Post by max on Feb 5, 2010 9:32:17 GMT 10
Title: Who's Afraid Of Hannalof?
Rating: PG
Length: 359
Competitor: Uline
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Kel and Uline have a conversation.
Kind of.
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What’s going on, Keladry of Mindelan.
And she reaches out to clasp her hand or wrist (or perhaps simply to touch her arm) but Kel feels all iced over, steps out of her reach.
You tell me.
There comes a point in every relationship (or so it seems to her, although, really, she is no expert) where the weight of nonchalance becomes too much to bear, and to escape the hope or expectation or potential for pain, lines are crossed. Transgressed. Boundaries broken. Uline follows her, lies in wait, traces fire over her body and leaves the scent of hyacinths in Kel’s hair, her mouth, the pores of her skin – but she leaves, in the white light of the false dawn. It is never Keladry she chooses as a dancing partner at court.
Her fingers are long and pale; spiders that pull responses from Kel she never realised were in her, smoothing the gloves in her lap (creamy, but not as white and delicate as her skin) and then still.
I am not the kind to write my love across the stars for all to see, it’s true. But that doesn’t mean I love lightly.
Her eyes have been cast down until now, but when they rise, meeting hers levelly and seriously and without any hint of desire, Keladry finds herself rendered mute by her fear (and is intrigued).
I would feel you suck the marrow from my bones if that brought you closer to me.
It isn’t the most romantic declaration of love she has received – indeed, it is perhaps the most frightening, in a tone so matter of fact, promising a devotion that would move mountains with hands as soft as the petals of a rose - hands that pull at a stray coil of dark hair, tuck it behind an ear, pin her to a wall in the blink of an eye. They are breathing the same air, and she is stronger than Uline, and she is breathing in the smell of hyacinths, wondering just what bone marrow tastes like, and she is powerless against her.
So tell me, Kel. Where do we go from here.
Rating: PG
Length: 359
Competitor: Uline
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Kel and Uline have a conversation.
Kind of.
=====================
What’s going on, Keladry of Mindelan.
And she reaches out to clasp her hand or wrist (or perhaps simply to touch her arm) but Kel feels all iced over, steps out of her reach.
You tell me.
There comes a point in every relationship (or so it seems to her, although, really, she is no expert) where the weight of nonchalance becomes too much to bear, and to escape the hope or expectation or potential for pain, lines are crossed. Transgressed. Boundaries broken. Uline follows her, lies in wait, traces fire over her body and leaves the scent of hyacinths in Kel’s hair, her mouth, the pores of her skin – but she leaves, in the white light of the false dawn. It is never Keladry she chooses as a dancing partner at court.
Her fingers are long and pale; spiders that pull responses from Kel she never realised were in her, smoothing the gloves in her lap (creamy, but not as white and delicate as her skin) and then still.
I am not the kind to write my love across the stars for all to see, it’s true. But that doesn’t mean I love lightly.
Her eyes have been cast down until now, but when they rise, meeting hers levelly and seriously and without any hint of desire, Keladry finds herself rendered mute by her fear (and is intrigued).
I would feel you suck the marrow from my bones if that brought you closer to me.
It isn’t the most romantic declaration of love she has received – indeed, it is perhaps the most frightening, in a tone so matter of fact, promising a devotion that would move mountains with hands as soft as the petals of a rose - hands that pull at a stray coil of dark hair, tuck it behind an ear, pin her to a wall in the blink of an eye. They are breathing the same air, and she is stronger than Uline, and she is breathing in the smell of hyacinths, wondering just what bone marrow tastes like, and she is powerless against her.
So tell me, Kel. Where do we go from here.