"touches" (what better name than yours, anon? :D)planesandcranesJune 14 2011, 22:36:40 UTC
SO THIS PROMPT CALLED TO ME FROM THE VERY DEPTHS OF MY SOUL. I LOVE THIS PROMPT SO MUCH, HADES/MEG IS LIKE EVERYTHING TO ME, I HOPE THIS DOES IT JUSTICE. /caps~ thank you for this! i hope you like what i did with it!
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the first time he placed his hand on her shoulder, heavy and cold and as though he'd just dropped it there, she pulled herself straight up from the top of her head and took a deep breath. she wanted to shake him off, gods, she wanted to shove him off, but she belonged to him now, so she grit her teeth and tried to stand up a little taller, bracing herself for this. this guy with his blue hair and bad jokes and his heavy hand on her shoulder, this was her forever.
he let his fingertips trail up and down her arms, watching as she shivered, and she shuddered as he brushed the backs of his hands over her shoulder blades. he cupped his palm around the back of her neck and he probably heard her gasp. he'd catch her wrist between two fingers and he'd draw pictures all over her skin, smoke signals that vanished before she could figure out what he was trying to say. his fingers were long and spindly like spiders' legs, and they'd walk all over her, they'd dance, weaving their invisible sparkling thread through the little hairs that stood straight up on her arms when he called her 'babe,' and her breath caught in her throat when she realized just how tight he'd spun himself around her.
she was not afraid of him.
he placed his hand on her shoulder now, his breath hissing hot in her ear, and she let her weight fall onto one hip, she uncrossed her arms. it was ridiculous, but she relaxed into him. she belonged to him, and in some twisted wrong way she though he belonged to her, as he twirleda strand of her hair around his finger, he traced her collarbones and the curve of her cheek, and this was her forever.
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the first time he placed his hand on her shoulder, heavy and cold and as though he'd just dropped it there, she pulled herself straight up from the top of her head and took a deep breath. she wanted to shake him off, gods, she wanted to shove him off, but she belonged to him now, so she grit her teeth and tried to stand up a little taller, bracing herself for this. this guy with his blue hair and bad jokes and his heavy hand on her shoulder, this was her forever.
he let his fingertips trail up and down her arms, watching as she shivered, and she shuddered as he brushed the backs of his hands over her shoulder blades. he cupped his palm around the back of her neck and he probably heard her gasp. he'd catch her wrist between two fingers and he'd draw pictures all over her skin, smoke signals that vanished before she could figure out what he was trying to say. his fingers were long and spindly like spiders' legs, and they'd walk all over her, they'd dance, weaving their invisible sparkling thread through the little hairs that stood straight up on her arms when he called her 'babe,' and her breath caught in her throat when she realized just how tight he'd spun himself around her.
she was not afraid of him.
he placed his hand on her shoulder now, his breath hissing hot in her ear, and she let her weight fall onto one hip, she uncrossed her arms. it was ridiculous, but she relaxed into him. she belonged to him, and in some twisted wrong way she though he belonged to her, as he twirleda strand of her hair around his finger, he traced her collarbones and the curve of her cheek, and this was her forever.
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Such beautiful writing. (It's OP here btw :D)
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