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Happy birthday to Elizabeth-Anne, part two:
I was hoping to write some femslash for you, but the muses have not cooperated. Thus, I hope Monaboyd will be okay?
And let's just say this is an I.O.U. for a future fic, any pairing of your choice. :)
Eclipse
Where did the window go?
One minute there is sharp green and white edges of sunlight. The next is black softening to grey as your eyes adjust. The world has reduced to cotton-cool, expanded to skin-hot.
The scrape of stubble against your temple wakes you up like an exclamation point. The laughter that ripples his chest, an ellipsis-articulating what he doesn’t need to say, pulling you into the space where sentences are nothing more than the varying pitch of breath.
When he moves back, he is gold and blue, and ringed in the grey edges of fading sunlight.
And you think all daydreams should be ambushed by beautiful blue-eyed boys.
I was hoping to write some femslash for you, but the muses have not cooperated. Thus, I hope Monaboyd will be okay?
And let's just say this is an I.O.U. for a future fic, any pairing of your choice. :)
Eclipse
Where did the window go?
One minute there is sharp green and white edges of sunlight. The next is black softening to grey as your eyes adjust. The world has reduced to cotton-cool, expanded to skin-hot.
The scrape of stubble against your temple wakes you up like an exclamation point. The laughter that ripples his chest, an ellipsis-articulating what he doesn’t need to say, pulling you into the space where sentences are nothing more than the varying pitch of breath.
When he moves back, he is gold and blue, and ringed in the grey edges of fading sunlight.
And you think all daydreams should be ambushed by beautiful blue-eyed boys.