10 Song Challenge: 10 Typos
Put your iPod/MP3 player on shuffle. Start writing a fic for each of the songs. Stop when the song ends, even if you're in the middle of a word. Do this for 10 songs. I own nothing. Expect to see a lot of one-liners. And to all of you who tried this, or are going to try it, have fun!
I own nothing. This is all for Awerewolf, nicest guy ever, and there will be more to come!
This may be based on a religion that wasn't part of China at the time Kung Fu Panda takes place, but I like Chrisstmas, so, taking artistic freedom into my own hands, I'm making them celebrate Christmas. Also, sorry it's so short, but it just felt it needed to be. And yes, it is completely pointless fluff.
BTW, I realize it should be Tai/Po, but Typo sounds cool! So, without further ado, I give you 10 Typos!!
8) Song for a Winter's Night by Sarah McLachlan
It was warm, considering the time of year. The small hut they shared in the midst of the forest was comfortably heated by a dying fire, the embers casting playful shadows on the walls. Several candles had long since burned down, now simply heaps of melted wax.
Their breaths mingled in the cooling air as the night continued, the two watching each other, smiling softly as they hugged tight to one another, breathing in the soft smell of their other half. The sun would be coming up soon, bringing with it the end of their beautiful night together, but for then, they were content.
Really, it was a wonder they were awake at all. They had decided to celebrate Christmas at midnight, and had rung in the baby Jesus' birth with an act so ancient and basic it was sacred, leaving both panting hard.
Tai Lung took Po's larger paws in his own, nipping at his fingertips as he watched Po chuckle quietly. Outside, they could hear the snow beating at their door, rattling the small house. While Po had been nervous at first, after Tai Lung began chewing on one of his ears, he had quickly forgotten all fears.
The house was small, and the air was becoming gradually colder, they hadn't been able to get a tree for the season, and had no way of getting eachother gifts, either, but none of that mattered as the two lovers snuggled closer, wrapping the blankets tighter around themselves. They were together.
Morning light broke through the window, revealing the dust that danced in the room. The sun peaked up from behind massive mountains, like a child playing hide-and-seek, and illuminated the dark room. Po closed his eyes to block out the light, Tai Lung hiding his face in Po's nape, breathing in his intoxicating, gentle smell of lavender and peaches.
Yes, the dawn had come, and yes, they were supposed to get up, but on that one day, they decided, there was no need to rush.
