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Title: Yours
Challenge/Prompt: #98 First
Original Fiction or Fanfiction [Name of fandom]: Original, but based in/around World of Darkness Changeling the Dreaming
Characters/Pairings: (if applies) Gregory/Evan
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Angst. Probable hawtness
Disclaimer: I do not own the World of Darkness, nor am I a money-grubbing White Wolfer. I'm just a fan of the game.
Summary: Things happen. Promises are made, lines crossed, hearts won and broken.
Author's Notes: This version of Gregory was created for a Changeling game set in London, England and molded by collaborative storytelling. Thanks to the people who helped! Also, this is slightly over 100 words - 133, to be exact. But it's my first try at this sort of thing!
I remember.
That night, long after everyone else had found other ways of occupying themselves. At Court, where Evan was Lord, and Excellency's son, and I his Knight, his favorite. Such whispers and I, playing with fire, with things I didn't understand. I was coy, demure - I blushed and danced, but always wanted to be caught. I was, perhaps, caught from the beginning.
Say it, he said again, and we were in his bed as we so often had been - so innocently, I thought - before, from times I remembered far more hazily than this. Say what? I watched my fingers toy with the blanket, watched his fingers catch them, claim them, gasped as weight shifted to bring his lips to my ear. Say it, Gregory, or I'll stop.
I'm yours.
Challenge/Prompt: #98 First
Original Fiction or Fanfiction [Name of fandom]: Original, but based in/around World of Darkness Changeling the Dreaming
Characters/Pairings: (if applies) Gregory/Evan
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Angst. Probable hawtness
Disclaimer: I do not own the World of Darkness, nor am I a money-grubbing White Wolfer. I'm just a fan of the game.
Summary: Things happen. Promises are made, lines crossed, hearts won and broken.
Author's Notes: This version of Gregory was created for a Changeling game set in London, England and molded by collaborative storytelling. Thanks to the people who helped! Also, this is slightly over 100 words - 133, to be exact. But it's my first try at this sort of thing!
I remember.
That night, long after everyone else had found other ways of occupying themselves. At Court, where Evan was Lord, and Excellency's son, and I his Knight, his favorite. Such whispers and I, playing with fire, with things I didn't understand. I was coy, demure - I blushed and danced, but always wanted to be caught. I was, perhaps, caught from the beginning.
Say it, he said again, and we were in his bed as we so often had been - so innocently, I thought - before, from times I remembered far more hazily than this. Say what? I watched my fingers toy with the blanket, watched his fingers catch them, claim them, gasped as weight shifted to bring his lips to my ear. Say it, Gregory, or I'll stop.
I'm yours.