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not related to anything in particular but the latest strip of Wondermark is amaaaaaaaazing.
anyway. have been trying to write at least 100 words each day this month. this has lead to a bunch of unfinished, half-realized ideas that are in a terribly rough form that i am slooooowly getting stuck in.
:(
because i canand to feel like i've accomplished something, here are the beginnings of what is shaping up to be a really smutty Raphael/Siegfried fic (actual fic, not drabble fic!), quite possibly may die an inglorious death because of shame my incredible ability to not finish things.
warnings for implied D/s and um, bondage. nothing explicit YET. about 330 words. super rough draft.
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Siegfried's sleep is restless. Raphael perches lightly on the inn windowsill and watches him, charts the course of his nightmares in the agitated flutter of closed eyelids.
It will not be long before he wakes, Raphael thinks, noting with detached curiosity Siegfried's increasingly shallow breathing, the sweat beading in the hollow of his throat. But Raphael is impatient, with no time to spare waiting for Siegfried to rouse himself from his dark dreams. He steps inside, steel-tipped boots ringing clear and loud as a bell through the night silence. Siegfried starts awake, his gaze settling on Raphael, eyes shadowed by nightmares.
"Raphael," he murmurs, a low, husky rumble thick with sleep. "What are you doing here?" He shifts, rising into a crouch but not yet leaving his bed, gaze flicking between Raphael and the entwined soul swords propped against the bedpost.
"I am not here for that," Raphael says. Siegfried frowns, distrusting; Raphael finds himself admiring the full pout of his lips, the way they soften the firm line of his jaw.
"Then, what -"
"- Retribution."
A slow shudder wracks Siegfried's broad shoulders. "I cannot..." He pauses, tongue flicking out to wet lips gone dry. "I will not die before I've set right all that has gone wrong."
"I could argue that your life for mine is a way of doing so," Raphael replies, caressing the hilt of his rapier. Siegfried inches closer to his own sword. "But I'm not here to fight you." He lets Flambert, still sheathed, fall to the floor with a clatter. Something like disappointment darkens Siegfried's vivid eyes, and Raphael smiles - it's just as he expected.
"You see, Siegfried, vengeance accepts all sorts of currency." Raphael unbuckles his belt, removes it with a quick, decisive snap of the wrist. The crack of leather shatters the night's quiet; Siegfried sits up at the sound, eyes wide, pale cheeks flushed an appealing red.
"And if I refuse?" Siegfried's voice is ragged, shallow, hungry; Raphael loops one end of the belt around his hand, smiling.
"You won't."
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to end on a less disturbing note: adorable Raphael & Amy & Siegfried fanart EXISTS! :0
anyway. have been trying to write at least 100 words each day this month. this has lead to a bunch of unfinished, half-realized ideas that are in a terribly rough form that i am slooooowly getting stuck in.
:(
because i can
warnings for implied D/s and um, bondage. nothing explicit YET. about 330 words. super rough draft.
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Siegfried's sleep is restless. Raphael perches lightly on the inn windowsill and watches him, charts the course of his nightmares in the agitated flutter of closed eyelids.
It will not be long before he wakes, Raphael thinks, noting with detached curiosity Siegfried's increasingly shallow breathing, the sweat beading in the hollow of his throat. But Raphael is impatient, with no time to spare waiting for Siegfried to rouse himself from his dark dreams. He steps inside, steel-tipped boots ringing clear and loud as a bell through the night silence. Siegfried starts awake, his gaze settling on Raphael, eyes shadowed by nightmares.
"Raphael," he murmurs, a low, husky rumble thick with sleep. "What are you doing here?" He shifts, rising into a crouch but not yet leaving his bed, gaze flicking between Raphael and the entwined soul swords propped against the bedpost.
"I am not here for that," Raphael says. Siegfried frowns, distrusting; Raphael finds himself admiring the full pout of his lips, the way they soften the firm line of his jaw.
"Then, what -"
"- Retribution."
A slow shudder wracks Siegfried's broad shoulders. "I cannot..." He pauses, tongue flicking out to wet lips gone dry. "I will not die before I've set right all that has gone wrong."
"I could argue that your life for mine is a way of doing so," Raphael replies, caressing the hilt of his rapier. Siegfried inches closer to his own sword. "But I'm not here to fight you." He lets Flambert, still sheathed, fall to the floor with a clatter. Something like disappointment darkens Siegfried's vivid eyes, and Raphael smiles - it's just as he expected.
"You see, Siegfried, vengeance accepts all sorts of currency." Raphael unbuckles his belt, removes it with a quick, decisive snap of the wrist. The crack of leather shatters the night's quiet; Siegfried sits up at the sound, eyes wide, pale cheeks flushed an appealing red.
"And if I refuse?" Siegfried's voice is ragged, shallow, hungry; Raphael loops one end of the belt around his hand, smiling.
"You won't."
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to end on a less disturbing note: adorable Raphael & Amy & Siegfried fanart EXISTS! :0
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Date: 2009-10-11 02:08 am (UTC)From:Also, love that fanart. Fully envious of Amy's dress, I wish I owned one like that!
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Date: 2009-10-11 10:57 am (UTC)From:I also second Kizna about the dress, is jealous. (Also wonders if she may also have to draw her own adorable family fanart to go with her own preferred pairing *sigh*)