Consumed -- spnspiration bingo card
Title: Consumed
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: Drabble ~ 150 words
Prompt: 'Parataxis' on my bingo card for spnspiration; a literary technique that favours short, simple sentences. Meant to mimic human thought and speech patterns.
Summary: Jared was consumed.
A/N: Parataxis for a fic was much harder than I thought! Feedback fuels the fire :)
Disclaimer: I do not personally know Jared or Jensen. This is purely a work of fiction.
This couldn’t be happening. No… Shouldn’t be happening. Not really. Not now.
How do you explain this? To anyone? That you just happened to fall in - no. Don’t say it. Saying it makes it real. And this can’t be real. It can’t be happening. It’s not right. It’s not okay.
Yet- love is purity. How can love be wrong? And that’s what this is. Isn’t it? This deep feeling. Overshadowing. Burning. Aching. The longing that consumes me.
I shouldn’t… it wouldn’t be fair… it would change everything. Ignore it… deny it. How hard can it be? Truly? Continue on… nothing has to change. Nothing has changed.
Everything… everything has changed.
“Jensen.”
Those eyes. Flashing. Green. God, beautiful. And those lips…
Soft. Supple. Warm. Their heat consuming. My heart is pounding… my palms are sweating… His lips are… Are… gone.
“Jensen… I…”
“I know.”
I am consumed again.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: Drabble ~ 150 words
Prompt: 'Parataxis' on my bingo card for spnspiration; a literary technique that favours short, simple sentences. Meant to mimic human thought and speech patterns.
Summary: Jared was consumed.
A/N: Parataxis for a fic was much harder than I thought! Feedback fuels the fire :)
Disclaimer: I do not personally know Jared or Jensen. This is purely a work of fiction.
This couldn’t be happening. No… Shouldn’t be happening. Not really. Not now.
How do you explain this? To anyone? That you just happened to fall in - no. Don’t say it. Saying it makes it real. And this can’t be real. It can’t be happening. It’s not right. It’s not okay.
Yet- love is purity. How can love be wrong? And that’s what this is. Isn’t it? This deep feeling. Overshadowing. Burning. Aching. The longing that consumes me.
I shouldn’t… it wouldn’t be fair… it would change everything. Ignore it… deny it. How hard can it be? Truly? Continue on… nothing has to change. Nothing has changed.
Everything… everything has changed.
“Jensen.”
Those eyes. Flashing. Green. God, beautiful. And those lips…
Soft. Supple. Warm. Their heat consuming. My heart is pounding… my palms are sweating… His lips are… Are… gone.
“Jensen… I…”
“I know.”
I am consumed again.