”

“How dare you! Stop tickling me!”

I grab his chin with one hand and try to look stern. “I challenge you to a duel, monsieur!”

“I accept,” he says, grinning, and throws himself forward.