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rainbowfic2012-08-17 11:23 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-08-17 11:23 pm
Heart Gold #18, Sapphire #12, Lawn Green #2
Story: Lemon, Honey, and Mint
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Heart Gold #18. Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze. - Elynor Glyn, Sapphire #12. topaz, Lawn Green #2. lemonade
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature, frame (1006 FY), glue ("You're being pushed into new territory, and the good news is that you have the energy and willpower to reach any destination you choose.")
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Isshiri, Telri
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Takes place a few months after Sticky Situation
She likes to watch the sky with him. She makes sweet juice--lemon, water and honey, condensation sliding down the dented tin pitcher. He sometimes adds mint leaves. The contrast is growing on her.
He tastes of it--sharp, sticky-sweet--when he kisses her the first time--short, soft, mouth closed. He backs away, suddenly shy, surprised by his own daring. She feels his heart thrumming, and pulls him back for another kiss.
They lie on the grass, watching the sun move sedately across the sky, hearts outpacing it, hands entwined, tasting each other and lemon and honey and mint.
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Heart Gold #18. Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze. - Elynor Glyn, Sapphire #12. topaz, Lawn Green #2. lemonade
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature, frame (1006 FY), glue ("You're being pushed into new territory, and the good news is that you have the energy and willpower to reach any destination you choose.")
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Characters: Isshiri, Telri
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Takes place a few months after Sticky Situation
She likes to watch the sky with him. She makes sweet juice--lemon, water and honey, condensation sliding down the dented tin pitcher. He sometimes adds mint leaves. The contrast is growing on her.
He tastes of it--sharp, sticky-sweet--when he kisses her the first time--short, soft, mouth closed. He backs away, suddenly shy, surprised by his own daring. She feels his heart thrumming, and pulls him back for another kiss.
They lie on the grass, watching the sun move sedately across the sky, hearts outpacing it, hands entwined, tasting each other and lemon and honey and mint.
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