first drabble
Inspiration: “You met me at the terminal. We stood like statues at the gate.” - Jack’s Mannequin ; Bruised
W a i t
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She fidgeted.
Waiting, how she hated this action. Her ears buzzed with the sound of bustling feet, shifting bodies, and murmuring voices. Her nostrils flared lightly, wisps of dark hair tickling her cheeks. She’d arrived in a tousled mess, had only thrown the nearest shirt, jacket, and pants on her when she’d awoken to the call and leaped on her bike toward the destination. She’d even foregone her usual leathers in her hurry to the airport and now she stood anxiously swaying in the mass. Her eyes shone a vibrant green and her body laced with shivers of anticipation. A swift glance at her wristwatch read the black numbers; 12:07.
More waiting.
The soft padding of feet alerted her eardrums and she turned her head around. A hazy vision of warm colors, the creamy tone of skin, the white of teeth, and the billowing of tawny tresses. Arms, soft arms, snaked about her form and she was enveloped in velvet warmth. She hid her smile in the pale silky hair and burrowed into a slender neck, rocking back and forth with the motion of her dearest’s embrace. Eyes, hued between autumn and russet, glowed. A soft brush of lips on her cheek and the feel of fingers twining with her own. She grinned.
“Welcome home Shizuru.”
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There we go! The first drabble of my series. :P Er, the song stuck in my head and I got the faint feeling of the basis of Father Dearest while writing this. Hope it was good for a first drabble. :3
W a i t
- - -
She fidgeted.
Waiting, how she hated this action. Her ears buzzed with the sound of bustling feet, shifting bodies, and murmuring voices. Her nostrils flared lightly, wisps of dark hair tickling her cheeks. She’d arrived in a tousled mess, had only thrown the nearest shirt, jacket, and pants on her when she’d awoken to the call and leaped on her bike toward the destination. She’d even foregone her usual leathers in her hurry to the airport and now she stood anxiously swaying in the mass. Her eyes shone a vibrant green and her body laced with shivers of anticipation. A swift glance at her wristwatch read the black numbers; 12:07.
More waiting.
The soft padding of feet alerted her eardrums and she turned her head around. A hazy vision of warm colors, the creamy tone of skin, the white of teeth, and the billowing of tawny tresses. Arms, soft arms, snaked about her form and she was enveloped in velvet warmth. She hid her smile in the pale silky hair and burrowed into a slender neck, rocking back and forth with the motion of her dearest’s embrace. Eyes, hued between autumn and russet, glowed. A soft brush of lips on her cheek and the feel of fingers twining with her own. She grinned.
“Welcome home Shizuru.”
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There we go! The first drabble of my series. :P Er, the song stuck in my head and I got the faint feeling of the basis of Father Dearest while writing this. Hope it was good for a first drabble. :3