Post by max on Aug 31, 2016 17:42:27 GMT 10
Title: In the Pines
Rating: PG-13
Team: Provost's Dog
Event: Secret Synchronised Swimming
Word Count: 269
Summary: Ersken and Kora, a morning after of sorts.
Notes: Finally have a laptop for keeps for the first time in 5 months! Hence the hastily banged out ficlet. I liked the premise of these comps, and figured I still had a few hours to give it a go!
She had come to bed at daybreak, with the smoke still in her hair.
Hours ago, now, by the bright slant of light across the floor, but the awareness of the time is with Ersken, still. Could not help but be, with the way he’d come off watch and returned to their shared home to find the lamps all burnt out, the house empty.
She is his soul mate – an epiphany he could not have dreamed of, still can’t quite believe he could have had the fortune to find, at seventeen – and she is a district chief to the Rogue, and it is not a title she has ever held lightly, and he knows.
Knows that, if there is news at muster, the scent will return to him, guilt settling like a sick weight in his gut for the suspicion he will not pursue. Knows that he will recall the way her eyes fluttered shut in contentment when he’d combed the lavender oil through her still damp hair. Will recall the way she’d sighed as she’d guided him into her body, and it will make the scratches on his back burn like the brand of a criminal he is halfway to becoming.
But for now it is not yet midday, there has been no news yet – may never be, for the fire she can draw from the air the way clouds draw rain – and Kora dozes in his arms, soft, and lavender-fragrant from her bath. Her own hand clasped possessively around his forearm, even in sleep – and it is a love unutterable.
A ruin he could not have imagined.
Rating: PG-13
Team: Provost's Dog
Event: Secret Synchronised Swimming
Word Count: 269
Summary: Ersken and Kora, a morning after of sorts.
Notes: Finally have a laptop for keeps for the first time in 5 months! Hence the hastily banged out ficlet. I liked the premise of these comps, and figured I still had a few hours to give it a go!
She had come to bed at daybreak, with the smoke still in her hair.
Hours ago, now, by the bright slant of light across the floor, but the awareness of the time is with Ersken, still. Could not help but be, with the way he’d come off watch and returned to their shared home to find the lamps all burnt out, the house empty.
She is his soul mate – an epiphany he could not have dreamed of, still can’t quite believe he could have had the fortune to find, at seventeen – and she is a district chief to the Rogue, and it is not a title she has ever held lightly, and he knows.
Knows that, if there is news at muster, the scent will return to him, guilt settling like a sick weight in his gut for the suspicion he will not pursue. Knows that he will recall the way her eyes fluttered shut in contentment when he’d combed the lavender oil through her still damp hair. Will recall the way she’d sighed as she’d guided him into her body, and it will make the scratches on his back burn like the brand of a criminal he is halfway to becoming.
But for now it is not yet midday, there has been no news yet – may never be, for the fire she can draw from the air the way clouds draw rain – and Kora dozes in his arms, soft, and lavender-fragrant from her bath. Her own hand clasped possessively around his forearm, even in sleep – and it is a love unutterable.
A ruin he could not have imagined.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!