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Three Sentence Ficlets (Nine Worlds)

Summary:

Tiny ficlets written for various iterations of the Three Sentence Ficathon.

26) The pitfalls of historical translation. 25) To shed one's name and start anew. 24) They called it sun-madness at court, though people spoke of it but rarely. 23) "But why do you want to keep the octopus in your workroom?" 22) "Why do you wish to serve the Indrillines?" the girl asked, with a bored smile.

21) Wherein Lady Jessamine's daughter investigates a criminal element in the Arguty Forest. 20) Mr. Moo: illicit kitten dealer. 19) Fitzroy and Jullanar on a slow afternoon with Red Company. 18) Jemis discusses playing cards with a visitor from Ysthar. 17) Violet and her brother, in happier days. 16) An unwelcome customer comes to Elderflower Books.

15) Every city is fundamentally the same upon approach -- except Astandalas. 14) "Unlace me," Lark commanded, and Violet obeyed. 13) The first trick to manipulating Lark is to keep all the important actions just beneath her sight, where she doesn't even realize something might exist to overlook.

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Notes:

These ficlets were written for various iterations of the Three Sentence Ficathon. (Some are longer than three sentences. Structural restrictions are a perennial struggle, alas!)

1) "Tell me you love me, Jemis," Lark said with a careless laugh. 2) When Astandalas fell, Olive Greenwing felt the ties that bound her to the Woods Noirell strain and screech. 3) The first Winternight after the Silver Forest, Jullanar was far too busy to think further than a week into the future. 4) No one on Alinor marks the anniversary of the empire's fall. 5) "Jemis, it's half eleven; time and past for all good souls to be abed," Benneret said as he nudged his stepson's door open.

6) When someone says they collect rocks, most listeners assume the rocks in question are valuable, shiny, or carved into interesting shapes. 7) Is it even possible for a human to take the form of a dragon? 8) Violet spent nearly a third of her life with the Indrillines. 9) Red Myrta recruits Jemis to the wild lay at Morrowlea. 10) One of the more impressive regional fashions that Cliopher occasionally saw in the Palace of Stars were the peacock-feather robes worn by the theocrats of Selrhav.

11) Obviously people write fanfiction for Aurora. 12) Hal ropes Jemis into a charity gala.
13) The first trick to manipulating Lark is to keep all the important actions just beneath her sight, where she doesn't even realize something might exist to overlook. 14) "Unlace me," Lark commanded, and Violet obeyed. 15) Every city is fundamentally the same upon approach -- except Astandalas.

16) An unwelcome customer comes to Elderflower Books. 17) Violet and her brother, in happier days. 18) Jemis discusses playing cards with a visitor from Ysthar. 19) Fitzroy and Jullanar on a slow afternoon with Red Company. 20) Mr. Moo: illicit kitten dealer.

21) Wherein Lady Jessamine's daughter investigates a criminal element in the Arguty Forest. 22) "Why do you wish to serve the Indrillines?" the girl asked, with a bored smile. 23) "But why do you want to keep the octopus in your workroom?" 24) They called it sun-madness at court, though people spoke of it but rarely. 25) To shed one's name and start anew. 26) The pitfalls of historical translation.

Chapter 1: And No Other

Summary:

"Tell me you love me, Jemis," Lark said with a careless laugh.

Notes:

Written 1/23/22 for undeadrobins, in response to the prompt: any, any, tell me you love me.

Chapter Text

"Tell me you love me, Jemis," Lark said with a careless laugh one midwinter afternoon as she lounged by a frost-etched window in the library, and Violet forced herself to watch as Jemis's clever, animated face went slack with drugged adoration.

"Of course I love you; how could I not, when you're the center of my world?" Jemis said, without even an allusion or a doubled meaning, when just that morning he had been chattering to Violet about the depth such poetic devices could lend declarations of intent; and when Lark patted her lap in invitation, he laid down his head as reverently as if her Morrowlea robes were imperial cloth-of-gold.

Lark smirked conspiratorially at Violet, one hand tangled possessively in Jemis's sleek brown hair just as her magic tightened in strangling coils around his own, and Violet allowed Lark to see a hint of pain behind her answering smile.