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Post by Tamari on Aug 6, 2012 13:16:38 GMT 10
Title: Unwind Rating: G Team: Emelan Prompt: the incessant dissolving of silk Word Count: 140 Summary (and any Warnings): Sandry is so exhausted. Notes: Written on a laptop in a motel on vacay, unedited, so probably not my best work ever. Just something to satisfy my muse.
The silk is dry on her tongue when she licks the seam.
The threads like to run away from her, just like you do. They like to unravel as quickly as she can stitch them. Silk is unpredictable and stubborn and silk is silk, and you are you.
Sandry is a stitch witch, and a powerful one at that, and she doesn’t hold with nonsense from her fabric (but she holds with it from you).
She doesn’t like to sew at night, even with her night-light. It’s too dark and Sandry hates making mistakes, so she puts away her silk (and you).
She lies awake and thumpthumpthumps her arm against the bedframe like it is a loom, like she is at home in Discipline, where she belongs, where you belong.
She misses you, Briar, but she won’t ever say that.
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Post by wordy on Aug 7, 2012 12:22:54 GMT 10
Ooh, I really like this! I love all the details, like Sandry licking the seam, and thumping her arm like a loom. And that it's Sandry/Briar, of course.
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Post by Kris11 on Aug 7, 2012 13:01:10 GMT 10
I loved the narration here! How unique, to have the third-person-unknown talking to Briar about this... Nice imagery (what wordy said, haha) and great emotions.
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Post by Tamari on Aug 12, 2012 16:32:05 GMT 10
Thanks, both!
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