[LAS 1 : Uncanny] - Flight
Title: Flight
Author: fairielore
Rating: PG
Pairing: Beckett/Elizabeth
Summary: Recognizing the goddess of the sea.
In the cold, raging storm I can see the lines of your body and in the violent waves there is your wild hair. I can see your thoughts in the dark clouds overheard the flailing sails, a solemn reminder of all the black flags that have fallen. You are the wind beneath my wings and the breaths that fills my weary lungs.
I am your creation and you are my goddess, and on every isle and continent I land on I will create a makeshift altar for you, burning all other false idols. My army looks to its queen in times of strife, praying to a graceful Valkyrie. Spill their blood, do it for me. Slit their throats and snap their necks at the crack of dawn under the rising of a reddening sun. Do this for me and I will always love you.
Kiss me darling and I'll grind the bones of any other who vies for your affection, grind it to a fine powder and use it to paint my kohl rimmed eyes, the ones that only look to you.
Take my hand and we’ll watch the pawns dance on the world stage.
We will be the harbingers of a new world order.
Author: fairielore
Rating: PG
Pairing: Beckett/Elizabeth
Summary: Recognizing the goddess of the sea.
In the cold, raging storm I can see the lines of your body and in the violent waves there is your wild hair. I can see your thoughts in the dark clouds overheard the flailing sails, a solemn reminder of all the black flags that have fallen. You are the wind beneath my wings and the breaths that fills my weary lungs.
I am your creation and you are my goddess, and on every isle and continent I land on I will create a makeshift altar for you, burning all other false idols. My army looks to its queen in times of strife, praying to a graceful Valkyrie. Spill their blood, do it for me. Slit their throats and snap their necks at the crack of dawn under the rising of a reddening sun. Do this for me and I will always love you.
Kiss me darling and I'll grind the bones of any other who vies for your affection, grind it to a fine powder and use it to paint my kohl rimmed eyes, the ones that only look to you.
Take my hand and we’ll watch the pawns dance on the world stage.
We will be the harbingers of a new world order.