Post by sketchymurr on Jul 18, 2011 16:50:08 GMT 10
Title: Highlights
Rating: PG13
Couple/Character: Daja Kisubo
Event: 4x100 relay
Words: 400
Warning: Implied femmeslash.
Summary: a few polished moments of Daja’s daily life & the struggles she faces.
Envy
Daja envied Briar. It wasn’t a big envy, it didn’t consume her. But it nagged at her a little now and then, usually catching her off guard, when she least suspected it. Like when she’d be relaxing after a day in the forge, feeling her muscles protest even the minor stretch. She’d see him, sweet talking another girl, just like the last.
No, it wasn’t a burning envy. But it was envy all the same.
She hadn’t heard Serah come up behind her, but she recognized her scent immediately. “Hello, beautiful.” Daja smiled. Envy had no place in her world.
Greed
She smelled of lilacs. Taking her hair in her fingers, Daja wrapped the golden strands around and around, pulling Serah closer as she inhaled. She couldn’t get enough.
It was like this whenever they were alone for too long- there was a crackling in the air, like when Tris was mad. It just pulled them together, and before Daja could even understand what she was doing, she was pulled up close to Serah’s green eyes with flecks of gold in them, and she was drowning in lilacs.
The thing about being greedy was that sometimes you got all you wanted.
Pride
“I don’t want your money.” Serah’s tone cut at Daja. She flinched a little and clutched the purse of coins tighter.
“It’s not about want, Serah.”
Serah turned, her lips tight and her brows drawn. Her back was straight like a piece of iron and Daja sighed a little. She was stubborn, prideful, ornery, beautiful… hers. Daja set the coins on the table and lifted her staff. “I’m here for you.” She set her hand on Serah’s shoulder and squeezed. “Always.”
She left before she could cry, or worse, Serah cried. Daja couldn’t stand her tears. They hurt too much.
Lust
Daja had never felt lust before. Not really. She’d felt stirrings of feelings, butterflies and questions and worries all worming up in her stomach like she may explode from it. But she’d never really felt lust- that burning, all consuming, blocking out everything else sort of feeling.
She figured she would someday, and when she did, it would be right. Until then, she wouldn’t worry about it. There was only so much that Daja could do about the course of her life.
She would make the best of it and all things would, in time, change for better or worse.
Rating: PG13
Couple/Character: Daja Kisubo
Event: 4x100 relay
Words: 400
Warning: Implied femmeslash.
Summary: a few polished moments of Daja’s daily life & the struggles she faces.
Envy
Daja envied Briar. It wasn’t a big envy, it didn’t consume her. But it nagged at her a little now and then, usually catching her off guard, when she least suspected it. Like when she’d be relaxing after a day in the forge, feeling her muscles protest even the minor stretch. She’d see him, sweet talking another girl, just like the last.
No, it wasn’t a burning envy. But it was envy all the same.
She hadn’t heard Serah come up behind her, but she recognized her scent immediately. “Hello, beautiful.” Daja smiled. Envy had no place in her world.
Greed
She smelled of lilacs. Taking her hair in her fingers, Daja wrapped the golden strands around and around, pulling Serah closer as she inhaled. She couldn’t get enough.
It was like this whenever they were alone for too long- there was a crackling in the air, like when Tris was mad. It just pulled them together, and before Daja could even understand what she was doing, she was pulled up close to Serah’s green eyes with flecks of gold in them, and she was drowning in lilacs.
The thing about being greedy was that sometimes you got all you wanted.
Pride
“I don’t want your money.” Serah’s tone cut at Daja. She flinched a little and clutched the purse of coins tighter.
“It’s not about want, Serah.”
Serah turned, her lips tight and her brows drawn. Her back was straight like a piece of iron and Daja sighed a little. She was stubborn, prideful, ornery, beautiful… hers. Daja set the coins on the table and lifted her staff. “I’m here for you.” She set her hand on Serah’s shoulder and squeezed. “Always.”
She left before she could cry, or worse, Serah cried. Daja couldn’t stand her tears. They hurt too much.
Lust
Daja had never felt lust before. Not really. She’d felt stirrings of feelings, butterflies and questions and worries all worming up in her stomach like she may explode from it. But she’d never really felt lust- that burning, all consuming, blocking out everything else sort of feeling.
She figured she would someday, and when she did, it would be right. Until then, she wouldn’t worry about it. There was only so much that Daja could do about the course of her life.
She would make the best of it and all things would, in time, change for better or worse.