DRABBLE: Hands of Stone (mild VM/OB) 1/1
Title: Hands of Stone
Author: Meixia
Pairing: use your imagination (though I prefer to think Viggo/Orli)
Hands of stone await you, waiting to shape your body into clay. The smooth slide of that polyester top slips over your shoulders as fingers curl around it.
And there are voices in the air of this sweet smelling communion, this give and take, here on this distant horizon.
There are bloody beasts waiting at your feet, white angels with black, unfurling wings.
Hot, hot heat of your body leaves you in waves, and another layer is shed.
I paint you. I paint you in motion. Where there is red, I paint blue. Where there is white, I paint black.
And a negative is all it is, with the color backwards and the faces wrong. Imperfection in its prettiest form, and I bow down to admire with the snakes.
Stone hands await you, wait for the touch of your flesh to make them human again.
You are the devil with the lyre, and I am the dancing fool.
end.
Author: Meixia
Pairing: use your imagination (though I prefer to think Viggo/Orli)
Hands of stone await you, waiting to shape your body into clay. The smooth slide of that polyester top slips over your shoulders as fingers curl around it.
And there are voices in the air of this sweet smelling communion, this give and take, here on this distant horizon.
There are bloody beasts waiting at your feet, white angels with black, unfurling wings.
Hot, hot heat of your body leaves you in waves, and another layer is shed.
I paint you. I paint you in motion. Where there is red, I paint blue. Where there is white, I paint black.
And a negative is all it is, with the color backwards and the faces wrong. Imperfection in its prettiest form, and I bow down to admire with the snakes.
Stone hands await you, wait for the touch of your flesh to make them human again.
You are the devil with the lyre, and I am the dancing fool.
end.