OOC; Hello, friends! Welcome to a concept I came to know through the amazing Dreamwidth community at @vcmedia called Drabbles Dimanche! Some of you already know this, some of you were even on vc-media, but here are the rules:
A collection of words will be given, each Sunday, to inspire and delight you. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write VC inspired drabbles using only those prompts!
-Each prompt = 100 words. You may use the prompt more than once, but count carefully.
-You must include the prompt word itself within the body of your drabble. You may use conjugations of said word, depending on what it is.
-Drabbles are little snippets of fan fiction; they can be serious, ridiculous, AU, canon-compliant, whatever makes you happy!
-Follow the tag: #VCDrabblesDimanche, and that way you can read people's drabbles.
When he was very small, too small to be more than a warm bundle in her arms, she had begun to whisper to him in Italian. With this child she had refused to have a wet nurse—this was the first and the only to sleep and suckle sweetly at her breast, his little milky mouth grasping at her, his hands caressing her absently, patting her gently before his eyes closed into a world of soft infant dreams. And so it was that she held him to her, softly murmuring the language of her thoughts to his small pink ears, creating within him a keeping place for her memories and her precious lost Naples.
When he grew older, too old to be held or petted, she could not help but wonder what, if anything, he had retained of her lyrical secrets. Occasionally she’d catch a slipped word in another language from his child-speak, his syntax already questionable at an early age. He seemed confused sometimes, not sure if there was a difference between sognare and rêver, mixing his tongues into an amalgamation which only she seemed to comprehend.
Already she knew: they would never understand him, no matter how good his French.
you know i haven't slept in weeks, you're the only thing i see. i’m a satellite heart, lost in the dark, i'm spun out so far. you stop, i start, but I'll be true to you.
• satellite heart - anya marina.
secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought. maybe i just wanna be yours, i wanna be yours.
• i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys.
loving in the fabric of your tapestry, cover me in honeysuckle memories. compass points you home, calling out from the east. compass points you anywhere, closer to me.
• compass - zella day.
i didn't get much sleep last night but that's alright. it was worth it just to see you move that hair from your eyes and smile like you do. stay with me tonight, i'll kiss your head to the morning, i'll let you sleep on my side.
• gum - moose blood.
whispered something in your ear, it was a perverted thing to say, but I said it anyway. made you smile and look away. nothing's gonna hurt you, baby. as long as you're with me, you'll be just fine. nothing's gonna hurt you, baby. nothing's gonna take you from my side.
• nothing’s gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex.
i didn't know if you'd care if I came back; i have a lot of regrets about that. pulled the car off the road to the lookout, could've followed my fears all the way down. and maybe I don't quite know what to say, but I'm here in your doorway. i just wanted you to know, that this is me trying.
• this is me trying - taylor swift.
I am scared to say i miss you, last time i had you i should have kissed you. these feelings fester up inside, but how could i deny these butterflies? i hope i'm not stuck on your waiting list, because i dream of you in colors that don't exist.
• i like you - dandelion hands.
i'm jealous of the rain, that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been. i'm jealous of the rain. i'm jealous of the wind, that ripples through your clothes, it's closer than your shadow. oh, I'm jealous of the wind. [...] i'm jealous of the nights, that I don't spend with you, i'm wondering who you lay next to. oh, I'm jealous of the nights. i'm jealous of the love, love that was in here, gone for someone else to share. oh, I'm jealous of the love.
• jealous - labyrinth.
at night, when the stars light up my room, i sit by myself, talking to the moon. trying to get to you, in hopes you're on the other side talking to me too.
• talking to the moon - ashley marina cover.
and i should have called, and i should have tried, and i should have walked you home every night. and i should have kissed you ten thousand times, just to tell you i love you. i should have done it all.
• all for you - cian ducrot.
i had these memories all around me, so I wouldn't be alone. some may be from showing up, others are from growing up, sometimes I was so messed up and didn't have a clue. i ain't winning no one over, i wear it just for you. i've got your name written here in a rose tattoo.
• rose tattoo - dropkick murphys.
as we stood by the ocean, you reached for my hand and you said my name. every word i heard poetry, i saw laughter upon your face. i don't know if you noticed, but i left my heart in that moment. with your arms on my shoulders, and that look in your eyes, i knew you and i were the same. there i danced in your aura, where you led me inside, guiding me into somewhere safe. i've found home.
• home - jacob lee.
remember the nights, that we would stare at the lights by the train tracks, and you would always listen to dashboard. that was the first time that i realized... all the pieces of you fit perfectly in the hole inside my heart. and i'd be lying if i tried telling you, that you're not everything i want. ‘cause i tried running away, but i came right back today, just hoping that you'd let me say i'm sorry.
• pieces of you - nothing, nowhere.
but i knew you, dancin' in your levi's, drunk under a streetlight, i knew you. hand under my sweatshirt, baby, kiss it better, i. and when i felt like i was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said i was your favorite.
