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This is NOT Buffyverse. It's PotC, sort of, Stoppard, kind of, insane? Probably. Also 100 words. For the 882 Ways to Appease the Heathen Gods project, crossposted there.

Chance

"Heads."

Flip, cover, reveal. Heads. Guildenstern suggests changing the type of coin to change their type of luck. This coin's larger than the rest.

Heads again. No luck with luck.

Guildenstern pockets it, talks of probability and monkeys. Rosencrantz thinks of toenails, and hardly talks at all.

They were sent for. Times, they've been told, are indifferent. Or were they told that? It's all shifting.

There was a boat. A message. Pirates. They were sent for?

Another call, another flip.

A message swapped, two bodies dropped.

The coin falls unnoticed from traitor's pocket, where pirate's hand will find it.

Tails.

Rosencrantz thinks of toenails, and hardly talks at all.

(lovelovelove)

LJ, will climb into yours later. SF had a power outage that knocked out half the City yesterday and I'm only just back online.

Good one, Plei. More "Fledgling" Munch POV
I swear, if I could, I'd find a desert island, just for me and the Princess. Except, you know, I can't, because desert islands are bright, so we would be the sexiest pile of dust the world's ever seen. But, when it's just us, things are almost perfect I do sometimes wish she'd be...more appreciative or something. Cause sometimes, in bed, we have this amazing time, which I'm just thrilled to have even the smallest part(in the metaphorical sense) in creating, and I'm just blissed out, and the look on her face is more like "That's nice. Any more champagne?" Like it was just her *due* or something. In the old days, I'm sure she had somebody just fetching her shuddering orgasms. Stableboy, ladies' maid, couturier, orgasm boy. It doesn't happen that way for the rest of us. I want to believe that we are special.(Although if you tell anybody, I'll hide behind the time she brought the twin darkhaired minions in. That was an entirely different kind of special.My God, one of them was a gymnast and...what were we talking about?) Ironically, meaning in sex. Somewhere, if my exes knew what I was going through, they would laugh. I would laugh too, if it wasn't me.

I know enough to know she isn't going to think I'm "the best she's ever had." Over three hundred years? Give me a break. And I know she's not going to scream out "John, you're the king," or anything, cause she's probably been with a king and I don't want her making those kinds of comparisons...It could only hurt me(although the part of me that never got out of ninth grade? Would like that very much.)

John, you're the king," or anything, cause she's probably been with a king

(choking to death)

The Munchkin invades my dreams now! That has got to stop...the connection is freakish enough.Really. And it also explains why I'm dressed like the Woman in Black today.Glad you thought that was funny, Deb, I chuckled writing it. ETA: Found the perfect song for Felton. Country, actually, my friend Steph used to love that stuff. And the B-side of "Achy Breaky Heart" was a song called iirc, "Where'm I Gonna Live When I Get Home" The chorus is totally Beau/Beth, cause it goes "She meant what she said/ When she wished I was dead./Where'm I gonna live when I get home?

Damn, that really is perfect Felton. It would have to be a country song for him, too.

OK. Drabble. This week has two themes - winter and steam - and I combined them. Unusual for me - this one's about Oz.

Soundtrack to a Season

It's the wrong time of year to be unconnected.

There's a full moon rising over the Himalaya this Christmas Eve, and he's lonely. The monks, knowing what they know, trusting him for 30 days of this, the longest and darkest month, have left the ancient stone building at the foot of Lhotse to the small white man. And the small white man is achingly tired of being alone.

As he waits for moonrise , he puts Peter Gabriel's "Us" in his Discman and dances to "Steam", remembering a redhaired girl warm in his arms, lying together in a warmer climate.

Drabble the second. Same theme: steam.

The Steam Room (no spoilers)

There's a woman in the Turkish bath.

The man in the towel, a stockbroker with an ulcer and a BMW, is entranced at first. It's one of those fantasies, going back to college: him, wearing only a towel, a beautiful woman there to service him, snaking a hand down, smiling, twitching the towel from his groin, her lips parting....

The woman is blonde, and very pale. Her lips are too red. He doesn't ask her name, but she tells him anyway, whispering: Darla.

The fantasy is suddenly very cold, as cold as her smile, and her teeth against his throat.

Aw, "The princess" nabs another victim.Bet he won't be the best, either.

Nah, just munching on a stockbroker. I love feral smiling Darla. when she gets on the hunt.

More from the Munchkin(He and Kay have such strong voices, I'm surprised I ever write for Frank N Tim)
I think about saying something, but there's a noise in the other room.
"What the devil is that?" Darla says. Sometimes she talks like she's in a woodcut or something. Of course, I think it's sexy.
"Probably Drusilla foraging for entrails," Sometimes it's easy to forget how my life has changed. But there are sentences that make me pay attention. That is definitely one. "I'll talk to her. She likes me."
"Because you spoil her rotten."
This may be true, but I feel like fighting about it anyway. And there is one gift we haven't exchanged, thanks to me. "Where's your rachmones, huh? She wouldn't even be in that position if you'd been able to keep your fangs in your mouth for five minutes!"
"That was two hundred years ago. Ancient history. I'm not going to argue this again."
"If I remember correctly, we've never finished arguing about it." I start off strong, but she works the Voice on me. I'm frickin' helpless against that. "Yes, but remember what we did instead?"And the laugh. Like tarnished jingle bells. I love it so much.And though she doesn't need to breathe, the gust of air against my ear, because in a homesick moment,I confessed I missed it. She wouldn't do that for just anyone, would she?
"I'm going to let you take me out tonight." Part of me knows I've lost something here, and tries to shake its fist and yell "Hey..." but for once I have no urge to rant.(I should know that is Very Bad for me, but for a minute it felt like health.)
"Are you going to wear the black thing with the cleavage?"
"You always ask about that dress," The Princess smiles. There are few things more beautiful than a Princess who gets her way.Unbidden, an image of Kay at her desk, chewing on a pen...this close to bringing in some perp comes floating to mind. Yeah, that was close. "Yeah, well," I lie, "I'm a simple guy."
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