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savioursephNot sure what happened with these, really. ^^;
Sarah - ??? (but had Link/Malon in mind when I wrote it)
She, albeit reticently, allowed him entry. This was after all the man who had destroyed so much of her life, entering in a tornado flurry and leaving just as quickly, the tattered shreds of her self-worth and dignity all she had left. How could she have known what would happen when she let him into her life - how she would fall for him only to be thrown aside like an empty crisp packet?
How could she have known she would love one who would never love her in return?
"Long time no see."
As casual as ever, she thought bitterly. Didn't he know how much he'd hurt her, leaving like that?
"What do you want?"
"I need... your help. Something's wrong."
"You need me now? Why the fuck should I care? It's not like you came running when I needed you! No; you just sauntered off into the sunset - why even look back on us?" She fumed. Leaving her was bad enough, but to come back puling and whining asking for her to help him?
"It's not me - you need to come outside."
She followed him only to have her anger quickly change into horror and sickening misery. It was bad - she probably wouldn't last the night. She ran inside to find blankets - while she couldn't save her life, the least she could do was make her more comfortable.
Despite her hatred for the man nervously pacing about, and despite the agony she felt just seeing his face again, she silently went to work easing her dying friend's pain.
Her own could wait.
Fool In The Rain - ???
Like a Donna Summer song made real it sat there, a metaphor for love gone bad turned a sticky mess; thick, soursweet cream in rivulets down his chest as he lay there, naked; freezing rain pelting his flesh. He felt used, numb with the cold, but most of all, he hungered.
He dipped his finger into the whitish mess on his torso, tasting its comforting rich flavour, savouring it despite his disgust at his situation.
What possessed him to go out in the rain naked and carrying a gooseberry fool in the first place?
Sarah - ??? (but had Link/Malon in mind when I wrote it)
She, albeit reticently, allowed him entry. This was after all the man who had destroyed so much of her life, entering in a tornado flurry and leaving just as quickly, the tattered shreds of her self-worth and dignity all she had left. How could she have known what would happen when she let him into her life - how she would fall for him only to be thrown aside like an empty crisp packet?
How could she have known she would love one who would never love her in return?
"Long time no see."
As casual as ever, she thought bitterly. Didn't he know how much he'd hurt her, leaving like that?
"What do you want?"
"I need... your help. Something's wrong."
"You need me now? Why the fuck should I care? It's not like you came running when I needed you! No; you just sauntered off into the sunset - why even look back on us?" She fumed. Leaving her was bad enough, but to come back puling and whining asking for her to help him?
"It's not me - you need to come outside."
She followed him only to have her anger quickly change into horror and sickening misery. It was bad - she probably wouldn't last the night. She ran inside to find blankets - while she couldn't save her life, the least she could do was make her more comfortable.
Despite her hatred for the man nervously pacing about, and despite the agony she felt just seeing his face again, she silently went to work easing her dying friend's pain.
Her own could wait.
Fool In The Rain - ???
Like a Donna Summer song made real it sat there, a metaphor for love gone bad turned a sticky mess; thick, soursweet cream in rivulets down his chest as he lay there, naked; freezing rain pelting his flesh. He felt used, numb with the cold, but most of all, he hungered.
He dipped his finger into the whitish mess on his torso, tasting its comforting rich flavour, savouring it despite his disgust at his situation.
What possessed him to go out in the rain naked and carrying a gooseberry fool in the first place?
