Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2011 11:26:38 GMT 10
Title: Slide (6)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 301
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Lark is dead. Sandry is lost, and so is Daja. Mentioned character death, implied sex. Sandry/Daja
Sandry often wondered how Tris had managed to stand the emptiness.
(She didn't completely, Sandry sometimes remembered; she'd moped around the house, because Niko's death left a gap that Briar and Daja and Sandry could try to fill, momentarily, but could only properly recover given time.)
Sandry had attended the funeral; she had spoken. For the first night, she had slept well, even. But, in the oddest moments, Lark's death would hit her, and she had to stop to tell herself to breathe again. (Sometimes, Briar would be beside her, and would be the one to remind her; sometimes, Briar would just... still... and Sandry would return the favor.)
And just once, Sandry hadn't been able to stop crying -- tears welling as Daja laid down her tools, carefully, and embraced her, because Sandry was easy to hug; tears spilling over as she laid her head on Daja's strong shoulders. tears rolling over her cheeks as, almost clumsily, almost unintentionally, their lips found each other's.
They gasped and moaned in a way no one not completely trusted would ever see, and when it was over, they reclined on the bed and stared at each other, cheeks still touching. Sandry closed her eyes and didn't feel empty.
After a moment of staring at the ceiling, Daja murmured, "I thought you didn't like girls... but you and Tris, after Niko's funeral..."
Sandry nodded, and felt Daja feel her do so. "I could let anyone else touch her. Not then, when she was crying too. Besides, you and Briar..."
"Caught," Daja grinned, and kissed her cheek.
But conversation lapsed, after that -- and Sandry, in privacy, thought that, just because two ships found each other in a patch of endless sea, it did not mean either was any closer to docking at a port.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 301
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: Lark is dead. Sandry is lost, and so is Daja. Mentioned character death, implied sex. Sandry/Daja
Sandry often wondered how Tris had managed to stand the emptiness.
(She didn't completely, Sandry sometimes remembered; she'd moped around the house, because Niko's death left a gap that Briar and Daja and Sandry could try to fill, momentarily, but could only properly recover given time.)
Sandry had attended the funeral; she had spoken. For the first night, she had slept well, even. But, in the oddest moments, Lark's death would hit her, and she had to stop to tell herself to breathe again. (Sometimes, Briar would be beside her, and would be the one to remind her; sometimes, Briar would just... still... and Sandry would return the favor.)
And just once, Sandry hadn't been able to stop crying -- tears welling as Daja laid down her tools, carefully, and embraced her, because Sandry was easy to hug; tears spilling over as she laid her head on Daja's strong shoulders. tears rolling over her cheeks as, almost clumsily, almost unintentionally, their lips found each other's.
They gasped and moaned in a way no one not completely trusted would ever see, and when it was over, they reclined on the bed and stared at each other, cheeks still touching. Sandry closed her eyes and didn't feel empty.
After a moment of staring at the ceiling, Daja murmured, "I thought you didn't like girls... but you and Tris, after Niko's funeral..."
Sandry nodded, and felt Daja feel her do so. "I could let anyone else touch her. Not then, when she was crying too. Besides, you and Briar..."
"Caught," Daja grinned, and kissed her cheek.
But conversation lapsed, after that -- and Sandry, in privacy, thought that, just because two ships found each other in a patch of endless sea, it did not mean either was any closer to docking at a port.
QC by PeroxidePirate