Fic: Anima Ventus [Gen Fic, G]
Title: Anima Ventus
Author: bluegemeyes
Theme: rubato (Italian: stolen): a direction to allow a player a measure of freedom in performance.~a moment to yourself, no pressure, independence, for 18coda
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 152
Rating: G
Warnings: None, strictly gen fic
Disclaimer: If they belonged to me, there’d be much more smut. Notice the lack in the show. Not mine. :)
Summary/Comments: Just a little drabble about Sam finally having a moment to himself. I have found peace before this way as well, but I re-wrote it to suit the SPNverse better. The title, quite literally, means "soul wind" in Latin. Please tell me what you think!
Sam stood on the edge of the lake, letting the wind play in his hair. He sighed, loving the way the wind felt as it caressed his face. He hadn’t felt this peaceful since…
Well, if he was honest with himself, since before Jess died.
He sighed again, more heavily this time, feeling the tension threatening to disrupt his solitude. He willed it away, focusing instead on the smell of the breeze, the soft lap-lap of the waves on the shore, the ripples in the water.
He tilted his head back, looking up at the sky. For once, he wasn’t bummed it wasn’t a bright shade of blue. Today, it was a very calming shade of grey-nothing to indicate a storm was coming, but suited to the October weather.
Sam smiled to himself and shook his head. If Dean could ever hear his inner monologue, he’d never hear the end of it.
Author: bluegemeyes
Theme: rubato (Italian: stolen): a direction to allow a player a measure of freedom in performance.~a moment to yourself, no pressure, independence, for 18coda
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 152
Rating: G
Warnings: None, strictly gen fic
Disclaimer: If they belonged to me, there’d be much more smut. Notice the lack in the show. Not mine. :)
Summary/Comments: Just a little drabble about Sam finally having a moment to himself. I have found peace before this way as well, but I re-wrote it to suit the SPNverse better. The title, quite literally, means "soul wind" in Latin. Please tell me what you think!
Sam stood on the edge of the lake, letting the wind play in his hair. He sighed, loving the way the wind felt as it caressed his face. He hadn’t felt this peaceful since…
Well, if he was honest with himself, since before Jess died.
He sighed again, more heavily this time, feeling the tension threatening to disrupt his solitude. He willed it away, focusing instead on the smell of the breeze, the soft lap-lap of the waves on the shore, the ripples in the water.
He tilted his head back, looking up at the sky. For once, he wasn’t bummed it wasn’t a bright shade of blue. Today, it was a very calming shade of grey-nothing to indicate a storm was coming, but suited to the October weather.
Sam smiled to himself and shook his head. If Dean could ever hear his inner monologue, he’d never hear the end of it.