Author's Note: Erm. Don't really have much to say about this, as it was
very spur of the moment. Jumps around a lot. Is dark and angsty. Has lots
of repetition and what I suspect are run on sentences. Am the queen of
sentence fragments. Muahaha.
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A sunrise on Gondowan is something that every person should experience at least once in their life, Garet thought to himself as he witnessed another one, filing it neatly away in his mind among the countless others he had seen since his journey with Isaac had begun.
Some days he wondered when his delicate frame of mind would shatter and all his memories and experiences and the battles and death would just all bleed together into an endless mass of sounds and pictures and her blue eyes.
He didn't know what attracted him to her, or if what he felt could even be considered attraction. It was more like a deep sort of animalistic passion that burned deep within the pit of his stomach, that with a certain change of voice or accidental touch began tearing its way through the countless layers of tissue and muscle to travel unbidden up his throat and howl its outrage at being contained for so, so long.
Contained since that first time in Imil when the old woman begged for them to find her, find the healer with the alabaster skin and dark blue eyes, find the last remaining protector of the Mercury Lighthouse, find the girl that would change the course of his life forever with her dry greeting and fake smile and exaggerated curtsy.
Find Mia.
At the first mention of her name an undeniable cold worse than the one he had been currently fighting ran its jagged course up his spine, and he knew she was different.
Different from Jenna, with her wide-eyed innocence. So innocent that she almost tried to bite his tongue off when he tried to kiss her properly on their second date. And she somehow managed to retain her optimistic outlook on life even though she had believed up until a few months ago that her entire family was dead.
Different from the girls that would lurk around the outskirts of towns like Tolbi and Kalay, waiting to lure you away into a night of cheap pleasure with their huskily murmured promises, glossy red lips, heavily lined eyes, and musky perfume.
Different from his sisters, whom he knew would never know a town besides Vale and would always remain servile to a kitchen and eventually to a husband, and then eventually to children, and when the children were all grown up and had lives and children of their own, they would sit and weep for the days when they were young and pray for a quick death and another chance to do the things they never did.
But they would never compare to her. Mia had a sort of untouchable, porcelain beauty. One wrong touch or word and she might shatter into a billion atoms and you know that even if you got the best craftsman she could never be put back together again properly. Not even the gods themselves could recreate her small hands with the neatly bitten nails, or the fine blue eyelashes that were like tassels of silk on her cheek while she slept, or her slightly chapped coral lips that he could imagine parting ever-so-slightly to release her breathy moans and pants while he fucked her every night in his dreams.
Garet could never love her the way the gallant knight loves his princess in the fairy tales he remembers from his childhood, but he supposes if she really wants it that way, he could try.
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Right. Review if you want. I loff reviews, even though I never get any. I don't expect to be writing again for a while because I'm never able to properly write out my plot bunnies. *sigh* And I never have a beta (hint hint). Besides, I really prefer to sit back and watch the popular GS authors rip each other apart over who's the better writer, even though most of their fics are shit. Cheers!
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A sunrise on Gondowan is something that every person should experience at least once in their life, Garet thought to himself as he witnessed another one, filing it neatly away in his mind among the countless others he had seen since his journey with Isaac had begun.
Some days he wondered when his delicate frame of mind would shatter and all his memories and experiences and the battles and death would just all bleed together into an endless mass of sounds and pictures and her blue eyes.
He didn't know what attracted him to her, or if what he felt could even be considered attraction. It was more like a deep sort of animalistic passion that burned deep within the pit of his stomach, that with a certain change of voice or accidental touch began tearing its way through the countless layers of tissue and muscle to travel unbidden up his throat and howl its outrage at being contained for so, so long.
Contained since that first time in Imil when the old woman begged for them to find her, find the healer with the alabaster skin and dark blue eyes, find the last remaining protector of the Mercury Lighthouse, find the girl that would change the course of his life forever with her dry greeting and fake smile and exaggerated curtsy.
Find Mia.
At the first mention of her name an undeniable cold worse than the one he had been currently fighting ran its jagged course up his spine, and he knew she was different.
Different from Jenna, with her wide-eyed innocence. So innocent that she almost tried to bite his tongue off when he tried to kiss her properly on their second date. And she somehow managed to retain her optimistic outlook on life even though she had believed up until a few months ago that her entire family was dead.
Different from the girls that would lurk around the outskirts of towns like Tolbi and Kalay, waiting to lure you away into a night of cheap pleasure with their huskily murmured promises, glossy red lips, heavily lined eyes, and musky perfume.
Different from his sisters, whom he knew would never know a town besides Vale and would always remain servile to a kitchen and eventually to a husband, and then eventually to children, and when the children were all grown up and had lives and children of their own, they would sit and weep for the days when they were young and pray for a quick death and another chance to do the things they never did.
But they would never compare to her. Mia had a sort of untouchable, porcelain beauty. One wrong touch or word and she might shatter into a billion atoms and you know that even if you got the best craftsman she could never be put back together again properly. Not even the gods themselves could recreate her small hands with the neatly bitten nails, or the fine blue eyelashes that were like tassels of silk on her cheek while she slept, or her slightly chapped coral lips that he could imagine parting ever-so-slightly to release her breathy moans and pants while he fucked her every night in his dreams.
Garet could never love her the way the gallant knight loves his princess in the fairy tales he remembers from his childhood, but he supposes if she really wants it that way, he could try.
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Right. Review if you want. I loff reviews, even though I never get any. I don't expect to be writing again for a while because I'm never able to properly write out my plot bunnies. *sigh* And I never have a beta (hint hint). Besides, I really prefer to sit back and watch the popular GS authors rip each other apart over who's the better writer, even though most of their fics are shit. Cheers!