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Title: Reversal
Word Count: 100
Notes: My first drabble, written for the prompt "Destroy" at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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He’s wearing a gold-buttoned velvet coat, gold-threaded tie, gold cufflinks: a dragon’s hoard dumped on her dull floor. Even begging for rescue, his posture demands that she be grateful to breathe his air.
It’s easy to be arrogant, out-of-touch, delusional in his world of balls and banquets and games that frivolously draw blood. That was her world, until:
"You destroyed me."
He recoils from her thanks. His eyes mourn diamond wristwatches and caviar.
"Let me repay the favor."
She applauds him, if he can claw his way up in the real world; she expects to be delighted when he cannot.
Word Count: 100
Notes: My first drabble, written for the prompt "Destroy" at
fiction_drabbles.He’s wearing a gold-buttoned velvet coat, gold-threaded tie, gold cufflinks: a dragon’s hoard dumped on her dull floor. Even begging for rescue, his posture demands that she be grateful to breathe his air.
It’s easy to be arrogant, out-of-touch, delusional in his world of balls and banquets and games that frivolously draw blood. That was her world, until:
"You destroyed me."
He recoils from her thanks. His eyes mourn diamond wristwatches and caviar.
"Let me repay the favor."
She applauds him, if he can claw his way up in the real world; she expects to be delighted when he cannot.
