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There is an open night tomorrow/today.
*Cue uber-spazout!*
Distract meeeeee? Reuqest something from me?
Rules are:
1. Fandom I know - KKM, FMA, LotR...hell, I'll try HP if you're willing to risk it.
2. PLEASE don't try to to shatter my brain.
3. Four request limit.
4. Ara reserves the right to fanart instead of drabble.
CHALLENGED CLOSED
*Cue uber-spazout!*
Distract meeeeee? Reuqest something from me?
Rules are:
1. Fandom I know - KKM, FMA, LotR...hell, I'll try HP if you're willing to risk it.
2. PLEASE don't try to to shatter my brain.
3. Four request limit.
4. Ara reserves the right to fanart instead of drabble.
CHALLENGED CLOSED
She's been in this crazy, fucked up world for weeks now. Long enough that even the faces in her memories are starting to remind her of the people here, not the ones left dead or abandoned on her world. She's learning to smile again, to breathe and relax and trust...and love.
Not that she can say that. Not out loud. Not in cold blood, at least. When Gisela is tied to the bed with green silk ribbons that match her hair and eyes: when Ani can explore and tantalize her: when the healer moans and gasps and purrs under Ani's roughened fingers: when she looks into brilliant emerald eyes...that's a different story.
But she thinks, in the darkness after the candle's blown out and Gisela is a soft, warm mass beside her, that it is good. She smooths her hands over soft skin and hard muscle and even with her eyes closed, it's just Gisela.
With Ryan or or any of her other lovers, there comes a point when she'll close her eyes and imagine that it's him. Strong and handsome and alive. She can't help it, even when her lovers reach out to try and understand why she pulls away. She doesn't - can't - explain it. Her hands feel a body that isn't quite right and she jerks away, just for a second but enough. She told them, honestly, that it wasn't them.
In the darkness without Gisela to thaw the bitter self-reproach, she wonders if they really believed her.
Not so with Gisela. The green of the healer, the green of life, growth, vibrancy and... - yes, just this once she'll admit it - love! It's harder to see in the dark but she knows it's there. Sleepily, she leans up just enough to kiss Gisela's cheek and draw the blankets around them. The ribbons tied to the bedposts flutter against her skin as she sinks down to sleep. Warm, safe, satiated and loved, Anissina looks into this new, unforeseen spring in her life.
And she's glad.
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That's more than enough feedback for meeee. <3!
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