Disclaimer: I've got nothing - nothing - nothing - if I can't have Saaaa---sqqruiccchhh--- (((dammit! I can't have Sands.)))
sands sleeps
The night was late, floating in peaceful darkness. It drifted and seeped into a little cottage, filling it with shadows, overwhelming a moribund fire. The subsiding glow flickered over a wooden floor, gleaming on an empty bottle, and woke flames in Red's brown hair.
Was there anything more beautiful than watching Sands sleep?
Red had her back to the fire, sitting on the bare floor, hypnotized...
Sands always moved like he owned the world, claiming his place, and unbothered by any social restrictions. He was floating in the world, black grace... black, scarlet... Red edged closer, fingers longing to touch those lines, poke in his hair, skim around the scarlet ...blankness. No eyes, no eyelashes, just two hollow graves, locking him in.
They had drilled his eyes out, she knew that, but the ...aftercare must have involved some burning, she thought, otherwise he would have ...bled his brains out.
Sands stirred, burying his face in the mattress
and Red wanted to sear into Sands; press every inch of her body to his and
open him with a kiss.