Blue Skies Prompt 4
Summer Nights
Author: Ranguvar27
Prompt: Blue Skies Prompt 4: “If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.” (Ben Williams)
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland
Characters: Ilosovic Stayne
Genre: Romance
Ratings/Warnings: K+, nothing bad.
Word Count: 272
Summary: ‘It was a hot night in June when he realized he loved her…’
It was a hot night in June when he realized he loved her. Ilosovic lay on his bed, stripped down to his waist and stared up at the ceiling, his mind racing. Three months had passed since the Masquerade, and he still had not been able to stop thinking about Lady Sullivan. He would shut his eye only to see her face appear before him, as clearly as if she was right in front of him. Her voice would ring in his head, and many times, when Iracebeth went into a tirade, Ilosovic would bring Lady Sullivan’s angel voice to the forefront of his mind as a buffer.
He was no stranger to desire and lust, but this was different. While he did want her physically-wanted her so badly his body ached with need-he would also have been content to simply hold her in his arms, breathing in her scent.
She had captivated him.
It was another hot night in June when he finally whispered the words he had been longing to say. He had pulled Alannah into his arms, breathed in her apple and spice scent, and kissed her before whispering in her ear. “I love you.” She had smiled in her sleep and pressed against him, and his heart took flight.
She had given herself to him.
Author: Ranguvar27
Prompt: Blue Skies Prompt 4: “If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.” (Ben Williams)
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland
Characters: Ilosovic Stayne
Genre: Romance
Ratings/Warnings: K+, nothing bad.
Word Count: 272
Summary: ‘It was a hot night in June when he realized he loved her…’
It was a hot night in June when he realized he loved her. Ilosovic lay on his bed, stripped down to his waist and stared up at the ceiling, his mind racing. Three months had passed since the Masquerade, and he still had not been able to stop thinking about Lady Sullivan. He would shut his eye only to see her face appear before him, as clearly as if she was right in front of him. Her voice would ring in his head, and many times, when Iracebeth went into a tirade, Ilosovic would bring Lady Sullivan’s angel voice to the forefront of his mind as a buffer.
He was no stranger to desire and lust, but this was different. While he did want her physically-wanted her so badly his body ached with need-he would also have been content to simply hold her in his arms, breathing in her scent.
She had captivated him.
It was another hot night in June when he finally whispered the words he had been longing to say. He had pulled Alannah into his arms, breathed in her apple and spice scent, and kissed her before whispering in her ear. “I love you.” She had smiled in her sleep and pressed against him, and his heart took flight.
She had given herself to him.