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Mar. 16th, 2009 07:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrWTF is with dulcet? Dulcet sobs, dulcet wings.
Your challenge today is to use the word 'dulcet' in a drabble that does not make me want to punch you in the face, or laugh hysterically during what should be a hot scene. Or, better still, don't use dulcet at all.
Your challenge today is to use the word 'dulcet' in a drabble that does not make me want to punch you in the face, or laugh hysterically during what should be a hot scene. Or, better still, don't use dulcet at all.
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Date: 2009-03-16 12:23 pm (UTC)I love commas
... and I still want to punch myself in the face. It's a seriously misused word. It's never good. Even when used in the negative as shown.
XD
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Date: 2009-03-16 01:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-16 02:02 pm (UTC)Emery sat at his writing desk, frowning at the papers before him. His fool of a brother had once again botched the count of horses that had been sent to the Citadel, and sorting and filling out the last minute paperwork had not been in his plans for the afternoon. And stabling for the extra five steeds would be a strain on his finances if he had to handle them for long. He already had his hands full with the horses coming from the eastern lands, and preparing for the fall riding competitions filled most of his day.
At least Dolfin had sent him some parade horses. Keeping the work horses for the border was just about the only smart thing the fool had done; although Emery suspected that his wife had something to do with that. Perhaps he could interest the castle in taking them. Or at least a few of the court members who were more interested in bloodlines and looks than spirit and brains.
A knock at his study door drew his attention. He looked around as Zan opened it, a polite bow signaling to Emery that there was a guest.
"M'lady Jania, My Lord."
Zan stepped back, allowing the lady to enter. Unlike Emery, Jania was simply dressed, her pale rose skirts lacking the trendy ruffles so popular now, and her dark hair pulled almost severely back into a knot near the top of her head. She bore her ever-present lute on her shoulder, securely held in its velvet case.
Emery smiled, standing and walking around the table to greet her. "Dear Jania. I had not realized you were back in the area."
The sharp angles of Jania's thin face softened as she accepted a kiss on each cheek from Emery. "I came with the horses," she said simply. "I thought I would give my greetings before retiring to my quarters."
"I am honored." Emery swept her a deep bow. "In truth, I am grateful to you for the distraction. Figuring out the latest mess my brother has sent me had me in a full panic."
"It is hard to imagine, let alone see for myself, Lord Bluehill in a panic." Jania rolled her shoulders, and the lute case fell into her hand. "Shall I play for you while you work?"
Emery smiled wryly, accepting the hint. "Are you taking lessons from my Zan on how to keep me at my duties?"
Jania bent her head to tuning her lute, hiding a tiny smile. "Your man is an admirable man."
Emery chuckled and went back around his desk, seating himself as Jania started an old, simple melody. "I shall be sure to tell him you said so," he said, simply to see her thin cheeks color, well-aware of her childhood crush on Zan.
He closed his eyes for a moment, listening as Jania gave voice to her tune. Jania would never truly make it here in the capital, where professional minstrels with true skill could be found at every tavern, in every great house. Her voice was not the piping, bird-like soprano that was so popular, but a smooth, dulcet alto made for soothing troubled children and calming rowdy border taverns. It reminded him of their home on the southwestern borders, where all the children from the House would sit under the trees by the water, boys playing knights and dragons, girls with the tending of dolls and the young babes, keeping both from falling into the stream.
It wasn't until a pause in the song that Emery opened his eyes to see Jania giving him the Look that the women in her family did so well.
"Oh, very well." With a sigh, he picked up his papers again, listening as she picked up the tune right where she left off.
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Date: 2009-03-16 02:02 pm (UTC)Penelope's delightful delicate dulcet tones were enough to brighten even the most dreadfully drab dreary day.
Yep, you're absolutely right.
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Date: 2009-03-16 02:07 pm (UTC)Are a genius.
I nearly missed it and I was looking for it.
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Date: 2009-03-16 02:08 pm (UTC)dulcet [dull-sit]
Adjective
(of a sound) soothing or pleasant: she smiled and, in dulcet tones, told me I would be next
Way to make her sound like a freaky cliche criminal executionor.
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Date: 2009-03-16 03:34 pm (UTC)"Your dulcet silhouette gives rise to the most profound feelings of schadenfreude within my trembling bosom."
"...um. Right, I think I'm going to have to cut you off now. You've clearly had far too much to drink."
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Date: 2009-03-16 03:37 pm (UTC)Jack must have finally registered the disbelief on Kale's face and looks Greatly Affronted.
"No poetry? No letter of love comparing his hair to the midnight wing of the raven, and his eternally sweet, dulcet voice to choirs of angels?" Kale manages to choke out. The look on on Jacks face eventually gives way to worry, and there is the dull slapping sound of Kale's palm against his forehead.
"Do you think I should?" Jack wrings his hands. "What if it's not enough? God, I'm such an idiot. Should I get flowers too?" He starts babbling, and Kale wonders how this idiot made it this far.
Oh right. Jack has him.
