Elricest? What?!
Oct. 26th, 2005 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lykomancerTitle: Age of Gold
Pairing: Elricest
Words: 800
Genre: Introspective overly symbolic fluff(?), hinted smut.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: EoS and movie!
Warnings: Incest, duh.
Dedication: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chauni! Finally! Heh, it took me long enough, didn't it?
Other notes: Yes, I did almost more or less mimic Chauni's style; that was deliberate, at least in part because I LOVE the way she writes this pairing. ^__^;;;;
Lay your head down in my lap and I will give comfort to your world-weary soul. Your strength shall be my strength, and my faith, my devotion, is for no one else but you, and salvation is nothing more than the bond between us.
There is no need to encumber you with bridles of gold or halters of silk; a saddle of even the softest suede is an affront to your indomitable nature and separates us from one another, numbing the intimacy of touch-- an intimacy I ached for in long sleepless years and was denied...but not any longer.
We have all the time in the world-- there is immortality deep within us that has nothing to do with corruptible flesh and earthly demise. There is no need for me to rush, even though I do, tumbling over myself hastily and falling, falling headlong...
...but I never hit bottom, and when I open my eyes, dizzy and flushing, I realize that you've caught me, cradling me against the firmness of your warm body and smiling softly-- that expression you save for me and me alone-- and then I realize that my head is still spinning with vertigo and it's you, it's you, it's all you doing this to me, making me lose myself and that I have nothing to fear because you will always hold me steady.
There's not enough of you, never, not anywhere in any world, and I can't stop my fingers from entangling in your long hair, my lips from ghosting along the softness of your face, and when I look upward at you, I see myself reflected in your eyes, in the golden pools of Timbuktu, of El Dorado; I see the body you loved so much that you labored unceasingly for years to reverse the degree of a savage demiurge and return it to me.
You are the true divinity raised up who sacrificed himself-- the one who died, trod the fiery pathways of hell itself, and then returned triumphantly to this world to claim his own...to claim me. You redeemed us both. You breathed my spirit back into my body, licking my hair back from my forehead, your exhalations warm and moist on my face, until my eyes opened-- eyes that had been blind before they beheld you, my beloved-- once more.
And "Oh," you whisper, over and over, a refrain without end, glory, glory, hallelujah, amen, "You are beautiful, beautiful, and worth every moment, every step, every scratch and bruise...all those years" and I remember that out of the strong came forth sweetness, and think once more that the your tongue is coated with honey, though you say the same of me...
I am the sweetness that lingers within you-- inside of your being in every imaginable way: mentally, emotionally...physically. You would have no other but me; you were drawn irresistibly to the sweet purity of my fresh young body; you wove autumn lilies and fallen leaves of rust and saffron in a circlet to crown the unrestrained fall of my hair before pressing the satin of your blushing lips to mine and drinking up the heart of my deepest desires, taking my unspoken words directly out of my mouth and setting them alight in song, the song of songs, the melody our personal revelation.
That afternoon our voices raised joyfully up to the heavens; our heated breath steamed musky-sweet, smoky like incense in the slanted amber sunlight; we came together at long last, lover and beloved, and you let yourself be truly touched-- your flanks quivered as I stroked my hands over them in tender awe, but you didn't shy away from me when I finally mounted you, reveling in your love and trust, the great heart that pounded in wild gallop as we moved together.
You are so hot-blooded, never growing tired, never weary, and you only became more restless and excitable underneath me, and I realized then how long you'd been waiting for this-- hungry and lonely and burning within-- and I let my own tattered inhibitions melt away into the damp German soil.
And when at last we slid apart, breathing hard in the moonlight, limbs trembling giddily; when I leaned back against the rough bark of the massive oak tree, cradled in the knotted twists of roots; you laid your proud head down in my lap and we both bathed our faces in the baptismal waters of relieved tears.
"Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib? Canst thou bind the unicorn with band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee? Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him? Wilt thou believe him?" -- The Book of Job 39:9-12, KJV
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fma_yaoi
Pairing: Elricest
Words: 800
Genre: Introspective overly symbolic fluff(?), hinted smut.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: EoS and movie!
Warnings: Incest, duh.
Dedication: For
chauni! Finally! Heh, it took me long enough, didn't it?Other notes: Yes, I did almost more or less mimic Chauni's style; that was deliberate, at least in part because I LOVE the way she writes this pairing. ^__^;;;;
Lay your head down in my lap and I will give comfort to your world-weary soul. Your strength shall be my strength, and my faith, my devotion, is for no one else but you, and salvation is nothing more than the bond between us.
