In Memory of : Rosesanguina
Most of you probably already have heard the terrible news that Rosesanguina (renamed Anjenue) was killed yesterday in a car crash.
I knew Anj purely through her writing. I invited her to join hp_literotica almost exactly 3 years ago today because I saw something beautiful and emergent in what she put onto paper. She had a lyrical sense of touch and taste that communicated itself almost effortlessly without getting lost in her own prose. A loss is always tragic, but talent lost so young is heartbreaking.
I'm just honoured she was a member here. Here are a couple of snippets from the stories she posted on the community
From "the definition of dreaming" ( hint of Sirius/James, but mostly Sirius gen)
They fought for an ecumenical existence, he remembers, mind floating falling in that state between dreaming and awake; a life where all could live in harmony, could learn to coexist, to learn from each other share with each other enjoy each other be as one and not hate or fear or fight or die, could just be, live and let live, to remove sense of superiority, to accept and connect and find that elusive peace that was so longed for and never reached, to find that universally shared desire, and see eye to eye (grey to hazel) and join (clasp) hands and feel as one (joined forever). But in this place, where dreams abound, there is one thing Sirius has learned, one thing he will never forget.
From "Only This" Draco/Blaise/Pansy (R)
and they kiss
Pansy moans, fingers sticky with pomegranate and need twining in Blaise's hair and around Blaise's hips and against Blaise's back and arms and chest and face as she pushes off the glossy ground and arches into him, slender unmarked arms twisting round his neck as their stomachs slide together slick and damp and salty with ocean and sweat. Her breasts are cool against his chest, nipples dark and taut against the smooth white perfection of her skin, and he dips his head to taste -- berry-sweet in English cream, he thinks, just like home, but home is long gone, long left behind and all but forgotten, and then she hisses, dragging him closer and grinding upward against his aching cock, and nothing else matters but this.
Her stories on this community can be found here
Our thoughts go out to all that knew her, to all that loved her, to her friends and to her family. There is a book of condolence here at
We Love You, Anj