Meh and double meh
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dethoratsPrompt: Ache
Word Count: 411
Moonlit glory danced before her, the sorceress every inch a wild sylphlike creature bringing in the height of summer. Lust and a pure yearning towards beauty ached within Miera’s heart as she crept even closer towards the pit and her quarry. This type of situation was on her list for possible worst-case scenarios and it was one of the few for which she had absolutely no coping plan. The best she had ever been able to come up with relied solely on willpower and improvisation and at the moment she was failing rather spectacularly in both areas.
Before her the sorceress sped up her movements, feet no longer anchored to the stone floor as heels were stomped and inky hair was tossed like a curtain dyed in the vat of night sky visible through the opening in the roof. Siere was seemingly mesmerized and Miera was definitely feeling rather foggy herself. No wonder when the sounds and the sight were so captivating. As the sung chant rose and the sorceress twirled in the column of moonshine, her hands moved towards the low neck of her dress and disappeared inside. When they returned from those elusive depths, she flung one hand towards the altar. Powder hung in the air before it was gobbled up by the flames, an elusive musky scent at once beginning to fill the cavern. And in the other hand she held a knife. Her voice began to crescendo as she walked forward confidently, the steel glinting as she pointed it at Siere.
The winking blade was enough to rouse Miera from her trance-like state and she swiftly moved, still in her low crouch, from the shadows and across the bare expanse of rock ledge to hover anxiously at the edge. Siere didn’t even seem to notice the knife. All of the boy’s attention was absorbed by the sleek figure of the sorceress herself. Miera tensed, gathering her body beneath her. Her muscles coiled, ready to spring her forward and down onto the woman, and her fingers closed convulsively on the familiar worn haft of her weapon.
At last the sorceress released her final note, a high, clear sound that echoed throughout the chamber, and at that moment clarity returned to Siere’s eyes. He gazed at the spring-clad woman before him, mouth dropping open as he finally registered the knife. The sorceress smiled at him and raised the weapon. As her lightly muscled arm began to fall, Miera leapt.
Word Count: 411
Moonlit glory danced before her, the sorceress every inch a wild sylphlike creature bringing in the height of summer. Lust and a pure yearning towards beauty ached within Miera’s heart as she crept even closer towards the pit and her quarry. This type of situation was on her list for possible worst-case scenarios and it was one of the few for which she had absolutely no coping plan. The best she had ever been able to come up with relied solely on willpower and improvisation and at the moment she was failing rather spectacularly in both areas.
Before her the sorceress sped up her movements, feet no longer anchored to the stone floor as heels were stomped and inky hair was tossed like a curtain dyed in the vat of night sky visible through the opening in the roof. Siere was seemingly mesmerized and Miera was definitely feeling rather foggy herself. No wonder when the sounds and the sight were so captivating. As the sung chant rose and the sorceress twirled in the column of moonshine, her hands moved towards the low neck of her dress and disappeared inside. When they returned from those elusive depths, she flung one hand towards the altar. Powder hung in the air before it was gobbled up by the flames, an elusive musky scent at once beginning to fill the cavern. And in the other hand she held a knife. Her voice began to crescendo as she walked forward confidently, the steel glinting as she pointed it at Siere.
The winking blade was enough to rouse Miera from her trance-like state and she swiftly moved, still in her low crouch, from the shadows and across the bare expanse of rock ledge to hover anxiously at the edge. Siere didn’t even seem to notice the knife. All of the boy’s attention was absorbed by the sleek figure of the sorceress herself. Miera tensed, gathering her body beneath her. Her muscles coiled, ready to spring her forward and down onto the woman, and her fingers closed convulsively on the familiar worn haft of her weapon.
At last the sorceress released her final note, a high, clear sound that echoed throughout the chamber, and at that moment clarity returned to Siere’s eyes. He gazed at the spring-clad woman before him, mouth dropping open as he finally registered the knife. The sorceress smiled at him and raised the weapon. As her lightly muscled arm began to fall, Miera leapt.
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Date: 2007-04-23 06:33 pm (UTC)I'm saving all your original fic so I can read it at one time. I'm very impatient and hate waiting for things XD
Let's see if I can't find something to make you lol...or at least smile.
Im in ur LJ, postin largs pics
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Date: 2007-04-24 06:06 am (UTC)As for the work thing, yeah, Gay Lee's big mouth + a guest that I think is either slightly retarded or slightly mental = stupid issues. Orz. Same old, same old. Nothing ever changes here. Sigh. Oh, be prepared. It's fucking HOT in here since the main a/c hasn't been turned on yet.
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Date: 2007-04-23 07:57 pm (UTC)Moonlit glory danced before her, the sorceress every inch a wild sylphlike creature bringing in the height of summer.
::points and flails like a madwoman:: Gaaaa! You...and your...awesome...gah!! ::shakes you:: HOVE!