Post by max on Feb 20, 2010 20:15:03 GMT 10
Bright Star VIII
PG-13
344
Joren
1/E
In which I pull a fangirl on so many levels. Oh. Yeah.
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The day of the big examinations he waits for her to fail – but she isn’t there at all. It is the first time he feels something – a current of lightning darting through his brain – which is somehow tied up into her wellbeing, rather than her defeat.
But that night he pays for the change with the corrosion of his body, made incandescent with rage and pain and inexplicable despair, his bed twisted by his heat, eyes adjusted to the darkness and blank whitewashed walls as if he is no longer human at all.
There is only one remedy, and when he seeks it, pulling his nightshirt up above his hips, into that midnight gloom he thinks of… the princess, Kalasin, with her white skin and blue-black hair and bluer blood and azure eyes, ‘Pay attention’, the curt order, her younger sisters watching silently in a row, sapphires in the dark. Kally is older than he is, nonetheless, there is a delight in being lead by her, taught by her, her long fingers laced through his hair and classical Contè haughtiness melting under his lips where they taste her feverish skin or maybe… the servant girl with the enormous dark eyes and flashing needles. She would be one who enjoyed power, would not let him off lightly with those hands that have been trained into finding every nerve-ending to bruise and bite and kiss and … or perhaps even – even –
He shudders and is broken into stardust and his body sparks with euphoria and dismay because he loses a little more each time, hasn’t any idea of who he is (or what) and in his head he is screaming, always screaming, raging at the world until Gainel (who, of all the gods, he despises) finally pulls him into a realm of fitful hauntings by hazel, sunburst eyes, and in the morning he is ravaged and exhausted but the better for the dawn.
(The morning is wiser than the evening, his mother says.)
He cannot help but shine (burn), because that is what he is for.
PG-13
344
Joren
1/E
In which I pull a fangirl on so many levels. Oh. Yeah.
____________________________________________
The day of the big examinations he waits for her to fail – but she isn’t there at all. It is the first time he feels something – a current of lightning darting through his brain – which is somehow tied up into her wellbeing, rather than her defeat.
But that night he pays for the change with the corrosion of his body, made incandescent with rage and pain and inexplicable despair, his bed twisted by his heat, eyes adjusted to the darkness and blank whitewashed walls as if he is no longer human at all.
There is only one remedy, and when he seeks it, pulling his nightshirt up above his hips, into that midnight gloom he thinks of… the princess, Kalasin, with her white skin and blue-black hair and bluer blood and azure eyes, ‘Pay attention’, the curt order, her younger sisters watching silently in a row, sapphires in the dark. Kally is older than he is, nonetheless, there is a delight in being lead by her, taught by her, her long fingers laced through his hair and classical Contè haughtiness melting under his lips where they taste her feverish skin or maybe… the servant girl with the enormous dark eyes and flashing needles. She would be one who enjoyed power, would not let him off lightly with those hands that have been trained into finding every nerve-ending to bruise and bite and kiss and … or perhaps even – even –
He shudders and is broken into stardust and his body sparks with euphoria and dismay because he loses a little more each time, hasn’t any idea of who he is (or what) and in his head he is screaming, always screaming, raging at the world until Gainel (who, of all the gods, he despises) finally pulls him into a realm of fitful hauntings by hazel, sunburst eyes, and in the morning he is ravaged and exhausted but the better for the dawn.
(The morning is wiser than the evening, his mother says.)
He cannot help but shine (burn), because that is what he is for.