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Drabble-fest
First off, Halloween was a blast, though I probably stressed out way too much making sure everyone's costumes were perfect. They weren't perfect, but they were recognizable. My husband and I took turns handing out candy and taking around the kids to collect candy. We had many a compliment for our adorable children. I won't take all credit for that. :P We're off the see the wizard, tra-la-la. Next year I defintely want to do something fannish, show off my geekisms a bit more.
So it's November, NaNo month. *Insert pompous fanare* Myself, I haven't had much trouble churning out novels. I just finished my fourth one a few days ago. My problem is actually getting up the courage to submit the darn stuff for publication. I'm just a fraidy-cat about rejection. In any case, I don't think I'm up to writing a new novel just yet, nor do I need the incentive of NaNo. However, I got the idea from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sreya to, instead of working on a novel every day, post a drabble. 30 drabbles. Yeah, I can do that. I always have ideas for drabbles floating around my head. So I'm going to give it a try, and maybe even make an effort to have some of them not be Anakin/Padmé centered. Heh. It's definitely going to be quantity over quality, but hey. To start things off, here's an Anakin/Padmé centered drabble. Well, mostly Anakin, but it's shippy, anyway. :D
Good Fortune
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"Ani! Your food's getting cold!"
"I'm coming, Mom!" he called back distractedly. "Just another minute..." He had eaten his meals cold before; it didn't bother him. Mom thought it was bad for his health, but she was always fussing about some thing or another. He didn't mind that so much. Lots of the other slave children didn't have anyone to fuss over them. He was glad he did.
But she could hardly expect him to sit down to eat when there were such treasures waiting right at their back door. He had found the wrecked speeder parts not far from the slave quarters, and dragged each piece laboriously back home. He could hardly believe his good fortune. Usually the Jawas found large pieces like this before anyone else could get them, or else the parts were intact enough that junk dealers like his own master claimed them for their yards. But the speeder was hopelessly damaged. Watto wouldn't have much luck selling any pieces from it. And Anakin had happened upon the wreck soon enough after it was abandoned that the Jawas hadn't found it yet.
A junk dealer might not have much use of it, but he would. Every cog, wire, or gear that hadn't been fried could become part of his latest project. He rummaged through the remains of the engine and found a part that would fit nicely in Threepio's circuitry. And there - he peered closer, then reached in his hand and twisted, grimaced, and finally wrenched out an intact component of the thruster that his pod had been lacking.
"Ani!" That was Mom, beginning to sound exasperated.
"All right, all right," he answered, crawling back out of the speeder's engine core. The rest would have to wait till tomorrow, he supposed - as long as someone didn't sneak in and steal it during the night. There weren't many others slaves that amused themselves by building things out of spare parts, but some of them liked to sell scraps on the side, if they could hide their business doings from their masters.
Resignedly, he wiped his hands on his pants, leaving trails of grease, and started to head for the door. Then he paused. Below what remained of the speeder's controls, he glimpsed what looked like the door to a compartment. The door itself was fairly mangled and wouldn't be much use to him, but sometimes he found interesting things inside of compartments. He reached for the short length of heavy metal he used as a makeshift tool and managed to pry the door open.
There wasn't much. A datapad, scorched beyond any usefulness, and a handful of shiny stones. They might be precious jewels; they were probably just pretty rocks. And a snippet of - something. He picked it up curiously. It didn't glimmer and glisten like the stones, but there was something about its simplicity that was nice to look at. Anakin put it in the bag along with all the other parts he had found and hurried inside.
Mom was already cleaning up dinner. Anakin's plate sat alone on the table. She raised her eyebrows at him. "I see you've finally decided to join me."
"Sorry." He shrugged the bag off his shoulder and took his seat. "I'll help clean up when I'm done here," he offered.
Mom just sighed. "Too late for that. I'll be done long before you've finished eating. Just come in tomorrow the first time I call you, and not the tenth."
Anakin flushed. "Okay, Mom." He took a few bites, his thoughts still on the contents of his bag. At last, unable to focus on anything else, he leaned over and took out the strange snippet of something. "Mom, what's this?"
She turned around, looking tired but patient. "What?"
"I found it in the broken speeder," he explained. "I've never seen anything like it before."
Mom leaned closer, and her expression changed. "My goodness, Ani," she said, surprised. "You've found a bit of japor."
"Japor?"
"Yes," she went on, enthusiasm growing in her face. "You were lucky to find it. It's not very rare, I suppose, but you couldn't find it on Tatooine, not naturally. It comes from cooler worlds, where water falls freely from the skies and the ground is green and lush." Her words were wistful, and Anakin knew she was remembering a time when she hadn't lived on a desert world. He couldn't remember such a time himself. He often felt it was easier that way, to know nothing but Tatooine's suns-baked emptiness.
"What is it for?" he wondered, turning the snippet over in his hands.
"Usually jewelry." She looked at Anakin's still untouched food meaningfully, and he hurried took another bite. Then she went on. "It's soft enough for carving, like wood, but it won't rot or be wrecked by water - not that you'd have to worry about that here," she laughed ruefully. "Those of the wealthier sort don't care much for it - it's not rare enough for their tastes. But it does have a certain prettiness, doesn't it?"
"I like it," Anakin said, turning it again and again in his hand. Then he put it back in his bag.
