Drabble: Yami no Matsuei -- Intimacy (Oriya)
Summary: More fuda_100. Oriya reflects.
Challenge: Hope
The brush of fingers and the caress of lips and bodies making sweet, illicit sounds in the darkness. It should have become a novelty to him long ago, for there were only so many artful ways to describe what went on in the back rooms of Kokakurou.
The moon hung large and red in the sky, so close that night it almost touched the horizon. He reached out and spread his palm against it, a little quirk to his lips that suggested a smile.
It had been so many years…
It was enough to feel a shadow; the reflection of warmth.
- Sarrasi
01/21/06
Challenge: Hope
The brush of fingers and the caress of lips and bodies making sweet, illicit sounds in the darkness. It should have become a novelty to him long ago, for there were only so many artful ways to describe what went on in the back rooms of Kokakurou.
The moon hung large and red in the sky, so close that night it almost touched the horizon. He reached out and spread his palm against it, a little quirk to his lips that suggested a smile.
It had been so many years…
It was enough to feel a shadow; the reflection of warmth.
- Sarrasi
01/21/06