Okay, here I am, joining in on Blogosphere activities. First of all, I would just like to say that I am utterly disgusted with myself. I, a dark fantasy writer, have never written a kissing scene.
*crickets chirp*
Yeah, that's right. NEVER. So I wrote something completely random between Saf and Tom XD
Enjoy.
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A cloud covered the moon, drowning the world in pure darkness for the briefest of moments. I didn’t let my Element take over. Sometimes, it was nice to not have to see my surroundings. I knew exactly where I was; my family’s home in Dublin, standing at the base of the huge redwood that dominated the grounds. To my left was the pond with its waterlilies and mirror-smooth, jet-black surface. A light breeze rustled the leaves on the redwood.
The cloud moved away from the moon. A pure silvery light swirled over my skin. Behind me, I heard Thomas approaching, his heartbeat strong and steady as he walked. A smile pulled at the corner of my mouth as I resisted the urge to turn around.
“Saf? What’re you doing out here? It’s almost one in the morning,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around my waist. I leaned back against his chest.
“I needed to get away from them, that’s all. I like it out here.”
He chuckled. “I know.” His lips pressed against my hair as his fingers traced patterns on my forearms. I shivered as he took my hand and let the moonlight dance across my palm. I let a few tiny flames join the wisps of light. Red and silver intertwined in an unnatural coupling; I reined the fire in and made a fist. Thomas made a noise in the back of his throat and prised my hand open. A rosebud of flames rested on my palm, petals unfolding as the moonlight fused with it. I smiled at it and let it fade away.
“Show-off,” Thomas said. I laughed.
“You love it.” I turned to hug him and looked up at his face. He looked very calm, almost blissful. His fingers traced down the side of my face as he smiled at me.
“I love you,” he said quietly. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
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Aaaaaand, my favourite movie kiss is probably between Christian and Satine in Moulin Rouge.
Mmm.... yummy.
2 comments:
Ooh! For I couldn't tell you'd never written a kissing scene before.
It was awesome!
jenni james
Tender and romantic, a real heart warmer. I love the bit with the rosebud of flames and the smile Saf hold while resisting the urge to turn and face an approaching Thomas. Truly lovely.
Warm regards,
Simone.
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