Prompt # 13.08

Feb 20, 2008 18:28

Ever drifting down the stream....
lingering in the golden gleam...
life, what is it but a dream?
From "Through the Looking Glass" by Lewis Carroll

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The water lapped at his hand, cleansing the blood from his fingers.

Cool touches to his skin as though it was being tended with loving caresses.

Light that appeared as sparkling stars, blinking and returning rapidly, filling brief visions.

Gentle brush of soft lips, and a feeling of being drawn back.

A huffed breath crossed bruises and cuts, nudging that encouraged and guided, hand that moved to gingerly grip at hair, strength only sufficient to do the basics, mind numbed to deny the pain.

So much easier to remain, so much easier to ignore, so much easier to just stay and continue drifting until another shore was met.

Pressure again, from another, larger, stronger, lending the warmth and solidity but with the movement that encouraged again. Fingers gripped finally, muscles slowly tightened and with no little effort a new journey began.


OOC: Inspired by this and the prompt! I suspect RP will follow here.
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