There is no need to encumber you with bridles of gold or halters of silk; a saddle of even the softest suede is an affront to your indomitable nature and separates us from one another, numbing the intimacy of touch-- an intimacy I ached for in long sleepless years and was denied...but not any longer.
We have all the time in the world-- there is immortality deep within us that has nothing to do with corruptible flesh and earthly demise. There is no need for me to rush, even though I do, tumbling over myself hastily and falling, falling headlong...
...but I never hit bottom, and when I open my eyes, dizzy and flushing, I realize that you've caught me, cradling me against the firmness of your warm body and smiling softly-- that expression you save for me and me alone-- and then I realize that my head is still spinning with vertigo and it's you, it's you, it's all you doing this to me, making me lose myself and that I have nothing to fear because you will always hold me steady.
There's not enough of you, never, not anywhere in any world, and I can't stop my fingers from entangling in your long hair, my lips from ghosting along the softness of your face, and when I look upward at you, I see myself reflected in your eyes, in the golden pools of Timbuktu, of El Dorado; I see the body you loved so much that you labored unceasingly for years to reverse the degree of a savage demiurge and return it to me.
You are the true divinity raised up who sacrificed himself-- the one who died, trod the fiery pathways of hell itself, and then returned triumphantly to this world to claim his own...to claim me. You redeemed us both. You breathed my spirit back into my body, licking my hair back from my forehead, your exhalations warm and moist on my face, until my eyes opened-- eyes that had been blind before they beheld you, my beloved-- once more.
And "Oh," you whisper, over and over, a refrain without end, glory, glory, hallelujah, amen, "You are beautiful, beautiful, and worth every moment, every step, every scratch and bruise...all those years" and I remember that out of the strong came forth sweetness, and think once more that the your tongue is coated with honey, though you say the same of me...
I am the sweetness that lingers within you-- inside of your being in every imaginable way: mentally, emotionally...physically. You would have no other but me; you were drawn irresistibly to the sweet purity of my fresh young body; you wove autumn lilies and fallen leaves of rust and saffron in a circlet to crown the unrestrained fall of my hair before pressing the satin of your blushing lips to mine and drinking up the heart of my deepest desires, taking my unspoken words directly out of my mouth and setting them alight in song, the song of songs, the melody our personal revelation.
That afternoon our voices raised joyfully up to the heavens; our heated breath steamed musky-sweet, smoky like incense in the slanted amber sunlight; we came together at long last, lover and beloved, and you let yourself be truly touched-- your flanks quivered as I stroked my hands over them in tender awe, but you didn't shy away from me when I finally mounted you, reveling in your love and trust, the great heart that pounded in wild gallop as we moved together.
You are so hot-blooded, never growing tired, never weary, and you only became more restless and excitable underneath me, and I realized then how long you'd been waiting for this-- hungry and lonely and burning within-- and I let my own tattered inhibitions melt away into the damp German soil.
And when at last we slid apart, breathing hard in the moonlight, limbs trembling giddily; when I leaned back against the rough bark of the massive oak tree, cradled in the knotted twists of roots; you laid your proud head down in my lap and we both bathed our faces in the baptismal waters of relieved tears.
"Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib? Canst thou bind the unicorn with band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee? Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him? Wilt thou believe him?" -- The Book of Job 39:9-12, KJV
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Date: 2005-10-26 08:17 pm (UTC)First, you pwn my style. Just flat out, simple. This is gorgeous, amazing, stunning. It's hands that are at my chest, twisting my heart and petting it at once.
I love this. Love it. Adore it. I don't have words for it, just can't form them, I fear. ::clings tightly:: Thank you, love.
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Date: 2005-10-27 12:58 am (UTC)This. I love. Really can't find many more words to use than that. It's beautiful.
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Date: 2005-10-27 02:57 am (UTC)Thank you! It's not my usual pairing, but I felt the need for something sweet and pseudo-fluffy, and really, what's sweeter and purer than the story of a unicorn and his beloved virgin?
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Date: 2005-10-27 06:18 pm (UTC)Once again, you've left me speechless. Damn you and your amazing fics! Wait. Amazing? Nah, scratch that. There is no word in any dictionary to describe how beautiful your writing is.
*adds to mems, along with most of your fics*
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Date: 2005-10-27 08:18 pm (UTC)Thank you, thank you.
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Date: 2005-10-28 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-28 10:48 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2005-10-29 08:42 pm (UTC)