Random Challenge #17
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Title~ Silk
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Everything's mine 'cept War, he's Sallie's. ALSO! THIS NEVER HAPPENED.
Notes~ Doing these. Set by Sallie: Lynnlita, silk veils, anonymous partner. I emphasise that THIS NEVER HAPPENED tho I kinda wish it had >>
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Lynnlita covered a yawn with the back of her hand as the sun streamed in through the curtains.
‘Good morning, Highness,’ the palace servant greeted as he swung open another set of curtains. ‘Did her Highness sleep well?’
‘Oh, yes, like a cat in the sun,’ Lynnlita answered, trying to pull the servant’s name from her mind. She knew his voice, but couldn’t quite put a name to it. She stretched and drew herself up into a sitting position, looking out at the savanna as the servant opened the final pair of curtains.
‘And a thousand times as beautiful as one.’
War.
Lynnlita snapped her knees to her chest, covering herself with her silk bed sheets. ‘How did War get in here?’
The Force was resting his back against the wall, arms and legs crossed as he stared out at the savanna. The early morning sunlight shone bright on his bright purple hair. ‘How could War not?’ he returned, shrugging and giving a dramatic sigh as he turned his head towards her. ‘He simply had to visit the most beautiful princess in Syllass one last time.’
Lynnlita frowned, though she could feel the blush rising in her cheeks, and bowed her face against her knees to hide it. Something told her War had already seen. ‘“Last time”?’ she repeated. ‘Why does War say that?’
War rubbed one arm as though thinking how to phrase his answer, then shook his head with another exasperated sigh. ‘Complications. It’s unimportant right now.’ He pushed himself from the wall, coins jingling in his pocket as he strode over to Lynnlita’s bed and knelt at its foot. ‘What’s important is that War is here, right now.’
Lynnlita stared at him with wide eyes, then shook her head with a small noise of irritation. She was still annoyed with him. He was rude and indecent, playing her feelings the way he had, and yet there was sincerity in his dark brown eyes that she couldn’t overlook.
‘Lynnlita is confused,’ she confessed, resting her forehead on her knees. Maybe if she couldn’t see his eyes she might be able to think more clearly.
She wasn’t surprised to feel the bed sink beside her as War sat down. ‘Would she prefer that War leaves?’ He sounded quite hurt.
‘Yes,’ she answered quietly, lifting her head but still not looking at him. ‘No. She does not know. No… Stay.’
She could see the smile—or was it almost a smirk?—on War’s lips from the corner of her eye.
‘War is glad.’ His fingers brushed against Lynnlita’s bare arm, leaving a faint tingling of goosebumps over her skin. The blush rose again in her cheeks as one finger slipped under the silk strap of her nightie. Her eyes suddenly snapped wide as she scrambled away from the Force’s touch, glaring hard at him.
‘Does War never learn?’ she demanded, snatching her sheet back up to cover herself.
War dropped his head sheepishly. ‘Apparently not,’ he lamented. ‘It is always so difficult to control oneself in the presence of such beauty.’
‘Well, after as many thousands of years as War claims to have lived, Lynnlita would expect him to have learnt by now!’
War spread helpless hands. ‘It’s a curse.’
‘And one which War seems to take pleasure in far too much.’
There was that smile again. ‘Maybe so,’ he agreed.
‘Ugh!’ Lynnlita cast her eyes to the ceiling, and would have done the same with her hands had they not been clinging to her bed sheet. ‘War is so rude! So indecent!’
‘But?’
‘…But?’
‘Lynnlita has not yet turned him away.’ He leant forwards, resting his weight on one hand and fixing his eyes once again with Lynnlita’s. ‘Perhaps she’s not quite as horrified as she makes to be.’
‘War is… certain he will not return to Llayad?’
The Force nodded, and his eyes were just faintly pained when he lifted his head again, as though he were trying to hide his pain for her.
She looked down again and traced a finger over the shimmering lines of the silk sheet, trying to drag some coherent thought back into her chaotic mind.
Without warning—or perhaps with the last ten minutes as warning—War leant forward to close the distance between them, hesitating for half a second before pressing his lips against hers. His stubble scratched at her skin, but, she cursed herself, not unpleasantly. Her mind kept trying to tell her to pull away, but her hand lifted to brush against the rough skin of his jaw.
War’s lips smiled against her own, and his warm, rough hands rested on her shoulders, thumbs hooked under her nightie straps again. They felt just as Lynnlita had always imagined Nolryn’s would, if ever he chose to indulge her. Strong and rough, but respectful and tender.
The Force suddenly pulled away, holding his hands away from her. ‘War offers his deepest apologies again, Highness.’ He laughed shortly and scratched behind his head. ‘They must be sounding quite hollow by n—’
Lynnlita broke him off, pressing a finger to his lips as she shook her head. ‘Lynnlita… quite liked it.’
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Everything's mine 'cept War, he's Sallie's. ALSO! THIS NEVER HAPPENED.
Notes~ Doing these. Set by Sallie: Lynnlita, silk veils, anonymous partner. I emphasise that THIS NEVER HAPPENED tho I kinda wish it had >>
Lynnlita covered a yawn with the back of her hand as the sun streamed in through the curtains.
‘Good morning, Highness,’ the palace servant greeted as he swung open another set of curtains. ‘Did her Highness sleep well?’
‘Oh, yes, like a cat in the sun,’ Lynnlita answered, trying to pull the servant’s name from her mind. She knew his voice, but couldn’t quite put a name to it. She stretched and drew herself up into a sitting position, looking out at the savanna as the servant opened the final pair of curtains.
‘And a thousand times as beautiful as one.’
War.
Lynnlita snapped her knees to her chest, covering herself with her silk bed sheets. ‘How did War get in here?’
The Force was resting his back against the wall, arms and legs crossed as he stared out at the savanna. The early morning sunlight shone bright on his bright purple hair. ‘How could War not?’ he returned, shrugging and giving a dramatic sigh as he turned his head towards her. ‘He simply had to visit the most beautiful princess in Syllass one last time.’
Lynnlita frowned, though she could feel the blush rising in her cheeks, and bowed her face against her knees to hide it. Something told her War had already seen. ‘“Last time”?’ she repeated. ‘Why does War say that?’
War rubbed one arm as though thinking how to phrase his answer, then shook his head with another exasperated sigh. ‘Complications. It’s unimportant right now.’ He pushed himself from the wall, coins jingling in his pocket as he strode over to Lynnlita’s bed and knelt at its foot. ‘What’s important is that War is here, right now.’
Lynnlita stared at him with wide eyes, then shook her head with a small noise of irritation. She was still annoyed with him. He was rude and indecent, playing her feelings the way he had, and yet there was sincerity in his dark brown eyes that she couldn’t overlook.
‘Lynnlita is confused,’ she confessed, resting her forehead on her knees. Maybe if she couldn’t see his eyes she might be able to think more clearly.
She wasn’t surprised to feel the bed sink beside her as War sat down. ‘Would she prefer that War leaves?’ He sounded quite hurt.
‘Yes,’ she answered quietly, lifting her head but still not looking at him. ‘No. She does not know. No… Stay.’
She could see the smile—or was it almost a smirk?—on War’s lips from the corner of her eye.
‘War is glad.’ His fingers brushed against Lynnlita’s bare arm, leaving a faint tingling of goosebumps over her skin. The blush rose again in her cheeks as one finger slipped under the silk strap of her nightie. Her eyes suddenly snapped wide as she scrambled away from the Force’s touch, glaring hard at him.
‘Does War never learn?’ she demanded, snatching her sheet back up to cover herself.
War dropped his head sheepishly. ‘Apparently not,’ he lamented. ‘It is always so difficult to control oneself in the presence of such beauty.’
‘Well, after as many thousands of years as War claims to have lived, Lynnlita would expect him to have learnt by now!’
War spread helpless hands. ‘It’s a curse.’
‘And one which War seems to take pleasure in far too much.’
There was that smile again. ‘Maybe so,’ he agreed.
‘Ugh!’ Lynnlita cast her eyes to the ceiling, and would have done the same with her hands had they not been clinging to her bed sheet. ‘War is so rude! So indecent!’
‘But?’
‘…But?’
‘Lynnlita has not yet turned him away.’ He leant forwards, resting his weight on one hand and fixing his eyes once again with Lynnlita’s. ‘Perhaps she’s not quite as horrified as she makes to be.’
‘War is… certain he will not return to Llayad?’
The Force nodded, and his eyes were just faintly pained when he lifted his head again, as though he were trying to hide his pain for her.
She looked down again and traced a finger over the shimmering lines of the silk sheet, trying to drag some coherent thought back into her chaotic mind.
Without warning—or perhaps with the last ten minutes as warning—War leant forward to close the distance between them, hesitating for half a second before pressing his lips against hers. His stubble scratched at her skin, but, she cursed herself, not unpleasantly. Her mind kept trying to tell her to pull away, but her hand lifted to brush against the rough skin of his jaw.
War’s lips smiled against her own, and his warm, rough hands rested on her shoulders, thumbs hooked under her nightie straps again. They felt just as Lynnlita had always imagined Nolryn’s would, if ever he chose to indulge her. Strong and rough, but respectful and tender.
The Force suddenly pulled away, holding his hands away from her. ‘War offers his deepest apologies again, Highness.’ He laughed shortly and scratched behind his head. ‘They must be sounding quite hollow by n—’
Lynnlita broke him off, pressing a finger to his lips as she shook her head. ‘Lynnlita… quite liked it.’
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Date: 2007-11-18 12:11 pm (UTC)AND THE ENDING! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR IT! OH MY GOD! SHE ADMITTED SHE QUITE LIKES IT!
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Date: 2007-11-18 12:19 pm (UTC)I LOVE WAR *GLOMPS HIM*
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Date: 2007-11-18 12:16 pm (UTC)War, you write him so sexy! And omg Lynlitta is so cute and sexy! X) "her hand lifted to brush against the rough skin of his jaw That line is ... hot. X) Nyaa ~ I was grinning all the way throgh this fic! =D
Nartiii ~ It's so cool! NYAAA! LAST LINE FOR THE WIN!!!!! OH YES SHE DID!
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Date: 2007-11-18 12:26 pm (UTC)sexysmarmy git XDThank you, Saku! *^^*
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Date: 2008-06-10 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-10 03:20 pm (UTC)Why do YOU comment on fics you've already commented on months ago? XD