• cardigan - taylor swift.
i remember happy wasted days, summer's golden haze in our eyes. lifting you above the breakin' waves, memories floatin' back to my mind [...] it's like when you're far away from me, i get lost in the crowd (oh), because when I'm in a room with you, that missing piece is found (oh).
• missing piece - vance joy.
oh, you, only you. when the night is over out of all the places i could choose, i go to you, only you. feel you just below the surface, darling. all i wanna do is go to you.
• you - benny blanco ft. marshmello and vance joy.
after all the misses and confessions to the stars, that we never really owned as ours. and if our world comes tumbling down, i never could forgive myself for leaving out, you're the one, you are the only one.
• honeybee - the head and the heart.
in the morning when you wake up, i like to believe you are thinking of me. and when the sun comes through your window, i like to believe you've been dreaming of me, dreaming. i know, ‘cause i'd spend half this morning thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in. i should know ‘cause i'd spend all the whole day, listening to your message i'm keeping and never deleting.
• tee shirt - birdy.
'cause this would be one whole lot easier, god, i know that's selfish but it's true, if underneath some calm exterior, you're all fucked up too. tell me, does your heart stop at the party when my name drops? like you're stood at the platform when the trains cross. are you hurting, yeah you must be. or is it just me? tongue-tied, screaming on the inside.
• is it just me? - emily burns ft. jp cooper.
everything i do, i'm gonna think of you. don't know what else to do, you got me, you got me, baby. everything i make, i only make for you. baby, be patient for me, and please don't fall in love with someone new. i promise, one day i'll come back for you.
• someone new - BANKS.
Cold sheets, oh, where's my love? / I am searching high / I'm searching low in the night / Does she know that we bleed the same? / Don't wanna cry but I break that way / Did she run away? Did she run away? I don't know / If she ran away, if she ran away, come back home
Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi
Fell by the wayside, like everyone else / I hate you, I hate you, I hate you / But I was just kidding myself / Our every moment, I start to replace / 'Cause now that they're gone / All I hear are the words that I needed to say / So, before you go / Was there something I could've said / To make your heart beat better? / If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather
Good Enough by Maisie Peters
I guess I took it for granted / You'll bury me someday / All the big plans that I planted / While you planned your own escape / Never thought I was the greatest / But I was great for you / Just assumed I was your favorite / With no one else to choose
Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan
Never got the chance / To say a last goodbye / I gotta move on / But it hurts to try / How do I love / How do I love again? / How do I trust / How do I trust again? / I stay up all night / Tell myself I'm alright / Baby, you're just harder to see than most / I put the record on / Wait 'til I hear our song / Every night I'm dancing with your ghost
You Broke Me First by Tate McRae
I know you, you're like this / When shit don't go your way you needed me to fix it / And like me, I did / But I ran out of every reason / Now suddenly you're asking for it back / Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve? / Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had / But I don't really care how bad it hurts / When you broke me first
Love Is Gone by Slander (feat Dylan Matthew)
I’m sorry, don't leave me / I want you here with me / I know that your love is gone / I can't breathe / I'm so weak / I know this isn't easy / Don't tell me that your love is gone
(this drabble was written for @vcmedia‘s Drabble Dimanche. Publishing it here because it ought to be clear who the protagonist and babe are.)
She’d been looking out the window for hours, book balanced upon her belly, when the first pains came. By now, she knew not to panic, that there would be time before anything of consequence might happen. She did not bother to call the girl to her rooms to help her, but set the book down beside her and placed her hands upon her swollen belly, closing her eyes against the cutting tremors.
It was cold for November, far colder than it should have been. The ice in the bowl in her room had to be broken each morning so she might rinse her face, the frosty water underneath turning her fingertips blue with cold.
The contractions increased faster than she’d been prepared for—this child was a month before its time, eager to arrive in the world, and she knew already that it had little patience. When the midwife found her way into the bedroom (called for by the girl who’d heard her groans), she was already in a deep squat near the fire. The older woman made quick work of her clothing, removing much of it so that she stood before the flames, her swollen breasts resting upon her naked belly, her hands down between her legs and touching the crown of the child’s head.
Her heart pounded as he slid from her body, another boy, another disappointment. But he was so small; that was all she noticed as the girl took him to clean him off, the water now warmed over the fire, his body pink underneath the smears of blood and white.
It was only then, after the placenta had also exited her, that she noticed once more the chill in the air, the gooseflesh upon her skin. The old woman wrapped her in a dressing gown after gently wiping off her thighs, her purple and bruised flesh, leading her to bed and pulling blankets and furs up around her.
“Wait.”
One word she uttered as the girl started to take the infant out of the room, his mouth wide with cries. The girl muttered something about the wet nurse, but she shook her head, her arms stretching out for him.
As that wide mouth latched upon her nipple, she sighed. He was different in her arms than the others had been. And, though he was tiny and wrinkled as any other newborn, she knew with one look that he would favour her—unlike so many of the others.
Her eyes wandered to the window, her fingers trembling as she held him.
