Frigid (BSDF, Willow/Anissa, #37)
Title: Frigid
Author:
mirra_mirror
Pairing: Anissa Rose Hartford/Willow Andrew Morris
Fandom: The Brightest Stars Die the Fastest
Theme: #37, the blood that testified the truth.
Rating: PG. Very light, not-really scary stuff.
Disclaimer: BSDF is a roleplay that I created and Willow is one of my characters. Anissa is
mighty_mint’s character. This is a purely fictional work.
---It had been the singing that drew his attention; a low, whimpering song that danced through the air and over rock. It had drawn him in, if only because it sounded so lost. Perhaps it was a disoriented traveler, trying to keep themselves calm by singing something familiar? He’d been taught that trick by his grandfather.
Kind by nature, the brunette followed the sound in order to help them-warn them, too, since so many had vanished recently without cause-back onto the path. What he found was not a lost traveler.
Willow blinked at the young woman that peered out at him, blue eyes sparkling like that frigid water around her and blonde hair swirling about like the developing ice. It was far too cold to be in the water, yet she didn’t even shiver as she sat up on the riverbank, water swirling about her waste and hair hiding her lack of clothing. The only thing about her that did not blend into the scenery was the red that painted her lips.
“Are… you alright?” It was a stupid question, but he wasn’t sure why he was unable to think quite clearly. Perhaps it was the cold, or his fear at finding something so strange. Or, maybe, it was because he was looking at the most beautiful woman that he had ever set his eyes upon.
He blonde shook her head mutely, hands clasped to her chest in surprise. Willow found himself drawing closer and getting low to the ground so that he did not seem as tall; the stranger seemed scared and startled by his sudden appearance. Still, he had to duck even closer to hear what she whispered, ears straining. “Help.”
Her hands fell to her lap, the palms leaving bloody streaks across her breast.
Panicked, Willow slipped forward and grasped at her hands. “What happened? Who-?” There was a snap in the woods behind them, and the young man twisted around to see. The girl cringed back and grasped onto his sleeve, tugging urgently.
“Come.” Her voice was flighty and airy, as it she hadn’t used it much; or, maybe, as if she’d screamed too much. But… did she mean into the water? Willow eased away, trying to reason with her that it would be better it he took her back to his family’s cabin to get help, but her grasp tightened and she jerked his wrist-embarrassingly-to her chest. “Now!”
Willow fought himself, and then stepped into the water. Obviously, she was hysterical, and he needed to play her game for a moment to gain her trust. Crouching in the water, Will started to try and convince her to leave with him, but found his mouth immediately occupied with her own.
It wasn’t lipstick.
She flashed him a sharp toothed, appraising smile and then yanked him forward. Willow saw the flash of her silver-scaled tail churning the water, just before water filled his mouth.
Author:
mirra_mirror
Pairing: Anissa Rose Hartford/Willow Andrew Morris
Fandom: The Brightest Stars Die the Fastest
Theme: #37, the blood that testified the truth.
Rating: PG. Very light, not-really scary stuff.
Disclaimer: BSDF is a roleplay that I created and Willow is one of my characters. Anissa is
mighty_mint’s character. This is a purely fictional work.
---It had been the singing that drew his attention; a low, whimpering song that danced through the air and over rock. It had drawn him in, if only because it sounded so lost. Perhaps it was a disoriented traveler, trying to keep themselves calm by singing something familiar? He’d been taught that trick by his grandfather.
Kind by nature, the brunette followed the sound in order to help them-warn them, too, since so many had vanished recently without cause-back onto the path. What he found was not a lost traveler.
Willow blinked at the young woman that peered out at him, blue eyes sparkling like that frigid water around her and blonde hair swirling about like the developing ice. It was far too cold to be in the water, yet she didn’t even shiver as she sat up on the riverbank, water swirling about her waste and hair hiding her lack of clothing. The only thing about her that did not blend into the scenery was the red that painted her lips.
“Are… you alright?” It was a stupid question, but he wasn’t sure why he was unable to think quite clearly. Perhaps it was the cold, or his fear at finding something so strange. Or, maybe, it was because he was looking at the most beautiful woman that he had ever set his eyes upon.
He blonde shook her head mutely, hands clasped to her chest in surprise. Willow found himself drawing closer and getting low to the ground so that he did not seem as tall; the stranger seemed scared and startled by his sudden appearance. Still, he had to duck even closer to hear what she whispered, ears straining. “Help.”
Her hands fell to her lap, the palms leaving bloody streaks across her breast.
Panicked, Willow slipped forward and grasped at her hands. “What happened? Who-?” There was a snap in the woods behind them, and the young man twisted around to see. The girl cringed back and grasped onto his sleeve, tugging urgently.
“Come.” Her voice was flighty and airy, as it she hadn’t used it much; or, maybe, as if she’d screamed too much. But… did she mean into the water? Willow eased away, trying to reason with her that it would be better it he took her back to his family’s cabin to get help, but her grasp tightened and she jerked his wrist-embarrassingly-to her chest. “Now!”
Willow fought himself, and then stepped into the water. Obviously, she was hysterical, and he needed to play her game for a moment to gain her trust. Crouching in the water, Will started to try and convince her to leave with him, but found his mouth immediately occupied with her own.
It wasn’t lipstick.
She flashed him a sharp toothed, appraising smile and then yanked him forward. Willow saw the flash of her silver-scaled tail churning the water, just before water filled his mouth.