Disclaimer: GW and characters not mine, writing not for profit, don't sue me please; I can't afford it. ^^;
Warnings: abstractness, yaoi (no, ya think?), angst
Notes: Abstract in the extreme. Also strange. Like the Impressionist
style of painting, it gives more the impression of events, rather than
describing it clearly. POVs and other fixed points change at random, and it's
meant to be slightly confusing and unclear. Sort of... blurry.
Beta-read by Hiriyou -- thank you so much, love! ^_^ Thanks also to Amanda for comments on
jankety bits, and debate of whether or not the elemental properties of certain
words belong to air or water, and the appropriateness of either to a chapter
entitled Touch. ^_~
Stuff in italics is thoughts, speech, or emotions, and just to further
confuse you, you probably won't always be able to tell which is which, or who
it belongs to. Sometimes, it could be either, or both. ^^
Summary: An abstract version of an arc, sort of. I don't know what else to
call it... This part, um, fluff, mostly? Also, my hair fetish is showing... ^^
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Impressions: Convergence
Part 4: Touch
by Kagemihari
Touch
glancing, lingering
almost shy, but thrilling, daring
smile
reveling in newfound freedom
to look, walking by
to gently brush a hand
on skin, through tumbled locks of hair
surprise
softer than it looks
reaching, touching
bliss
long silken strands
wrapped round seeking fingers
soft as it looks... knew it... god...
eyes drift shut
savouring touching
liquid ripple of honeyed brown
amusement
quiet laughter
like that, do you?
eyes open, sudden flash of blue
sleepy glare, surfacing
as out of water deep
"you look like a cat in the sun"
mock growl
"hn... a lion you mean..."
predatory grin
stalking, capture
a kiss, the captive's willing retribution
touching, tender, fierce
teasing -- wary dance
learning rules of a different game
finding boundaries
with old lines newly crossed
still unsure
how much this means, how deep it goes
yet ever more certain, becoming
reckless now, hope reaching
soaring
so right
hair flows free
deliberate, enticing
touch
fascination
need to touch, to hold
fingertips trailing silver sparks
trails of warmth and fire
touch of a glance
like a hand, falling light
on unsuspecting object of
affection
turn, finding gaze
heat, need, flash briefly
want
want to be your lover
hope, fear, reckless
want to...
good natured sparring
fights
underwritten by new subtext
jabs, insults, threats
banter, now colored with affectionate mirth
glaring, shoving, wrestling match
touch
heated by awareness
of underlying passion
locked, pinned
gotcha...
low laughter, answering smirk
fading into silent hunger
so close
faces almost... touching
whisper
'got you now...'
tension like a summer storm
prickling, charged with
amused anticipation
desire
blue eyes question, daring
'what are you going to do with me?'
a slow grin breaks, lazy intention
promising
'got a few ideas...'
touch
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