July 10th, 2008

Red Rose

"It hurts when I do this"

New brigits_flame entry... because... yeah.  A big thank you to baronanriel for his help editing, and a super-special-awesome extra-fantastic hug-ridden groveling-on-knees thank you to eltea, who did a wonderful and superb bit of editing work on this one, because she loves me too much for her own good.  I wasn't entirely sure about this piece when I started, but now I know I like it.

The prompt is "It hurts when I do this."

Absently his fingers navigate the damp labyrinth of tangled hair that spills over the pillow like a disheveled inkblot.  He encounters a snag where one curl has become desperately intimate with another and slowly attempts to work it out.  She shifts.

Her eyelashes flirt with her cheeks, kissing them lightly as she fights the weight of her eyelids.  She’s exhausted almost to the point of slipping into unconsciousness, but she’s still answering him, and he’s not entirely sure why.  He’s never  in his life been more important than sleep before.

“You know,” he remarks, “they used to think it took a little while off of your life.  That you were ‘dying’ in some small way.  So a lot of authors of the time made use of that as this tremendous pun.  Shakespeare used it a lot in the sonnets.”

“The ones to the patron guy?” she murmurs, the slender shadows of her eyelashes lengthening.  “Or the ones to the dark lady?”

If he thinks of dark ladies, he will shatter like sugar glass.

“Both,” he answers, and as he twists his breath to craft the word, he realizes, in what is less an epiphany and more the caboose to a long-trundling train, that he loves her.

It makes his fingers tingle and his heart pound, and those wretched clichés terrify him even more than the understanding that he is in love.

Again.

Red Rose

Onward!

Yesterday was so insane that I can't even quantify it, so I'm not going to try.  Yeah.  Good solution. XD

...suffice to say eltea, richelle2972, and I dragged baronanriel to every store this side of hell, in hundred-degree heat.  Well, more like we managed to get him to drive us around.  So he was stuck with three teenage girls on a movie-making costume-collecting spree for about... four hours, I think.  A helluva long time.

Incredibly, he survived, with minimal apparent damage to sanity and regular mental function.  I am honestly in shock.  What resilience...!

Anyhoo, this weekend, eltea and her familia are spiriting me away on a road trip we've wanted to take for eons, so I dunno how much I'll be around LJ.  Though eltea will probably bring her computer.  Because for us not to have a computer with us would be madness of This-Is-Sparta magnitude.

So we will do awesome stuff and take pictures and maybe even, like, get stuff done.  Like start the script.  Maybe.  Heh.  That.  x)