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tamingthemuseTitle: Sleepless
Author: Trashy_Erotica
Fandom: Original lit.
Prompt: The Early Bird Catches Pneumonia
Warnings: Slightly sexual content
Rating: PG (Mabe PG-13 to be extreme)
This is my first entry. I don't have much to say about it exept that it is rediculously short. I went ahead and cross posted it to my blog. Hmmm...
Oh! It's based off of a painting by Stephanie Law, "Sparks"
I guess that's it.
The water was dark and murky with a muddy look and feel to it, the kind of thing that one feels filthy just to gaze at, the kind of thing that leaves a nasty taste in ones mouth after just a glance. Yet there she was, like a radiant gem, her red hair flaming in the sun as it floated about her. She moved less like the half-serpent she was and more like a specter.
Like a porcelain goddess she drifted before me, working her strange magic, conjuring the flames that could burn underwater, the impossible flames. Just as she aroused those flames within me, the pure priest I was at the time.
But she changed all of that, all of it; my pagan goddess before me with her shimmering scales and smile of a temptress. She must have the voice of a siren... I thought to myself.
She smiled at me slightly as the trinkets in her hair glittered, how I ached to know her name!
Then, the impossible happened. She drifted towards me, that same mischievous smile painting her face as she drew close to me, her hair engulfing my vision as though the sea were on fire. I felt her lips brush my ear and a heat overcame my face and my loins. I held my breath for a moment as the bubbles rose from the tank that sustained me, their strange sound drifting through the dense silence. I could feel her closeness though her body put off no warmth. I felt her like one feels God; the surroundings are cold but the presence is warm. Yet this woman, this mermaid, this mergoddess, was more than a god could ever possibly be in my eyes.
"My name..." she suddenly broke the silence with a whisper against my ear in a beautifully alien water-filled voice, one of her hands rising to gently grasp my shoulder, "is Lokelani."
With that her emerald cat-like eyes watched me as slipped away into the murk, disappearing as mysteriously as she had appeared to me.
After that for years I searched for her. I searched for her like a man who had lost his mind, and perhaps I had. I had abandoned the monastery, my faith, my home, and my life. I spent many sleepless nights on the shore, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, just a glimpse, waiting there until sunrise for some kind of solace. All I ever caught was pneumonia. That's all we early birds really get, those of us awake at dawn bearing hope, only to receive pneumonia.
Author: Trashy_Erotica
Fandom: Original lit.
Prompt: The Early Bird Catches Pneumonia
Warnings: Slightly sexual content
Rating: PG (Mabe PG-13 to be extreme)
This is my first entry. I don't have much to say about it exept that it is rediculously short. I went ahead and cross posted it to my blog. Hmmm...
Oh! It's based off of a painting by Stephanie Law, "Sparks"
I guess that's it.
The water was dark and murky with a muddy look and feel to it, the kind of thing that one feels filthy just to gaze at, the kind of thing that leaves a nasty taste in ones mouth after just a glance. Yet there she was, like a radiant gem, her red hair flaming in the sun as it floated about her. She moved less like the half-serpent she was and more like a specter.
Like a porcelain goddess she drifted before me, working her strange magic, conjuring the flames that could burn underwater, the impossible flames. Just as she aroused those flames within me, the pure priest I was at the time.
But she changed all of that, all of it; my pagan goddess before me with her shimmering scales and smile of a temptress. She must have the voice of a siren... I thought to myself.
She smiled at me slightly as the trinkets in her hair glittered, how I ached to know her name!
Then, the impossible happened. She drifted towards me, that same mischievous smile painting her face as she drew close to me, her hair engulfing my vision as though the sea were on fire. I felt her lips brush my ear and a heat overcame my face and my loins. I held my breath for a moment as the bubbles rose from the tank that sustained me, their strange sound drifting through the dense silence. I could feel her closeness though her body put off no warmth. I felt her like one feels God; the surroundings are cold but the presence is warm. Yet this woman, this mermaid, this mergoddess, was more than a god could ever possibly be in my eyes.
"My name..." she suddenly broke the silence with a whisper against my ear in a beautifully alien water-filled voice, one of her hands rising to gently grasp my shoulder, "is Lokelani."
With that her emerald cat-like eyes watched me as slipped away into the murk, disappearing as mysteriously as she had appeared to me.
After that for years I searched for her. I searched for her like a man who had lost his mind, and perhaps I had. I had abandoned the monastery, my faith, my home, and my life. I spent many sleepless nights on the shore, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, just a glimpse, waiting there until sunrise for some kind of solace. All I ever caught was pneumonia. That's all we early birds really get, those of us awake at dawn bearing hope, only to receive pneumonia.
