Post by Rachy on Dec 31, 2013 11:01:41 GMT 10
Title: One of Us is Caving
Rating: PG
For: EymberFyire
Prompt: 5. "You said, 'I love you.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear?." Optional Bonus challenge - Make it femmeslash for me!
Summary: Rizu and Daja daydream about the future.
Notes: Happy Holidays and Happy New Year! Title is from Rihanna’s Stay.
It is the gentle tugging of her braids that wakes her, head still heavy with sleep. She lifts her head and meets Rizu’s wide eyes, still warm and effusive in the dawn light, scant across her rooms.
“Sorry.” Rizu whispers, the hint of a smile lingering across her lips. Daja leans towards her and they kiss, and Daja tries hard to stamp down the delight that wells within her at the glow of Rizu’s smile. She lies back down, a blush burning her cheeks, and she hides her smile in the curve of Rizu’s neck and the lingering scent of oil and perfume in her hair. Rizu twists and twines her fingers through Daja’s braids, and Daja wonders if it is quite possible to be so happy, so content, every morning of every day for the rest of her life. She can’t shake the feeling, that no good thing will last over long, but she can send a prayer to Oti Bookeeper that she may do more good things to balance this happiness out, if at least for a little while more.
“We should take a boat out on the Syth sometime, and take some food and wine and have a picnic, somewhere quiet, just the two of us.” Rizu says softly. Daja hums her reply, brushing the back of her hand against Rizu’s cheek, and she is grateful that Rizu does not flinch in the difference from metal to skin.
“Tell me when.” Daja breathes, and kisses her way along her neck. “And then I will have Tris check if the weather is suitable.” Rizu stiffens, and Daja is not sure if it is because of her words or if she has hit a sensitive spot on her neck.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t sail us into danger, my darling. You lived on boats.” Rizu replies, her voice light, and Daja quells the thoughts in her mind.
“If not the Syth, we should wait until winter, and visit your friends in Kugisko, and you can show me how you have improved with your skates. I would love to meet the Potcracker herself, and Nia and Jory sound like such fun. Or we could invite them to Court, I know Her Majesty does not see enough of the important families up north. Or we could go past Kugisko and see the aurora borealis, I’ve always wanted to see them, but have never found someone to go with me. I would like it so much if you would, Daja, and maybe you could stay just a bit longer and come with me.” Rizu is earnest now, her voice no longer dreamy and lilting, and Daja reaches for her hand, twisting their fingers together.
“I would have to return to Emelan at some time. My home is there, my family. But I would like it. To go with you.”
“Then once our winter travels are finished, we can join a Traders caravan and travel back to Emelan, and you can show me your old life and your new life, together.” Rizu lifts their linked hands and presses a kiss to the metal, and Daja smiles.
“That sounds nice.”
“I really do want you to stay.” Rizu replies quietly, vulnerably, and Daja cannot stand the sadness in her voice. She reaches up and kisses Rizu, kisses the sadness away and fights against the desperation she feels slowly sinking into her bones. She trails hands along curves and lips along skin and feels the wave of lust and want sweep over her, sweeping away her thoughts. She feels it, tastes it on the tip of her tongue and sees it in the mirror, a glow in her eyes and a blush on her cheeks, a knowing smile, waiting to confess it through her fear. Staying was all well and good, but surely Rizu felt it too? Daja would stay in a heartbeat if Rizu would just say the words.
Rating: PG
For: EymberFyire
Prompt: 5. "You said, 'I love you.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear?." Optional Bonus challenge - Make it femmeslash for me!
Summary: Rizu and Daja daydream about the future.
Notes: Happy Holidays and Happy New Year! Title is from Rihanna’s Stay.
It is the gentle tugging of her braids that wakes her, head still heavy with sleep. She lifts her head and meets Rizu’s wide eyes, still warm and effusive in the dawn light, scant across her rooms.
“Sorry.” Rizu whispers, the hint of a smile lingering across her lips. Daja leans towards her and they kiss, and Daja tries hard to stamp down the delight that wells within her at the glow of Rizu’s smile. She lies back down, a blush burning her cheeks, and she hides her smile in the curve of Rizu’s neck and the lingering scent of oil and perfume in her hair. Rizu twists and twines her fingers through Daja’s braids, and Daja wonders if it is quite possible to be so happy, so content, every morning of every day for the rest of her life. She can’t shake the feeling, that no good thing will last over long, but she can send a prayer to Oti Bookeeper that she may do more good things to balance this happiness out, if at least for a little while more.
“We should take a boat out on the Syth sometime, and take some food and wine and have a picnic, somewhere quiet, just the two of us.” Rizu says softly. Daja hums her reply, brushing the back of her hand against Rizu’s cheek, and she is grateful that Rizu does not flinch in the difference from metal to skin.
“Tell me when.” Daja breathes, and kisses her way along her neck. “And then I will have Tris check if the weather is suitable.” Rizu stiffens, and Daja is not sure if it is because of her words or if she has hit a sensitive spot on her neck.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t sail us into danger, my darling. You lived on boats.” Rizu replies, her voice light, and Daja quells the thoughts in her mind.
“If not the Syth, we should wait until winter, and visit your friends in Kugisko, and you can show me how you have improved with your skates. I would love to meet the Potcracker herself, and Nia and Jory sound like such fun. Or we could invite them to Court, I know Her Majesty does not see enough of the important families up north. Or we could go past Kugisko and see the aurora borealis, I’ve always wanted to see them, but have never found someone to go with me. I would like it so much if you would, Daja, and maybe you could stay just a bit longer and come with me.” Rizu is earnest now, her voice no longer dreamy and lilting, and Daja reaches for her hand, twisting their fingers together.
“I would have to return to Emelan at some time. My home is there, my family. But I would like it. To go with you.”
“Then once our winter travels are finished, we can join a Traders caravan and travel back to Emelan, and you can show me your old life and your new life, together.” Rizu lifts their linked hands and presses a kiss to the metal, and Daja smiles.
“That sounds nice.”
“I really do want you to stay.” Rizu replies quietly, vulnerably, and Daja cannot stand the sadness in her voice. She reaches up and kisses Rizu, kisses the sadness away and fights against the desperation she feels slowly sinking into her bones. She trails hands along curves and lips along skin and feels the wave of lust and want sweep over her, sweeping away her thoughts. She feels it, tastes it on the tip of her tongue and sees it in the mirror, a glow in her eyes and a blush on her cheeks, a knowing smile, waiting to confess it through her fear. Staying was all well and good, but surely Rizu felt it too? Daja would stay in a heartbeat if Rizu would just say the words.