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Apparently my muse refuses to let me write for the "fireside" challenge unless I write for her first.
He lay stretched out on the floor, long hair puddled behind his head, flicker of flames playing over his face, his eyelashes a dark smudge in the shadow. I was frozen, one step out of time. My breath caught aloud and he startled and stretched, waking.
“Are you alright?” he murmured, voice still husky with sleep. “You look as though you’d seen a ghost.”
“No ghosts here,” I smiled, kneeling to kiss his brow and retrieve his empty wine cup.
He had fallen asleep on the hearthrug, reading -- not knowing that I still saw his waking as death defying.
He lay stretched out on the floor, long hair puddled behind his head, flicker of flames playing over his face, his eyelashes a dark smudge in the shadow. I was frozen, one step out of time. My breath caught aloud and he startled and stretched, waking.
“Are you alright?” he murmured, voice still husky with sleep. “You look as though you’d seen a ghost.”
“No ghosts here,” I smiled, kneeling to kiss his brow and retrieve his empty wine cup.
He had fallen asleep on the hearthrug, reading -- not knowing that I still saw his waking as death defying.
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Oh, that is beautiful. There is so much tenderness in those 100 words. And so much layered history encapsulated there - more than I can pick apart. Lovely. *smile*
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Very pretty, though.
I swear my mp3 player is intelligent - on its massive random playlist it just started playing Into the West. Not as impressive as earlier, though - I was playing an online RPG and had just unlocked an area called the Hidden Temple. Upon entering, a big ball of rock tried to squish me and my player started the theme from Raiders of the Lost Ark. Scary.