Post by sketchymurr on Jul 18, 2011 6:03:49 GMT 10
Title: High Contrast
Rating: PG
Couple/Character: Daja Kisubo / Serah Baker
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Warning: Implied femmeslash.
Summary: Daja has an interesting evening, followed by morning conversation with Tris.
Daja had never realized quite how different they were until the morning light broke through her bedroom window. Of course, the pretty girl she’d been walking with in the evening was pretty, but in the glow of the morning dawn, she looked amazing. Like she absorbed the light and shone with it all on her own, instead of reflecting it.
Daja held her arm close to Serah’s, comparing the skin tones. Dark and light, she thought with a smile. A few of her small braids of dark hair lay near Serah’s own golden hair, long and tangled from last night. Daja flushed a little at the memory and moved closer to Serah. She wasn’t sure how last night had come about really- she’d been giddy, high off finishing a time-consuming and intense project that had not only been a good accomplishment, it had been profitable. Each time Daja sold another piece of her living metal work, it was a reassurance that she had a place in the world.
Daja Kisubo could survive.
But she wanted to enjoy surviving, she thought as she traced a hand over the swell of one blanket covered breast. Serah was still asleep, and though she wanted to touch her (didn’t she always?) she would resist. She knew the other woman didn’t get to sleep in often. Silently, Daja rose, finding her clothing and picking the pieces off the floor, reliving bits of the prior evening with a small, content smile.
She had moved on with her life after Namorn- and though it sometimes would twinge, like an old broken bone, she was mostly letting sleeping dogs lie. Daja had so much more to look forward to.
Careful to ease her door open quietly, she snuck down the steps with practice ease. It was her house, after all. It was early enough that she hadn’t expected to see Tris in the kitchen, however. “Morning,” she mumbled softly, searching for tea.
“Evening,” Tris replied drily. Daja could tell she hadn’t slept yet.
“Long night?” Daja sat at the table, holding her cup as Tris poured tea for her, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
“I could say the same for you,” Tris jabbed, though there was no malice in the tone.
Daja smiled. “You could.” She wouldn’t let Tris’ prickles get to her on such a wonderful morning.
“Spoilsport,” Tris murmured. But there was a smile in her tone.
Rating: PG
Couple/Character: Daja Kisubo / Serah Baker
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Warning: Implied femmeslash.
Summary: Daja has an interesting evening, followed by morning conversation with Tris.
Daja had never realized quite how different they were until the morning light broke through her bedroom window. Of course, the pretty girl she’d been walking with in the evening was pretty, but in the glow of the morning dawn, she looked amazing. Like she absorbed the light and shone with it all on her own, instead of reflecting it.
Daja held her arm close to Serah’s, comparing the skin tones. Dark and light, she thought with a smile. A few of her small braids of dark hair lay near Serah’s own golden hair, long and tangled from last night. Daja flushed a little at the memory and moved closer to Serah. She wasn’t sure how last night had come about really- she’d been giddy, high off finishing a time-consuming and intense project that had not only been a good accomplishment, it had been profitable. Each time Daja sold another piece of her living metal work, it was a reassurance that she had a place in the world.
Daja Kisubo could survive.
But she wanted to enjoy surviving, she thought as she traced a hand over the swell of one blanket covered breast. Serah was still asleep, and though she wanted to touch her (didn’t she always?) she would resist. She knew the other woman didn’t get to sleep in often. Silently, Daja rose, finding her clothing and picking the pieces off the floor, reliving bits of the prior evening with a small, content smile.
She had moved on with her life after Namorn- and though it sometimes would twinge, like an old broken bone, she was mostly letting sleeping dogs lie. Daja had so much more to look forward to.
Careful to ease her door open quietly, she snuck down the steps with practice ease. It was her house, after all. It was early enough that she hadn’t expected to see Tris in the kitchen, however. “Morning,” she mumbled softly, searching for tea.
“Evening,” Tris replied drily. Daja could tell she hadn’t slept yet.
“Long night?” Daja sat at the table, holding her cup as Tris poured tea for her, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
“I could say the same for you,” Tris jabbed, though there was no malice in the tone.
Daja smiled. “You could.” She wouldn’t let Tris’ prickles get to her on such a wonderful morning.
“Spoilsport,” Tris murmured. But there was a smile in her tone.