P L U R A L
P O S S E S S I V E
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I. His
A thing of bone for a creature of ice.
She touches it, caresses even, drawing her hands across the pale: long, lingering, a lover's upon the leper cold.
—but it had not always been cold, not as he had been. Bone once held the heat of life, the fire of power, and he had drawn this heat through him as sand through a sieve, and perhaps, if only for a moment, he may have been eased from the cold clarity of self.
She takes it into her hand with something like a smile, though the fire had long since ceased.
II. Hers
A thing of lines for a creature of curves.
His hands to it, tracing the long contours, warm and solid beneath the chilled, all change and chagrin—the propriety of reality!
And to unto, and to undo, he remembered. A thing of rules, true: but a creature of rules not graduated but changing at sudden cusps and twists that meant nothing differentiated but a lack of everything to all but creatures of curves, watching, wondering…
Curves set to linear systems: to unto, and to undo, it was paltry approximation of what she might have been.
—but he preferred integration anyway.
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For the hp100 prompt of 'wand' and the drabbles100 prompts of 'touch' and 'passing'. 100 words each, 200 total.
I was told that the second one is a bit opaque. I was playing around with calculus analogies, and it didn't work as well as I had hoped… so if it really, truly loses you, apologies. :P