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rainbowfic2015-06-26 05:15 pm
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2015-06-26 05:15 pm
Code brown, milk bottle, spilt ink, rose pink, avocado
Name: Sebastian
Title: tempered with fable (and burning with fire)
Story: N/A
Colors: Code Brown: 10. Innocence is overrated, based on what you haven't done
Spilt Ink: 5. Don't settle for someone who doesn't give you things to say. Forever is a long time to make small talk.
Avocado: 14) Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions / I keep my visions to myself / It's only me / Who wants to wrap around your dreams and... /Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? -Fleetwood Mac
Milk Bottle: 3- Magic lantern
Supplies: N/A
Rating: G
Warnings: Nothing really.
Word count; 565
Notes: This is forbookblather. I meant to get this birthday gift out much earlier than now but I just did brain correctly for much of anything but since yesterday took a turn for the better re: writing, I gave it a go again today. Kat, you are amazing, I hope this weird little love story suits you.
Also need a tag for Avocado. <3
She sits on the sidewalk, hands dirty and face lean and hungry. She's the kind of creature you pass, thinking of her as just that, a creature. Something that hardly registers as human. She's feral and fierce and waiting to steal what you've got in your pockets.
But she's not that, not exactly. She is as fierce as you think she is, her nails are sharp and her mind sharper. She's daggers under her skin and a spell on her lips to drop you to your knees. But she can be gentle, she can be loving too.
She's not all edges and she's not all curves, she is something you'll never get to know because you look at her, you see her face, her dress, the way she holds herself, and you make your judgement. You assume she's done something and that innocence is hardly a word she understands.
But you know nothing compared to what she knows about the world around her, about you and your ilk and everything that crawls, walks, slides, or swims through the world.
She is a magic thing, a being above the whispers and more than the legends. She knows what you'r thinking, what you're dreaming and she's not afraid to use that to her advantage if she chooses to.
And who am I in all this? I'm no one, I'm the words on a page, on a screen, in your head. I'm just the words telling you what you should have already known, all the stories you thought weren't true.
I'm the words she wields to fight you of and break you down.
And I'm in love.
I wrap around her tongue, curl amidst her teeth and live between her lips. It's like a kiss, a moment between lovers only even more than that. I'm the gun she cocks, the word she spits out in anger or whispers in love. I am the very language that rests inside her soul, the words that bounce around her brain and leave her lips like rain spilling to the ground.
She loves me too, treats me well and cares for me as any lover would. We share moments together, we fall into a bed of blankets and soft pillows, even if we never touch each other. We revel in each other, whispering words and letting that be the most powerful thing between us.
The language between us, the words that she thinks and I say, or she whispers and I scream, this is how we celebrate our love, this is sex, this is passion, this is everything we need.
And she is so much to me, a guiding light, a hand to lead the way. While I am the lantern she holds, the light she uses to cast away the shadows. We are together, we are one, she is my handler and I am her weapon. She is mo lover and I am her passion.
This, you see, is what we are more than anything else. You see her and you see something sub-human, a creature or maybe a girl. You don't see the powerful woman she is, the powerful thing that we are together.
But she sees your dreams and I speak them aloud. We will find you, we will make you see us, and you will know our true forms as legends and light and the power in language.
Title: tempered with fable (and burning with fire)
Story: N/A
Colors: Code Brown: 10. Innocence is overrated, based on what you haven't done
Spilt Ink: 5. Don't settle for someone who doesn't give you things to say. Forever is a long time to make small talk.
Avocado: 14) Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions / I keep my visions to myself / It's only me / Who wants to wrap around your dreams and... /Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? -Fleetwood Mac
Milk Bottle: 3- Magic lantern
Supplies: N/A
Rating: G
Warnings: Nothing really.
Word count; 565
Notes: This is for
bookblather. I meant to get this birthday gift out much earlier than now but I just did brain correctly for much of anything but since yesterday took a turn for the better re: writing, I gave it a go again today. Kat, you are amazing, I hope this weird little love story suits you.Also need a tag for Avocado. <3
She sits on the sidewalk, hands dirty and face lean and hungry. She's the kind of creature you pass, thinking of her as just that, a creature. Something that hardly registers as human. She's feral and fierce and waiting to steal what you've got in your pockets.
But she's not that, not exactly. She is as fierce as you think she is, her nails are sharp and her mind sharper. She's daggers under her skin and a spell on her lips to drop you to your knees. But she can be gentle, she can be loving too.
She's not all edges and she's not all curves, she is something you'll never get to know because you look at her, you see her face, her dress, the way she holds herself, and you make your judgement. You assume she's done something and that innocence is hardly a word she understands.
But you know nothing compared to what she knows about the world around her, about you and your ilk and everything that crawls, walks, slides, or swims through the world.
She is a magic thing, a being above the whispers and more than the legends. She knows what you'r thinking, what you're dreaming and she's not afraid to use that to her advantage if she chooses to.
And who am I in all this? I'm no one, I'm the words on a page, on a screen, in your head. I'm just the words telling you what you should have already known, all the stories you thought weren't true.
I'm the words she wields to fight you of and break you down.
And I'm in love.
I wrap around her tongue, curl amidst her teeth and live between her lips. It's like a kiss, a moment between lovers only even more than that. I'm the gun she cocks, the word she spits out in anger or whispers in love. I am the very language that rests inside her soul, the words that bounce around her brain and leave her lips like rain spilling to the ground.
She loves me too, treats me well and cares for me as any lover would. We share moments together, we fall into a bed of blankets and soft pillows, even if we never touch each other. We revel in each other, whispering words and letting that be the most powerful thing between us.
The language between us, the words that she thinks and I say, or she whispers and I scream, this is how we celebrate our love, this is sex, this is passion, this is everything we need.
And she is so much to me, a guiding light, a hand to lead the way. While I am the lantern she holds, the light she uses to cast away the shadows. We are together, we are one, she is my handler and I am her weapon. She is mo lover and I am her passion.
This, you see, is what we are more than anything else. You see her and you see something sub-human, a creature or maybe a girl. You don't see the powerful woman she is, the powerful thing that we are together.
But she sees your dreams and I speak them aloud. We will find you, we will make you see us, and you will know our true forms as legends and light and the power in language.