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Title: Impression
Rating: G
Pairing: ZoSopp
Word Count: 215
The stars had blazed; bright sparkles of white fire with specks of blue and red intermingled against the endless black of the sky. The air had been pleasant, warm and fragrant with the smell of growing things. There had been laughter and a few small quarrels and food and drink and fun. The campfire glow made the tiptoeing shadows stretch into giants against the pale moonlit sand and a pair of cerulean eyes had blinked and then a third one had opened. It watched the two figures disappear around the natural curve of the shore and a companion ear listened to deep, sleepy rumbles and higher, cajoling tones. Lips turned up in a small smile and the sentry turned her attention back to her book. The gentle murmur of the waves provided the melody to the bass line of snores and contented murmurings. The sun rose and tapped closed eyelids with rosy fingers. Lazy touches and half-awake kisses were exchanged and then reluctant feet trudged back to embers and nakama, settling in before the cook had managed to smoke his first cigarette and get the coffee started. On the beach, the only evidence left was a hollow in the sand and the ocean claimed that for herself, sneaking up to swallow it with the tide.
Rating: G
Pairing: ZoSopp
Word Count: 215
The stars had blazed; bright sparkles of white fire with specks of blue and red intermingled against the endless black of the sky. The air had been pleasant, warm and fragrant with the smell of growing things. There had been laughter and a few small quarrels and food and drink and fun. The campfire glow made the tiptoeing shadows stretch into giants against the pale moonlit sand and a pair of cerulean eyes had blinked and then a third one had opened. It watched the two figures disappear around the natural curve of the shore and a companion ear listened to deep, sleepy rumbles and higher, cajoling tones. Lips turned up in a small smile and the sentry turned her attention back to her book. The gentle murmur of the waves provided the melody to the bass line of snores and contented murmurings. The sun rose and tapped closed eyelids with rosy fingers. Lazy touches and half-awake kisses were exchanged and then reluctant feet trudged back to embers and nakama, settling in before the cook had managed to smoke his first cigarette and get the coffee started. On the beach, the only evidence left was a hollow in the sand and the ocean claimed that for herself, sneaking up to swallow it with the tide.