That night, sorting through the bag's contents, he tucked it away in his drawer of spare pieces, things he hadn't found a place for yet. And the next morning, in Watto's shop, when he met a girl whose eyes spoke of green, lush worlds, whose voice danced like the waterfalls he had imagined but never seen, he knew what to do with the snippet.
So it's November, NaNo month. *Insert pompous fanare* Myself, I haven't had much trouble churning out novels. I just finished my fourth one a few days ago. My problem is actually getting up the courage to submit the darn stuff for publication. I'm just a fraidy-cat about rejection. In any case, I don't think I'm up to writing a new novel just yet, nor do I need the incentive of NaNo. However, I got the idea from
sreya to, instead of working on a novel every day, post a drabble. 30 drabbles. Yeah, I can do that. I always have ideas for drabbles floating around my head. So I'm going to give it a try, and maybe even make an effort to have some of them not be Anakin/Padmé centered. Heh. It's definitely going to be quantity over quality, but hey. To start things off, here's an Anakin/Padmé centered drabble. Well, mostly Anakin, but it's shippy, anyway. :DGood Fortune
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"Ani! Your food's getting cold!"
"I'm coming, Mom!" he called back distractedly. "Just another minute..." He had eaten his meals cold before; it didn't bother him. Mom thought it was bad for his health, but she was always fussing about some thing or another. He didn't mind that so much. Lots of the other slave children didn't have anyone to fuss over them. He was glad he did.
But she could hardly expect him to sit down to eat when there were such treasures waiting right at their back door. He had found the wrecked speeder parts not far from the slave quarters, and dragged each piece laboriously back home. He could hardly believe his good fortune. Usually the Jawas found large pieces like this before anyone else could get them, or else the parts were intact enough that junk dealers like his own master claimed them for their yards. But the speeder was hopelessly damaged. Watto wouldn't have much luck selling any pieces from it. And Anakin had happened upon the wreck soon enough after it was abandoned that the Jawas hadn't found it yet.
A junk dealer might not have much use of it, but he would. Every cog, wire, or gear that hadn't been fried could become part of his latest project. He rummaged through the remains of the engine and found a part that would fit nicely in Threepio's circuitry. And there - he peered closer, then reached in his hand and twisted, grimaced, and finally wrenched out an intact component of the thruster that his pod had been lacking.
"Ani!" That was Mom, beginning to sound exasperated.
"All right, all right," he answered, crawling back out of the speeder's engine core. The rest would have to wait till tomorrow, he supposed - as long as someone didn't sneak in and steal it during the night. There weren't many others slaves that amused themselves by building things out of spare parts, but some of them liked to sell scraps on the side, if they could hide their business doings from their masters.
Resignedly, he wiped his hands on his pants, leaving trails of grease, and started to head for the door. Then he paused. Below what remained of the speeder's controls, he glimpsed what looked like the door to a compartment. The door itself was fairly mangled and wouldn't be much use to him, but sometimes he found interesting things inside of compartments. He reached for the short length of heavy metal he used as a makeshift tool and managed to pry the door open.
There wasn't much. A datapad, scorched beyond any usefulness, and a handful of shiny stones. They might be precious jewels; they were probably just pretty rocks. And a snippet of - something. He picked it up curiously. It didn't glimmer and glisten like the stones, but there was something about its simplicity that was nice to look at. Anakin put it in the bag along with all the other parts he had found and hurried inside.
Mom was already cleaning up dinner. Anakin's plate sat alone on the table. She raised her eyebrows at him. "I see you've finally decided to join me."
"Sorry." He shrugged the bag off his shoulder and took his seat. "I'll help clean up when I'm done here," he offered.
Mom just sighed. "Too late for that. I'll be done long before you've finished eating. Just come in tomorrow the first time I call you, and not the tenth."
Anakin flushed. "Okay, Mom." He took a few bites, his thoughts still on the contents of his bag. At last, unable to focus on anything else, he leaned over and took out the strange snippet of something. "Mom, what's this?"
She turned around, looking tired but patient. "What?"
"I found it in the broken speeder," he explained. "I've never seen anything like it before."
Mom leaned closer, and her expression changed. "My goodness, Ani," she said, surprised. "You've found a bit of japor."
"Japor?"
"Yes," she went on, enthusiasm growing in her face. "You were lucky to find it. It's not very rare, I suppose, but you couldn't find it on Tatooine, not naturally. It comes from cooler worlds, where water falls freely from the skies and the ground is green and lush." Her words were wistful, and Anakin knew she was remembering a time when she hadn't lived on a desert world. He couldn't remember such a time himself. He often felt it was easier that way, to know nothing but Tatooine's suns-baked emptiness.
"What is it for?" he wondered, turning the snippet over in his hands.
"Usually jewelry." She looked at Anakin's still untouched food meaningfully, and he hurried took another bite. Then she went on. "It's soft enough for carving, like wood, but it won't rot or be wrecked by water - not that you'd have to worry about that here," she laughed ruefully. "Those of the wealthier sort don't care much for it - it's not rare enough for their tastes. But it does have a certain prettiness, doesn't it?"
"I like it," Anakin said, turning it again and again in his hand. Then he put it back in his bag.
That night, sorting through the bag's contents, he tucked it away in his drawer of spare pieces, things he hadn't found a place for yet. And the next morning, in Watto's shop, when he met a girl whose eyes spoke of green, lush worlds, whose voice danced like the waterfalls he had imagined but never seen, he knew what to do with the snippet.
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Heh. Thanks for reading!