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tamingthemuseTitle: Dancing on water
Fandom: original story
Prompt: Glissade
Warnings: Femmeslash ahead. Nudity. Nothing explicit, though.
Rating: PG-13 for nudity and femmeslash.
Summary: A fairy tale about a witch trying to find a treasure.
Notes: This one is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shadow_in_eden. *hugs* I hope this works as 'pretty' for you ;)
There is a legend saying that a witch dancing on water can make somebody fall in love with her. There is a legend saying that a nymph could only love a witch. There is a legend about the all seeing moon. There is also a legend about how all legends are true and unreal.
**
She’s always liked water. The way it moved on her body fascinated her to no end. She enjoyed feeling it slide along her body now, too, when she was walking into the lake. Naked, just like the moon, the beautiful lantern high up in the sky. And it’s the softest of touches she’s ever felt – water moving up from her ankles, slowly reaching her calves and knees, caressing the delicate skin of her inner thighs and teasing the tips of her fingers. She slows her movement to fully indulge in the sensation of immersing her palms and wrists in the cool liquid. A full stop comes when the water covers her wrists and passes the line where her buttocks meet her legs.
It’s such an intense moment, because that’s the price she has to pay for this spell; the water of the lake becomes her lover when nobody else has ever touched her like that. She lifts her chin up and dives into the chilly depth.
The moon is full and there are no clouds, so millions of stars reflect in the water. Floating on her back she lets the water cover most of her body in a blanket of shining softness and watches the night sky.
She feels so light in the water, almost non-existent. She disappears, her body disappears and she turns into a star herself. She’s one of the white sparkles, ivory pale from her toes and heels, through the round of her hips and breasts, to the collarbone and neck and face and forehead... and only her black hair blends with the water. Partly still swimming in that cold lake, and partly she’s flying among celestial lights making sure she’s visible and calling, calling for someone she needs and longs for, calling to be called.
When she reaches the very middle of the lake, she feels absolutely free. There’s nothing she can see besides the stars, she closes her eyes because she loses sight of the woods surrounding the lake, the water, the colors. She can’t hear the soft rustle of wind, can’t hear the owls, nor the movement of her own arms and legs working in the water. Relieved from any boundaries of the real world, nearly free from the merciless clutches of gravitation, soaring with her star sisters, there is nothing holding her back, nothing holding her down. So she stops moving, slowly sinks underwater. Down, down, deeper and deeper, thinking about nothing, because her body is turning into glass, a delicate material that keeps falling down... only to feel something dry on her feet, then knees, thighs and belly, on her whole body. She opens her eyes to see, to see that she’s standing on the surface of the lake and the moon is shining down on her.
The dance of glass begins, the motion of her legs and arms fluent and as unreal as this night. Her thoughts have long dissolved in the air and all she can do now is feel.
Suddenly she somebody’s hands are on her hips, two hands touching her and moving along. She’s being turned and spinned by a lovely nymph of blue complexion and white hair and slanted white eyes, a water creature of grace and beauty. She smiles and receives a smile in return.
“I’ve been watching you, Glass Witch,” says the nymph. “Do you wish to belong?”
As silence spreads the seconds waiting for the answer, the witch closes the gap between her lips, kisses them lightly and replies. Because kissing the nymph is like kissing water and it’s all she really needs now.
**
And from that night there’s a legend of two unreal creatures dancing on the lake every full moon. The legend says that a bit of magic helped a nymph to trap a witch bathing at night. The legend says that a witch fell in love with a nymph who broke her heart and to punish her the witch cursed the nymph to belong to her at least once a month. The legend says that two lovers met one night by the lake and, both charmed by the beauty of the night, decided that they’ll dance forever. The legend says, that it’s all true and it’s all a lie. But the legend also says that if you ask the full moon to tell you a story, she’ll tell you any story you want to hear.
Fandom: original story
Prompt: Glissade
Warnings: Femmeslash ahead. Nudity. Nothing explicit, though.
Rating: PG-13 for nudity and femmeslash.
Summary: A fairy tale about a witch trying to find a treasure.
Notes: This one is for
shadow_in_eden. *hugs* I hope this works as 'pretty' for you ;)There is a legend saying that a witch dancing on water can make somebody fall in love with her. There is a legend saying that a nymph could only love a witch. There is a legend about the all seeing moon. There is also a legend about how all legends are true and unreal.
**
She’s always liked water. The way it moved on her body fascinated her to no end. She enjoyed feeling it slide along her body now, too, when she was walking into the lake. Naked, just like the moon, the beautiful lantern high up in the sky. And it’s the softest of touches she’s ever felt – water moving up from her ankles, slowly reaching her calves and knees, caressing the delicate skin of her inner thighs and teasing the tips of her fingers. She slows her movement to fully indulge in the sensation of immersing her palms and wrists in the cool liquid. A full stop comes when the water covers her wrists and passes the line where her buttocks meet her legs.
It’s such an intense moment, because that’s the price she has to pay for this spell; the water of the lake becomes her lover when nobody else has ever touched her like that. She lifts her chin up and dives into the chilly depth.
The moon is full and there are no clouds, so millions of stars reflect in the water. Floating on her back she lets the water cover most of her body in a blanket of shining softness and watches the night sky.
She feels so light in the water, almost non-existent. She disappears, her body disappears and she turns into a star herself. She’s one of the white sparkles, ivory pale from her toes and heels, through the round of her hips and breasts, to the collarbone and neck and face and forehead... and only her black hair blends with the water. Partly still swimming in that cold lake, and partly she’s flying among celestial lights making sure she’s visible and calling, calling for someone she needs and longs for, calling to be called.
When she reaches the very middle of the lake, she feels absolutely free. There’s nothing she can see besides the stars, she closes her eyes because she loses sight of the woods surrounding the lake, the water, the colors. She can’t hear the soft rustle of wind, can’t hear the owls, nor the movement of her own arms and legs working in the water. Relieved from any boundaries of the real world, nearly free from the merciless clutches of gravitation, soaring with her star sisters, there is nothing holding her back, nothing holding her down. So she stops moving, slowly sinks underwater. Down, down, deeper and deeper, thinking about nothing, because her body is turning into glass, a delicate material that keeps falling down... only to feel something dry on her feet, then knees, thighs and belly, on her whole body. She opens her eyes to see, to see that she’s standing on the surface of the lake and the moon is shining down on her.
The dance of glass begins, the motion of her legs and arms fluent and as unreal as this night. Her thoughts have long dissolved in the air and all she can do now is feel.
Suddenly she somebody’s hands are on her hips, two hands touching her and moving along. She’s being turned and spinned by a lovely nymph of blue complexion and white hair and slanted white eyes, a water creature of grace and beauty. She smiles and receives a smile in return.
“I’ve been watching you, Glass Witch,” says the nymph. “Do you wish to belong?”
As silence spreads the seconds waiting for the answer, the witch closes the gap between her lips, kisses them lightly and replies. Because kissing the nymph is like kissing water and it’s all she really needs now.
**
And from that night there’s a legend of two unreal creatures dancing on the lake every full moon. The legend says that a bit of magic helped a nymph to trap a witch bathing at night. The legend says that a witch fell in love with a nymph who broke her heart and to punish her the witch cursed the nymph to belong to her at least once a month. The legend says that two lovers met one night by the lake and, both charmed by the beauty of the night, decided that they’ll dance forever. The legend says, that it’s all true and it’s all a lie. But the legend also says that if you ask the full moon to tell you a story, she’ll tell you any story you want to hear.
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Date: 2006-10-22 10:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-23 04:37 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting :]