"I Set Millions of Spaniards on Fire..."
Sep. 4th, 2005 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psalm_onethirtyoneWell, before I update about the fair (eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! ^______^), here is the Zara/Florian scraplet, or rather what of it I salvaged. 'Twas written at five o'clock in the morning; I do not vouch for its goodness, coherency, or anything else, but there it is.
Beware random--randomness. O_o I was not awake.
Someone tied a set of wooden chimes under the eaves of the house. The wind makes it clatter against the side, the wall, three rhythmic clacks and then a fourth one out of pattern.
Zara's body is thin and pale--paler, but apart from that, what's under her clothes looks just the same as what you can always see. Her breasts are small and white, and below them are her ribs, standing through her skin. It had almost seemed as though someone as fierce as Zara must be vulnerable when she was undressed, but it isn't so. She is just as proud naked. Perhaps she is prouder. Her wild red hair falls over her bony shoulders and a little of it falls over her chest, hiding partly one of her small breasts, a little of the ugly ribs. But Florian is looking at her face, her fine, proud face. Sharp, jutting cheekbones, hollows under her eyes, a tight thin mouth, eyes that are dark with being bitter. It's a fine, proud face. She's beautiful.
Faithful Zara.
He lifts his hand to her shoulder--there's moonlight, his hand is only a little darker than her shoulder--and she isn't at all afraid. She simply stands.
The chimes clack again, three and then the off beat. Florian shakes his head. Zara pulls her black dress back on, her arms stretched up in the air, hiding her thin body under the thick, plain cloth. He keeps his eyes on her face. Still beautiful, it comes slowly from behind the black collar and when the dress is on she pulls her hair free and it tumbles again.
Faithful Zara.
Without a word, she goes out, and then the room is very empty.
Beware random--randomness. O_o I was not awake.
Someone tied a set of wooden chimes under the eaves of the house. The wind makes it clatter against the side, the wall, three rhythmic clacks and then a fourth one out of pattern.
Zara's body is thin and pale--paler, but apart from that, what's under her clothes looks just the same as what you can always see. Her breasts are small and white, and below them are her ribs, standing through her skin. It had almost seemed as though someone as fierce as Zara must be vulnerable when she was undressed, but it isn't so. She is just as proud naked. Perhaps she is prouder. Her wild red hair falls over her bony shoulders and a little of it falls over her chest, hiding partly one of her small breasts, a little of the ugly ribs. But Florian is looking at her face, her fine, proud face. Sharp, jutting cheekbones, hollows under her eyes, a tight thin mouth, eyes that are dark with being bitter. It's a fine, proud face. She's beautiful.
Faithful Zara.
He lifts his hand to her shoulder--there's moonlight, his hand is only a little darker than her shoulder--and she isn't at all afraid. She simply stands.
The chimes clack again, three and then the off beat. Florian shakes his head. Zara pulls her black dress back on, her arms stretched up in the air, hiding her thin body under the thick, plain cloth. He keeps his eyes on her face. Still beautiful, it comes slowly from behind the black collar and when the dress is on she pulls her hair free and it tumbles again.
Faithful Zara.
Without a word, she goes out, and then the room is very empty.
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Date: 2005-09-05 02:10 am (UTC)I'm not entirely sure what's going on here, but AGGA *FLAIL* *CLING*
...um, yes. I like. XD
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Date: 2005-09-05 02:16 am (UTC)*clings* Oh, good. It's not a travesty, then.
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Date: 2005-09-05 02:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-05 02:52 am (UTC)