Drabble: Vision
Title: Vision
Pairing/Characters: No fandom; fill in your own characters
Genre: Drabble
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: No warnings; no spoilers
Disclaimer: This one's my own, but I still make no money!
Beta: unbeta'd
Summary: The watcher admires a perfect vision
Author’s Notes: The Wednesday image at 1_million_words one week was this. I wrote this drabble after ogling looking at it.
NB: this fic can also be read here at AO3
He was a vision; he had to be. Someone so sculptured and faultless - the light shining on the perfection of his well-defined body - couldn't be anything less.
And the tattoos; they set his muscles off beautifully, wrapping around them like synchronized vines trained to hug the boughs of a tree.
Was that really a wing visible beyond the exquisite being? Because an angel was all he could be, looking like that.
Swallowing, the watcher blinked briefly - allowing the merest dampness to transfixed eyes - permitting their continued study of the object of so much desire for still another few unobserved moments.
~//~
Pairing/Characters: No fandom; fill in your own characters
Genre: Drabble
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: No warnings; no spoilers
Disclaimer: This one's my own, but I still make no money!
Beta: unbeta'd
Summary: The watcher admires a perfect vision
Author’s Notes: The Wednesday image at 1_million_words one week was this. I wrote this drabble after ogling looking at it.
NB: this fic can also be read here at AO3
He was a vision; he had to be. Someone so sculptured and faultless - the light shining on the perfection of his well-defined body - couldn't be anything less.
And the tattoos; they set his muscles off beautifully, wrapping around them like synchronized vines trained to hug the boughs of a tree.
Was that really a wing visible beyond the exquisite being? Because an angel was all he could be, looking like that.
Swallowing, the watcher blinked briefly - allowing the merest dampness to transfixed eyes - permitting their continued study of the object of so much desire for still another few unobserved moments.
~//~