SM: Children Will Listen, That Which Goes Unsaid
Title: Children Will Listen
Theme: Dragonfly
Genre: General/Angst
Rating: PG
Characters: Pluto
I was there as Vesuvius drowned Pompeii. You never quite get over the image of a city turning to dust.
Can you imagine standing still as the Earth cracks open and spills itself over gates and bath houses and mansions and a weeping mother searching desperately for the warm hand of a child, as you hear shouting and shrieking and sobbing and then silence, as you watch the molten rock settle and harden, as you taste the rain on your lips when it tumbles to the ground, as the tender Earth steams when it too drinks from the sky?
That is who I am. Saturn might be the destroyer of worlds, but I am the silent pair of eyes in the background, watching but never touching. I've seen civilizations decay and suns expand and children die. Through my chronic inaction I have committed genocide.
There are fluttering wings inside my head, beating more quickly than the hands of Time on your wrist watch, and they are ever so easily torn, if only I can catch them in between my fingertips. But I cannot, so they keep buzzing and whirling through thoughts and visions as synapses spark in their fragile veins.
My dragonfly zips about my frontal lobe, and it just won't die. I know not of peace, Small Lady. If you're lucky, peace will be all you know.
Title: That Which Goes Unsaid
Theme: Romance by Faylinn
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Rei/Jadeite
There is something unspoken between them, like how much he enjoys the way her voice lilts when she swears at him for sneaking a peek at her in the bath, like what she feels in the pit of her stomach when she catches him staring. But he'll never tell and she'll never listen, so there's no point in even thinking about it.
At night, when she's in his bed, rocking wildly over him as he runs his callused hands over her left nipple, catching it between his fingers and rolling it until she shrieks his name in response, he whispers it into her skin, that which they both know but never can say in the daylight.
And she smiles against his chest when they've finished, burning it into him with her lips. It's a prayer on the wind, the ghost of a thought.
A half-formed idea.
A flower beginning to bloom in their hands.
Theme: Dragonfly
Genre: General/Angst
Rating: PG
Characters: Pluto
I was there as Vesuvius drowned Pompeii. You never quite get over the image of a city turning to dust.
Can you imagine standing still as the Earth cracks open and spills itself over gates and bath houses and mansions and a weeping mother searching desperately for the warm hand of a child, as you hear shouting and shrieking and sobbing and then silence, as you watch the molten rock settle and harden, as you taste the rain on your lips when it tumbles to the ground, as the tender Earth steams when it too drinks from the sky?
That is who I am. Saturn might be the destroyer of worlds, but I am the silent pair of eyes in the background, watching but never touching. I've seen civilizations decay and suns expand and children die. Through my chronic inaction I have committed genocide.
There are fluttering wings inside my head, beating more quickly than the hands of Time on your wrist watch, and they are ever so easily torn, if only I can catch them in between my fingertips. But I cannot, so they keep buzzing and whirling through thoughts and visions as synapses spark in their fragile veins.
My dragonfly zips about my frontal lobe, and it just won't die. I know not of peace, Small Lady. If you're lucky, peace will be all you know.
Title: That Which Goes Unsaid
Theme: Romance by Faylinn
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Rei/Jadeite
There is something unspoken between them, like how much he enjoys the way her voice lilts when she swears at him for sneaking a peek at her in the bath, like what she feels in the pit of her stomach when she catches him staring. But he'll never tell and she'll never listen, so there's no point in even thinking about it.
At night, when she's in his bed, rocking wildly over him as he runs his callused hands over her left nipple, catching it between his fingers and rolling it until she shrieks his name in response, he whispers it into her skin, that which they both know but never can say in the daylight.
And she smiles against his chest when they've finished, burning it into him with her lips. It's a prayer on the wind, the ghost of a thought.
A half-formed idea.
A flower beginning to bloom in their hands.