Day 28: Destination by Charis M (K+)
Day 28 - A kink fic.
Fandom Category: Bleach
Pairing: Ise Nanao/Kyouraku Shunsui
Fic Title: Destination
Author: Charis M / myalchod
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3958120/1/Destination
Rating/Warning(s): K+. Character death, sort of.
Genre: Supernatural/Romance
WIP?: No
Why This Must Be Read: From one beginning to another, the lives of Ise Nanao.
Sorry about the lack of nc-17 content. Weirdly, when I thought of kink, the first thing that came to mind for me was reincarnation!shipping, so I'm gonna run with it. There's some stunning prose, and the author manages to pack so much in each short snippet -- a lifetime in less than 100 words.
The taste of dust and ashes as still thick on her tongue, but it is safe here, and quiet, and as she tucks her back up against a tree and huddles deeper into the folds of blanket, her racing heart slows. Her breath makes faint visible puffs in the moonlight, ghosts of dragons that fade into shadow. She is very tired; the days and nights had blurred together as all she knew burned, and now that the frenetic need to do something - anything at all, so long as it helped - has passed, she feels limp with weariness.
The tree is solid behind her, the dimness surreal. She exhales, draws in another slow breath, surrenders to the urge to yawn.
Her eyes slip closed.
Fandom Category: Bleach
Pairing: Ise Nanao/Kyouraku Shunsui
Fic Title: Destination
Author: Charis M / myalchod
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3958120/1/Destination
Rating/Warning(s): K+. Character death, sort of.
Genre: Supernatural/Romance
WIP?: No
Why This Must Be Read: From one beginning to another, the lives of Ise Nanao.
Sorry about the lack of nc-17 content. Weirdly, when I thought of kink, the first thing that came to mind for me was reincarnation!shipping, so I'm gonna run with it. There's some stunning prose, and the author manages to pack so much in each short snippet -- a lifetime in less than 100 words.
The taste of dust and ashes as still thick on her tongue, but it is safe here, and quiet, and as she tucks her back up against a tree and huddles deeper into the folds of blanket, her racing heart slows. Her breath makes faint visible puffs in the moonlight, ghosts of dragons that fade into shadow. She is very tired; the days and nights had blurred together as all she knew burned, and now that the frenetic need to do something - anything at all, so long as it helped - has passed, she feels limp with weariness.
The tree is solid behind her, the dimness surreal. She exhales, draws in another slow breath, surrenders to the urge to yawn.
Her eyes slip closed.