A drabbleI wrote for the Jackoneill100 alcohol challenge.
Dedicated to Kirihara Windstar Rashkae I, my beloved.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own. And, probably never will
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Colors spun nauseatingly, a kaleidoscope of fire. A warmth spreads through me, echoing the Phoenix Flames.
Wave upon wave crashes upon the wind, a sea of emotions riding upon the breeze. Through the endless rainbow and swirling clouds, a flash of blue. A blue so light, and just so blue that it rivals the endless sea and the crushing ocean. I see it, and the swirls stop for just a second, then start again faster this time. I feel sick. I want off, I want to stop. My emotions refuse to be tamed, to be controlled.
There're no walls to stop the flood, to even slow it down. The gates are gone, the desire flowing out.
I wanted those blue eyes to look into mine, to share the world and spinning wind.
Our lips met, and a darkness fell upon the world, shadowing all but renewed hope, love. It brightened the fallen darkness with a dragon-light.
I was reborn in that instant, an exploding inferno upon the wind.
I looked into a depth-less sea, so loving and free. It was a tingly, frozen-warmth, imgoingtoruletheworld sort of kiss that broke apart the moon and split the wind, leaving the world in ruins.
And we pulled gently, softly, lovingly, apart. And in a moment of unforeseen, love-induced, clarity, I knew I wouldn't remember this in the morning.
Fuck.
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