Fiction: SMMFC: 09-21-2008
Trying my hand at SMMFC. It's been a long time since I've worked on my fanfiction, and I figured this would be a good way to ease back into it.
Title: Tango
Author: Kotono (silkaura)
Theme: Salsa by wilchan (Images Only)
Genre: Dark/Romance (A bit hard to classify, really)
Version: Manga
Rating: R
T-A-N-G-O.
The wind burned her face with its icy chill. Tears left streaks across her muddy cheeks. Nephrite laughed as she pulled herself from the chalky lunar sand, summoning strength that had long since abandoned her.
It wasn't hard. She just had to remember the steps. Back, back, side, together.
His latest blow nearly threw her down for the last time. She fought the urge to lay her head against the fine silt and sleep forever. He waited while she forced her shaking ankles to support her.
Dancing with him was nothing new. They'd learned the steps together.
His eyes were drained of their old earthy brown. All their eyes had lost their colors, replaced by a dark, pulsing violet. She wondered if they took in the wasteland around them with the same clarity she did.
The waltz of courtship: One, two, three. One, two, three. Flirt, blush, pursue. Shy at first, then confident. He couldn't keep his eyes away, beckoning her to join the dance.
He struck first, impatient with her hesitance. The force threw her back into what remained of a garden wall, the huge grey stones scattering like gravel.
And those long hours of midnight when they thought their bodies might burst, muscles spasming together, slick with each other's sweat. Pushing that dance to its limits, drawing out the steps until they couldn't bear it.
She tried to make her vocal chords obey, but they would emit nothing but a strained wheeze.
And the dance of war where nothing was fair.
When she opened her eyes his face was inches away. "You know I've wanted you since I saw you," he said, tearing away the shreds of her skirt. He ran cold kisses along her neck, her breasts. She was too weak to fight back. Tears streamed from her eyes soundlessly as he pushed himself into her, possessing her.
This was a dance, too. Everything was. Back, back, side, together.
She pretended their bed was silk instead of ash, that the blood on his lips was perfume. She could bear it as long as he was the one doing it. She would take the illusion.
T-A-
His body collapsed on top of her. He lay still, breathing roughly. "I love you," she whispered, then forced her remaining energy into a storm of electricity. The blast would kill her, too. She knew it would, but it didn't matter. Their dance could only end together.
N-G-O.
Title: Tango
Author: Kotono (silkaura)
Theme: Salsa by wilchan (Images Only)
Genre: Dark/Romance (A bit hard to classify, really)
Version: Manga
Rating: R
T-A-N-G-O.
The wind burned her face with its icy chill. Tears left streaks across her muddy cheeks. Nephrite laughed as she pulled herself from the chalky lunar sand, summoning strength that had long since abandoned her.
It wasn't hard. She just had to remember the steps. Back, back, side, together.
His latest blow nearly threw her down for the last time. She fought the urge to lay her head against the fine silt and sleep forever. He waited while she forced her shaking ankles to support her.
Dancing with him was nothing new. They'd learned the steps together.
His eyes were drained of their old earthy brown. All their eyes had lost their colors, replaced by a dark, pulsing violet. She wondered if they took in the wasteland around them with the same clarity she did.
The waltz of courtship: One, two, three. One, two, three. Flirt, blush, pursue. Shy at first, then confident. He couldn't keep his eyes away, beckoning her to join the dance.
He struck first, impatient with her hesitance. The force threw her back into what remained of a garden wall, the huge grey stones scattering like gravel.
And those long hours of midnight when they thought their bodies might burst, muscles spasming together, slick with each other's sweat. Pushing that dance to its limits, drawing out the steps until they couldn't bear it.
She tried to make her vocal chords obey, but they would emit nothing but a strained wheeze.
And the dance of war where nothing was fair.
When she opened her eyes his face was inches away. "You know I've wanted you since I saw you," he said, tearing away the shreds of her skirt. He ran cold kisses along her neck, her breasts. She was too weak to fight back. Tears streamed from her eyes soundlessly as he pushed himself into her, possessing her.
This was a dance, too. Everything was. Back, back, side, together.
She pretended their bed was silk instead of ash, that the blood on his lips was perfume. She could bear it as long as he was the one doing it. She would take the illusion.
T-A-
His body collapsed on top of her. He lay still, breathing roughly. "I love you," she whispered, then forced her remaining energy into a storm of electricity. The blast would kill her, too. She knew it would, but it didn't matter. Their dance could only end together.
N-G-O.