Broken
by Jada Flame
Rating: PG
Pairing: Twincest all the way
Archive: Keep my name with it and you can cart it anywhere as long as you e-mail me so I can kiss your feet
Disclaimer: I don't live in England and I am a die-hard Sirius fan. Do you think I own them?
Warnings: Drabble/vignette-ish, nudity, implied sex.
AN: Really, really short, and my writing style is crap. Also unbetaed, so any mistakes are mine and mine alone. This was sitting in my notebook for several months, so I thought I'd post it. ::shrugs::
(I was experimenting with a sort of shared-consciousness-thing, so warnings for weird POV.)
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The sun slants in through the window over Us lounging in our younger half's bed (our older half's bed having disintegrated at some point during our 'experiments').
We are in a tangle of limbs that speak of love and loving and thousands of kisses in secret places. It is haphazard and We will be sore later in the morning. But right now We are too engrossed in how our halves look in the dawn to be worried about the one half's limb that is slowly going numb (or the other half's bare backside that will be plainly visible to anyone who walks in the door).
We look at our halves and see wonder and beauty in each duplicated freckle, each cloned strand of flaming hair. There is wonder also in our eyes. We wonder at the half facing each of us and We wonder at the things that might have been. We wonder what would have been if We had been born whole instead of in pieces.
We think- no, We know that I would have been lonely. We think I would have been sickly and depressed and aching for something trapped inside that couldn't get out, if We had been I. We think that no, it's not such a bad thing to be broken. Our pieces fit together seamlessly.
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AN: Please review!
by Jada Flame
Rating: PG
Pairing: Twincest all the way
Archive: Keep my name with it and you can cart it anywhere as long as you e-mail me so I can kiss your feet
Disclaimer: I don't live in England and I am a die-hard Sirius fan. Do you think I own them?
Warnings: Drabble/vignette-ish, nudity, implied sex.
AN: Really, really short, and my writing style is crap. Also unbetaed, so any mistakes are mine and mine alone. This was sitting in my notebook for several months, so I thought I'd post it. ::shrugs::
(I was experimenting with a sort of shared-consciousness-thing, so warnings for weird POV.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sun slants in through the window over Us lounging in our younger half's bed (our older half's bed having disintegrated at some point during our 'experiments').
We are in a tangle of limbs that speak of love and loving and thousands of kisses in secret places. It is haphazard and We will be sore later in the morning. But right now We are too engrossed in how our halves look in the dawn to be worried about the one half's limb that is slowly going numb (or the other half's bare backside that will be plainly visible to anyone who walks in the door).
We look at our halves and see wonder and beauty in each duplicated freckle, each cloned strand of flaming hair. There is wonder also in our eyes. We wonder at the half facing each of us and We wonder at the things that might have been. We wonder what would have been if We had been born whole instead of in pieces.
We think- no, We know that I would have been lonely. We think I would have been sickly and depressed and aching for something trapped inside that couldn't get out, if We had been I. We think that no, it's not such a bad thing to be broken. Our pieces fit together seamlessly.
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AN: Please review!