2; Milan
For those (I've) neglected. Forgive me.
Title: Idle Worship
Author: voodoo_biskit
Team of Choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Ink
Pairing (if needed): Andriy Shevchenko/Kakà
Rating: PG
His fingers clutch and curl, strength in touch, need; innocence of a babe, but the nails that pierce and mark his comforter gives the act away. An open, closeted display of affection, the audience folds, enough at two, their cries punctuating each reply, persistence drawn by straws. Sucking, blowing, bubbling earthy desires, drawn plainly by otherworldly desires, or so he thinks. Or so he thought before all this, but there's no time, no need for thought. Of beliefs comfort dwells in none, bar this, bar them. False idols found in devils, indulgence in arms painted of dragons, in worship, he kisses.
Title: Unnatural
Author: voodoo_biskit
Team of Choice: AC Milan
Prompt:Ink
Pairing (if needed): Andriy Shevchenko/Kakà
Rating: G
Playmaker; all things removed, a creative urge tattooed in his soul for something worth s(t)aying. Where the dragon once stirred, heart beats removed to a far away land, bleeds from a pen, a prayer for kindling. The words are simple, svelte with sweat in crevices rough with handling, each discarded, tarnished with imperfection. Uncertainty lingers in fingers lacking grace, care, precision to voice cries imprisoned, imprinted that fall before spoken through lines distorted by distance. In memories, he runs free, beyond chaos, slipping behind past enemies; clear, two to the roar of silence, breathing, tracing lines on an arm; instinctive.
Title: Idle Worship
Author: voodoo_biskit
Team of Choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Ink
Pairing (if needed): Andriy Shevchenko/Kakà
Rating: PG
His fingers clutch and curl, strength in touch, need; innocence of a babe, but the nails that pierce and mark his comforter gives the act away. An open, closeted display of affection, the audience folds, enough at two, their cries punctuating each reply, persistence drawn by straws. Sucking, blowing, bubbling earthy desires, drawn plainly by otherworldly desires, or so he thinks. Or so he thought before all this, but there's no time, no need for thought. Of beliefs comfort dwells in none, bar this, bar them. False idols found in devils, indulgence in arms painted of dragons, in worship, he kisses.
Title: Unnatural
Author: voodoo_biskit
Team of Choice: AC Milan
Prompt:Ink
Pairing (if needed): Andriy Shevchenko/Kakà
Rating: G
Playmaker; all things removed, a creative urge tattooed in his soul for something worth s(t)aying. Where the dragon once stirred, heart beats removed to a far away land, bleeds from a pen, a prayer for kindling. The words are simple, svelte with sweat in crevices rough with handling, each discarded, tarnished with imperfection. Uncertainty lingers in fingers lacking grace, care, precision to voice cries imprisoned, imprinted that fall before spoken through lines distorted by distance. In memories, he runs free, beyond chaos, slipping behind past enemies; clear, two to the roar of silence, breathing, tracing lines on an arm; instinctive.