Precious one, you have abandoned me
Dec. 8th, 2009 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impersonadrr drr drr so last night we got back from NYC, I took a LUSH! shower, crawled into bed and started writing. Then faceplanted my pillow, and woke up 11 hours later T_T I was able to finish out yesterday's story now though, and today's as well.
Yesterday's prompt is the last one with the 200-word cap - for the next week, I'm allowing 250 words. It'll climb again the week after <3
Series: Gesma (Moon Ball)
Characters: Quinn, Warren
The balcony poorly accommodated most dancing, especially the sweeping waltzes weaving back through the great marbled ballroom. An ink-black sky, silver twinkling stars and their great matron, the Moon, replaced bejeweled walls and pillars. But still, for them, the sky won in brilliance.
"I am penned in with a lion," she whispered, when her back was to the railing, and his to the balcony door. "Perhaps I would be wise to flee."
"Perhaps, perhaps not." The stranger's breath touched her shoulder, and his masked face graced hers with a faint smile. "Do the old verses not speak of lions and lambs?"
"Lambs are not sport enough for you." She dodged him, twisted around behind him so that her back and shoulders just brushed his, and then returned before him, curtsying crisply as if she had not evaded him at all. He paused, stunned.
"They are not," he admitted. Then he stepped towards her again. "Though, they make less frustrating dance partners."
"Pity for you then. A fox only knows about tricks and flight." Yet to her shock, relief, no thoughts of escape occurred to her, not from this man whose eyes she could not even see.
She allowed his embrace.
Series: Gesma (sometime during first arc)
Characters: Vay, his brother Vuka
A rough stone jutted out the curve of the river, somewhat removed from the charred remains of the mill home, The humans had put up their own stone for Portia elsewhere, but the Sannas put this one up, before they fled from this land. Claws scratched onto the stone, as carefully as claws could, the image of a sleeping woman protected by the Moon. A man knelt before it, seemingly unaware as the Wolf approached.
"Vuka," Vay whispered, knowing by scent. He didn't lift his face. "Oh Brother. You stayed."
The Wolf nosed at Vay's chin and neck, where burns had discolored his flesh, and tried to urge his brother's face up. He did not enjoy seeing him bowed over like a cub, even for all of his grief. But he could not move Vay. None of his family ever could.
"I couldn't tell if I dreamed if my Lupe was still alive, or just hoped it so very hard that I believed it," Vay said. "I feared myself and my memory. I have been lied to so very much, Brother, that perhaps I started to lie to myself as well."
The wolf gave up on his urging, and rested his nuzzle against Vay's side. Vuka did not know any human words or ways that could comfort his brother, but he understood that when Vay did lift his head, and tears showed, it was not for grief.
"But there is no mistake that only one stone stands here. No mistake."
Yesterday's prompt is the last one with the 200-word cap - for the next week, I'm allowing 250 words. It'll climb again the week after <3
Series: Gesma (Moon Ball)
Characters: Quinn, Warren
The balcony poorly accommodated most dancing, especially the sweeping waltzes weaving back through the great marbled ballroom. An ink-black sky, silver twinkling stars and their great matron, the Moon, replaced bejeweled walls and pillars. But still, for them, the sky won in brilliance.
"I am penned in with a lion," she whispered, when her back was to the railing, and his to the balcony door. "Perhaps I would be wise to flee."
"Perhaps, perhaps not." The stranger's breath touched her shoulder, and his masked face graced hers with a faint smile. "Do the old verses not speak of lions and lambs?"
"Lambs are not sport enough for you." She dodged him, twisted around behind him so that her back and shoulders just brushed his, and then returned before him, curtsying crisply as if she had not evaded him at all. He paused, stunned.
"They are not," he admitted. Then he stepped towards her again. "Though, they make less frustrating dance partners."
"Pity for you then. A fox only knows about tricks and flight." Yet to her shock, relief, no thoughts of escape occurred to her, not from this man whose eyes she could not even see.
She allowed his embrace.
Series: Gesma (sometime during first arc)
Characters: Vay, his brother Vuka
A rough stone jutted out the curve of the river, somewhat removed from the charred remains of the mill home, The humans had put up their own stone for Portia elsewhere, but the Sannas put this one up, before they fled from this land. Claws scratched onto the stone, as carefully as claws could, the image of a sleeping woman protected by the Moon. A man knelt before it, seemingly unaware as the Wolf approached.
"Vuka," Vay whispered, knowing by scent. He didn't lift his face. "Oh Brother. You stayed."
The Wolf nosed at Vay's chin and neck, where burns had discolored his flesh, and tried to urge his brother's face up. He did not enjoy seeing him bowed over like a cub, even for all of his grief. But he could not move Vay. None of his family ever could.
"I couldn't tell if I dreamed if my Lupe was still alive, or just hoped it so very hard that I believed it," Vay said. "I feared myself and my memory. I have been lied to so very much, Brother, that perhaps I started to lie to myself as well."
The wolf gave up on his urging, and rested his nuzzle against Vay's side. Vuka did not know any human words or ways that could comfort his brother, but he understood that when Vay did lift his head, and tears showed, it was not for grief.
"But there is no mistake that only one stone stands here. No mistake."
