Dusted With Ash - Smallville ; 2 Drabbles
Title: Dusted With Ash
Fandoms: Smallville
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Davis
Rating: pg-13
Warnings/Spoilers: haven't even bothered with season 9, but AU for the ending of season 8.
Summary: He gasps in breaths through lungs that are far unused to the actions.
AN: Trying to get over both a creativity block and practicing for a portfolio in the future
He gasps in breaths through lungs that are far unused to the actions.
The room darkens around him with quickening breaths that leave his mind spinning in dizzying circles
(like when he was younger and pretended it was just a game).
Heart beats with new blood, hot blood that burns his veins as he struggles to sit.
Fires bloom to life around him, edge closer but he feels no heat; no pain.
He's so unsure about what has happened, so confused as to what kind of monster he is.
Monster trapped deep inside him, monster making him think sick thoughts (he's not sure if it's the monster or him).
Cool hand brushes his face and he leans into the touch, craves the tough so much he could scream.
Would scream, does scream because the touch is so cooling it burns into his soul.
She sobs above him, tears stinging open cuts upon his face that stitch themselves back together.
His lips open, struggle to speak through vocal chords that were moments ago blackened by ash (dusted with age).
"Chloe", he gasps, eyes flashing red as she sadly smiles.
Drabbles for comment_fic
Supernatural, author's choice, Dean's first rainstorm after Hell; PG
He stands in the rain for hours.
Lets the cooling raindrops wash away all the blood he sees on himself. Dark, thick layers of blood that are saturated so deep he breaths it. The sky around him is thick with black clouds similar to that of hell, hell where screams were swallowed into his throat (he chokes).
The water soaks through his clothing, freezes his skin. He notices nothing but the steady drip upon his closed eyelids as he breathes in deeply.
Pirates of the Caribbean, Calypso/Davy Jones, unapologetic
She does not understand how she has misguided him; wronged him, if what he says is truth.
Head cocks to side, and thin browned arms fold beneath her breasts. She knows of Davy Jones, yearned for him once (but that was long ago and time passes quick enough to forget).
Full lips quirk into a half smirk, "I'm the sea and she does not bow down to the will of any man."
His eyes are dark; darker then a rotting heart locked away for not a soul to know (not her ever again).
"And you will not be the last to have me," she whispers, back straight and lips set.
Fandoms: Smallville
Characters/Pairings: Chloe/Davis
Rating: pg-13
Warnings/Spoilers: haven't even bothered with season 9, but AU for the ending of season 8.
Summary: He gasps in breaths through lungs that are far unused to the actions.
AN: Trying to get over both a creativity block and practicing for a portfolio in the future
He gasps in breaths through lungs that are far unused to the actions.
The room darkens around him with quickening breaths that leave his mind spinning in dizzying circles
(like when he was younger and pretended it was just a game).
Heart beats with new blood, hot blood that burns his veins as he struggles to sit.
Fires bloom to life around him, edge closer but he feels no heat; no pain.
He's so unsure about what has happened, so confused as to what kind of monster he is.
Monster trapped deep inside him, monster making him think sick thoughts (he's not sure if it's the monster or him).
Cool hand brushes his face and he leans into the touch, craves the tough so much he could scream.
Would scream, does scream because the touch is so cooling it burns into his soul.
She sobs above him, tears stinging open cuts upon his face that stitch themselves back together.
His lips open, struggle to speak through vocal chords that were moments ago blackened by ash (dusted with age).
"Chloe", he gasps, eyes flashing red as she sadly smiles.
Drabbles for comment_fic
Supernatural, author's choice, Dean's first rainstorm after Hell; PG
He stands in the rain for hours.
Lets the cooling raindrops wash away all the blood he sees on himself. Dark, thick layers of blood that are saturated so deep he breaths it. The sky around him is thick with black clouds similar to that of hell, hell where screams were swallowed into his throat (he chokes).
The water soaks through his clothing, freezes his skin. He notices nothing but the steady drip upon his closed eyelids as he breathes in deeply.
Pirates of the Caribbean, Calypso/Davy Jones, unapologetic
She does not understand how she has misguided him; wronged him, if what he says is truth.
Head cocks to side, and thin browned arms fold beneath her breasts. She knows of Davy Jones, yearned for him once (but that was long ago and time passes quick enough to forget).
Full lips quirk into a half smirk, "I'm the sea and she does not bow down to the will of any man."
His eyes are dark; darker then a rotting heart locked away for not a soul to know (not her ever again).
"And you will not be the last to have me," she whispers, back straight and lips set.