so overdue, they've broken my drabble card in two.

[fenella]

Remember the 'drabble meme' from forever ago?
Aha, I didn't think so.
Fenella, however, did not forget
and she will fulfill her promises as of yet.

The season of giving is upon us,
and Fenella thought ''I shall give! This is a plus!''
So humour her please, I really do ask
or she may reveal what's under her mask.

An ogre, a troll, or what's worse - a Scrooge!
She'll grumble about the holidays and then crawl in her bed to take refuge.
Don't reduce her to this, I beg of you.
Humour her, oh please do.

Today the elves have two drabbles to give,
But alack! The elves know not where the recipients live.
Elves are rather busy at this time of year,
so thus, the drabbles will be posted here.

First for daydream_queen who asked for one on Buri,
I really hope she didn't expect it in a hurry.
Sadly, Sally is missing in action
so please forgive the commas usage just a fraction.

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Buri – a marriage of convenience
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Not just your average woman, Buriram Tourakom,
this one’s had her share of sacrifice.

Let her marriage be a lesson in compromise:

It’s not her homeland but it is her home –
A muddy battlefield is her chapel,
a seasoned warrior makes her soft-handed maid.

When the spell is over, she’ll see her new life for what it’s become:

Her command given to a man half her age, he’ll do it half as well.
She’s to be a kept woman (mice and pumpkins all inclusive).

Right now she’s here and committed,
she’s ready and waiting.

But when will he get here?

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Finally, the last drabble to prepare
was one that almost didn't fare.
You see, seori wanted female villainy -
to which Fenella proclaimed ''Are you [censored] KIDDING ME?''

Sigh.

Fenella writes Owen and vampires,
not female assassins for hire!
More than half a year later, she gave it a whirl
(it seemed more appealing than essay-writing, anyways)
and so you all get Delia as a young girl:

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Delia – castles in the sand
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A young girl sits between her parents at her cousin’s wedding, her green eyes wide.
If you ask her the colour of love, she’ll say cream.

Love is a girl in a cream dress and a man in forest green.
Forever and always are chestnut curls and lips of cherry red.

Vows are complete and uncompromising;
airtight promises that don’t smother, just hug.

Really, marriage is love:
the end not the beginning

A wedding is the end of the fairy tale,
just before happily ever after.

She hasn’t grown up yet –
let her be a Romantic, just a little longer.

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And with all this said and done,
Fenella says "d...d...drabbles - not fun!"
She has so much respect for those who can write
these things that will forever give her a fright.

Please excuse these pathetic rhymes,
elf cameos, and the fairy tale themes which showed up dozens for dimes.
Until next time, Agent Melford is signing out
I will see you all again - this I do not doubt.

Comments

Re: Gavin? Gavin?

[ochre54.livejournal.com]

don't tell me your debate was the desert island bit?? And they're too jaded and to want each other on the island - they'd bring someone or something to get them off of it (or to exploit its natural resources for their own personal gain).

not that I think I managed to answer your other questions either with that big long thing. My mind tends to keep switching sides and digressing. I spared you a couple of rants about women/fighting/honour and convent girls/marriage.