So he captures his hands and releases them slowly till they fall to Jack's sides.
"There's a better way," he says, and his voice is breathy and rough and Not Dulcet At All. "I'll show you." And he drops to his knees.
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Date: 2009-03-16 04:30 pm (UTC)"Cinders! Where are you?"
After taking a moment to calm her breath after sprinting across the house, Ella inquired softly, "Did I hear your dulcet tones calling my name?"
It should have gotten her a well-earned slap but Esmeralda seemed to hold out some hope that Ella was being sincere.
AFTER A WHILE IT DOESN'T EVEN SOUND LIKE A REAL WORD ANYMORE
Date: 2009-03-16 05:11 pm (UTC)Dulcet rubbed a hand over his face. He never thought he'd live to see the day that nipple-licking would be unwelcome, but last week had been especially gross. Some pot-bellied, drunk hairy old man had had the dubious honor of licking Dulcet's nipples clean; unfortunately, the fat fuck had copped a feel while he did it, and no one had noticed because his huge paunch was in the way. Dulcet had been forced to sit still while the man fondled him under the stupid short skirt of his costume. He'd been hard when the guy stopped and totally disgusted with himself.
Sometimes he wondered why he did this shit. And then he remembered stuff like, oh yeah, rent and food, and, probably most importantly, the fucking tattoo on his neck reminding everyone what he was. It sucked being a Mod and trying to stay under the radar.
He stood and popped his back, checking himself out in the mirror. His short, honey-colored hair was artfully spiked and the glitter on his cheekbones gave his features a little sparkle that the stage lights would pick up. He leaned closer to the mirror and pulled out his mascara wand, giving his lashes a few more strokes to plump them up. It was one thing to have glossy, cocksucking lips like his (or so he'd been told) but if he played up his girly lashes and whiskey-brown eyes, he might meet his rent goal in a few nights. Maybe he could take a couple days off for once. He pursed his lips and pouted into the mirror experimentally, then snorted at how stupid he looked.
"Dulcet!" barked the club manager in harsh tones, interrupting him. "Get your perky ass to my office!"
Dulcet swiveled around. "What?" he said.
Gerlaff, the club manager, came into view. His habitual cigar was clamped tightly between his sausagey lips. His face was flushed and sweaty, and he was scowling hard. "Ya heard me. My office. Now," he snarled and stomped off.
Dulcet blinked, feeling torn. He was supposed to be onstage - tonight's performance was a big money-earner. He could already hear the crowd begin grumbling. But Jade and Candy were experienced enough to put on a two-guy show in a pinch. He sighed again and rolled his well-oiled shoulders to relax himself, making his way to Gerlaff's office. He might miss work tonight, but if he wanted to work at all it was best to keep Gerlaff happy.
He bit his lips in nervousness as he thought about the reason Gerlaff could have for calling him in. He'd been good this month. He'd done all his shows, hadn't punched any clients for touching him without paying, and he'd sucked Gerlaff's cock twice. (Okay, so he hadn't swallowed, but fuck that. He'd drink drain cleaner first.) He knew it was risky for Gerlaff to employ a Mod, but it wasn't like the club was on the up-and-up anyway.
Dulcet didn't bother to knock, just pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"Ah, Seth. Good to see you again."
"Oh, no," Dulcet said as he took a step back, suddenly feeling trapped. "Oh, hell, no."
Re: AFTER A WHILE IT DOESN'T EVEN SOUND LIKE A REAL WORD ANYMORE
Date: 2009-03-16 05:16 pm (UTC)"What do you want?" Dulcet said. "Dammit, how did you find me?"
"It wasn't easy," Gavin said idly. "I'll give you that. You've been quite difficult to bring to heel. Of course, you're a valuable asset. Did you really think no one would come looking?"
"Didn't think they'd send you."
"Yes," Gavin agreed. "I was rather surprised as well. But of course, I'm probably the only one good enough to track you."
"Travid's good enough," Dulcet said bitterly.
Gavin's eyes narrowed. "Travid is no longer with the agency. He didn't know how to respect company property."
Dulcet couldn't help his flinch. "He's gone?"
"Permanently," Gavin agreed with a cold, flickering little smile.
"I'm not going back with you," Dulcet said, straightening his shoulders. "I don't care what you do. You'll have to kill me."
"Really?" Gavin asked. "So this is what you want to do with your life? Whore around in Slum 5, barely making ends meet, going back to your ridiculous roach-infested apartment on Galliers Street?"
Dulcet felt frozen. "You know where I live?"
"Beside the point." Gavin waved his hand. "You're better than this."
Dulcet clenched his jaw and his fists at precisely the same time. "Oh yeah? Well, I've got a nice little decoration on my neck that pretty much guarantees I'll never get any legitimate work, so fuck you. I'm doing what I have to."
"You wouldn't have to do any of it if you'd come back like a good boy."
"No way," Dulcet growled.
