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rainbowfic2019-09-11 10:53 pm
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Jet Pack Blues #8, Jungle Green #17
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Divine
'Verse: Untitled Intrigues Story
Colors: Jet Pack Blues #8. My head's in heaven, my soles are in hell; let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well, Jungle Green #17. Tangle of roots
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Fair Day Three: Second Stage), photography, tapestry (Jungle Green and Novelty Beads), canvas, modeling clay (what beast lurks), seed beads, novelty beads, yarn
Word Count: 302
Rating: R
Characters: Metanrye
Warnings: Teenagers having sex (non-explicit).
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Metanrye had never been particularly devout. Oh, she was hardly an atheist--she of course believed in the Pillars and the gods and listened very seriously to what the priests had to say.
But it was a very matter-of-fact sort of thing. She believed in religion the same way she believed the sun rose each morning, or that a stone wall was hard, or the lake by her family’s estate was cold. Obvious facts of life, things everyone knew but weren’t really worth investing a lot of thought or time into.
Until she met Larien.
He wasn’t her first, but right from the start, it had been different with him.
From the moment he smiled at her--at a court event, she forgot exactly which one; he’d been distracted at first, more interested in what his brother Idan was saying than in yet another minor noble girl trying to introduce herself; but then he’d paused, and there had been something…something…something between them.
When he’d first kissed her, in the gallery, three nights later, just to say goodnight; the earth stopped moving under her feet for that moment; his hands stayed on hers, very correct; but she felt his heart racing, nearly as fast as hers; it was that same something, sacred and profane all at once, and she’d thought they’d be caught in that moment forever, before it ended.
And when they’d met in the gardens, in a secluded spot in the gardens, and the moon was full but half-hidden by the clouds; when he’d run a gentle hand along her cheek, through her hair; when she’d leaned up to kiss him again, so soft at first; when they’d found the ground soft enough and warm enough and she’d welcomed him with open arms--
That night, she’d known what it meant to be divine.
Story: Divine
'Verse: Untitled Intrigues Story
Colors: Jet Pack Blues #8. My head's in heaven, my soles are in hell; let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well, Jungle Green #17. Tangle of roots
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Fair Day Three: Second Stage), photography, tapestry (Jungle Green and Novelty Beads), canvas, modeling clay (what beast lurks), seed beads, novelty beads, yarn
Word Count: 302
Rating: R
Characters: Metanrye
Warnings: Teenagers having sex (non-explicit).
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Metanrye had never been particularly devout. Oh, she was hardly an atheist--she of course believed in the Pillars and the gods and listened very seriously to what the priests had to say.
But it was a very matter-of-fact sort of thing. She believed in religion the same way she believed the sun rose each morning, or that a stone wall was hard, or the lake by her family’s estate was cold. Obvious facts of life, things everyone knew but weren’t really worth investing a lot of thought or time into.
Until she met Larien.
He wasn’t her first, but right from the start, it had been different with him.
From the moment he smiled at her--at a court event, she forgot exactly which one; he’d been distracted at first, more interested in what his brother Idan was saying than in yet another minor noble girl trying to introduce herself; but then he’d paused, and there had been something…something…something between them.
When he’d first kissed her, in the gallery, three nights later, just to say goodnight; the earth stopped moving under her feet for that moment; his hands stayed on hers, very correct; but she felt his heart racing, nearly as fast as hers; it was that same something, sacred and profane all at once, and she’d thought they’d be caught in that moment forever, before it ended.
And when they’d met in the gardens, in a secluded spot in the gardens, and the moon was full but half-hidden by the clouds; when he’d run a gentle hand along her cheek, through her hair; when she’d leaned up to kiss him again, so soft at first; when they’d found the ground soft enough and warm enough and she’d welcomed him with open arms--
That night, she’d known what it meant to be divine.
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