yuletide is heeeeere!
dear yuletide santa/goat, (santoat? goanta?)
this letter is EPIC. (all-caps worth of epic.) too much information is better than a lack, or something, I hope. hopefully it's not obnoxious. I feel a little bit obnoxious writing so much about myself. ( this is 2864 words long. I am so sorry. )
this letter is EPIC. (all-caps worth of epic.) too much information is better than a lack, or something, I hope. hopefully it's not obnoxious. I feel a little bit obnoxious writing so much about myself. ( this is 2864 words long. I am so sorry. )
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So, I wrote the following piece as part of a J/I fanfic years, I mean years ago, and thought you might enjoy it. Sorry it is so lengthy. Forgive any grammar errors. Let me know what you think! : )
His thoughts of betrayal halted as a piece of sharp glass cut into his hand. He automatically winced and looked down at the cause of his sudden pain. He was amazed to find a wound opening up and his blood slowly running down his hand. His life force shinned brightly in the kitchen lights, the voices from the other room ceased to reach his attention, as he stared at the color before him.
Red.
The same color of her hair as it blew in the afternoon wind of his childhood home. She had soared on the swing hanging from a tree in their adoptive parent's backyard. One pushing the other as they had tried to reach Heaven that day - to talk with Mama again. His blood before him was as bright as her hair as she lay next to him at night. Holding him as a frighten child singing a lullaby to chase away the nightmare he had had. Her childish voice giving him the peace he desperately needed.
The same bright red that had been his shame. The day he realized his love for her was more than brotherly. His blood the same blood that ran through her veins. Binding them at the most primal level. The same blood that fell from her body signaling the end to their childhood games. The same color she had blushed the night he confessed his heart and sealed his words with an unchaste kiss.
The color of passion that she could ignite within him with one glance in his direction. His blood the color of her hair resting on his pillow at night. No longer a frightened child but a man moving inside her, who listened as her sighs and moans filled his being comforting him as her lullabies once had. A sin of body and soul being played over and over again.
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YOU ARE THE SWEETEST.
secondly:
I LOVE YOU.
thirdly, this is really interesting especially in regards to the s2 blue blood development.
I QUITE ENJOYED. WRITE SOME MORE. AND MORE FREQUENTLY.
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