Gavin sighed and let his feet fall to the floor with a bang. He stood, slowly unfolding to his full height. He was as tall and broad-shouldered as ever. Beneath his midnight-colored suit, Dulcet could see the bulge of his weapon. His blue-black hair gleamed, longer than regulation cut. But Gavin could get away with things like that.
"I have my orders," Gavin said.
"Fuck your orders," Dulcet said. "I'm free now and I'm never going back."
Gavin's lips twisted. "You stay here, and then what? This greasy imbecile," he indicated Gerlaff, who stilled under the attention, with an unimpressed wave of his hand, "is going to use your body and exploit you. Do you really want his disgusting flesh in your mouth again?" He moved closer. "In your body at all?"
"Fuck you," Dulcet said, shaking with rage and fear. "Better than having you guys in my head mind-raping me."
Gavin paused. He leaned his hip against the desk and crossed his arms. The suit jacket's sleeves pulled tight across his well-muscled arms. "What happened was regrettable. As I said, Agent Travid is no longer with us."
"Good for you guys," Dulcet said. "I'm not going back so I can find out what Travid 2.0 is like."
Gavin's lips quirked again. He shifted and reached into his pocket, and Dulcet immediately tensed, feeling invisible hackles raise along his back. "What're you..." he trailed off when he saw what Gavin had pulled out.
Gavin dangled the leash and collar from his hand. "You don't get Travid 2.0," he said. "You get me."
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Date: 2009-03-16 05:18 pm (UTC)"I'm your new owner, pup. Now, are you going to come quietly or do I have to leash you in front of this nice man?"
"Oh, fuck this," Dulcet said, shifting in a blink. He scrambled away from his boots, his tiny claws clicking across the floor. He ignored Gavin's yell and darted through the door and down the hall, going as fast as his yorkie paws would take him.
"Seth, get back here!" Gavin shouted. "Dammit, dog!"
Fat chance, buddy, Dulcet thought. He yipped a few choice words over his shoulder and jumped through the sets of long-fingernailed hands that reached for him. Then he was out the open stage door - thank God for Carrie and her constant cigarette breaks - and into the night.
He looked over his furry shoulder and saw Gavin standing in the doorway, glaring after him. "You can run, Seth," Gavin shouted. "But I'm going to find you!"
Seth, code named Dulcet, Modified Canid #6: Yorkshire Terrier, and best damn recon Mod the agency had ever seen, snorted under his breath and doubled his efforts until his paws were tiny blurs over the pavement.
He could stay one step ahead of Gavin. He could. But God, he just wanted to stop running.
Instead, he flattened his ears and pushed on.
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Date: 2009-03-16 05:27 pm (UTC)Re: AFTER A WHILE IT DOESN'T EVEN SOUND LIKE A REAL WORD ANYMORE
Date: 2009-03-16 06:03 pm (UTC)Re: AFTER A WHILE IT DOESN'T EVEN SOUND LIKE A REAL WORD ANYMORE
Date: 2009-03-16 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-16 06:46 pm (UTC)That said:
Shad gasped and pushed Iskander away, which was more difficult than it should be. Why...? Did they really mean...? He brought his hand to his mouth, his lips moist and tingling, and up until now they had only done that after kissing Isidor.
'Do you see?' Isidor said, and Shad jerked his head up, looking past Iskander to where Isidor was standing - with Niall still hovering close by. Shad knew that neither Isidor or Iskander could see Niall's shuttered expression, the dull set of his eyes, but Shad could, and he could see the pain through that careful facade.
And this was very, very wrong.
'No,'he said. 'I don't think I do. Not when you,' he glared at Iskander, 'can kiss me like that with Niall standing right there and not even have the decency to feel guilty about it.'
There was guilt now, though, but mostly surprise, and that in turn surprised him into shutting up. They didn't know? He almost laughed, because how could they not see what was so plain, so clear? Someone ought to knock some sense into them, and he rather suspected it was going to have to be him. Because Niall was still just standing there, staring, a flush to his pale cheeks. There was hope in his eyes, now, but the twins' hesitation was quickly killing it.
'If one of you doesn't kiss him right now,' he said, 'I will. Because someone should.' He didn't even know why he said it, and his own cheeks started to burn. But apparently it was the right thing to say, because Niall flushed even deeper, and Iskander's eyes exploded with heat.
'Yes,' Isidor said, breathless, turned, and in two steps reached Niall.
Oh. Oh.
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Date: 2009-03-16 06:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-16 06:54 pm (UTC)The remaining table cracked against the wall. "Enough with the maiden already!" the princess shouted out... in the decidedly unmaidenly voice. "My name is Julian, not Julianna. Now get out of my room, before my dulcet voice decides to summon the guards!"
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Date: 2009-03-16 06:59 pm (UTC)Re: AFTER A WHILE IT DOESN'T EVEN SOUND LIKE A REAL WORD ANYMORE
Date: 2009-03-16 07:11 pm (UTC)Re: AFTER A WHILE IT DOESN'T EVEN SOUND LIKE A REAL WORD ANYMORE
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