Random Drabble 1: Feather
Hey, I see we have some new members already. Welcome, everyone! I hope you will enjoy the time spent here and help us spread a little more Gaeta love around.
One of my goals is to have at least one new item for your viewing or reading pleasure every day, whether it's a new post, screencap, icon, or fic.
Because I have way too much time on my hands, every night I will go here to receive a shiny new randomly chosen word. I will then write a Gaeta drabble involving that word. Feel free to join in and write your own, too! Today's word was almost too easy so I tried to do something a little different.
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Feathers. Feathers everywhere, floating, falling. One landed on his nose, making it twitch. Another brushed his earlobe. They fell like soft, warm snow, blanketing him, wrapping him in a fuzzy cocoon. Gaeta turned his face away from the flurry that rained down on it.
Slowly, consciousness returned. A soft light in the room around him, the sounds of people waking up, yawning, moving. Still, feathers smoothed his cheek. Not feathers - a hand. Soft, lingering fingers traced a path from his temple all the way down his jaw line. Smiling, he laid a gentle kiss on her palm. Good morning.
One of my goals is to have at least one new item for your viewing or reading pleasure every day, whether it's a new post, screencap, icon, or fic.
Because I have way too much time on my hands, every night I will go here to receive a shiny new randomly chosen word. I will then write a Gaeta drabble involving that word. Feel free to join in and write your own, too! Today's word was almost too easy so I tried to do something a little different.
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Feathers. Feathers everywhere, floating, falling. One landed on his nose, making it twitch. Another brushed his earlobe. They fell like soft, warm snow, blanketing him, wrapping him in a fuzzy cocoon. Gaeta turned his face away from the flurry that rained down on it.
Slowly, consciousness returned. A soft light in the room around him, the sounds of people waking up, yawning, moving. Still, feathers smoothed his cheek. Not feathers - a hand. Soft, lingering fingers traced a path from his temple all the way down his jaw line. Smiling, he laid a gentle kiss on her palm. Good morning.