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| h e a r t f r o z e n : still
reaching for a cosmos that could burn her fragile inside out, she called to the One who would kiss her wyrd with tongue and release her innerfire. when he came: she resisted writhing in his hold upon her core, even as she felt his fire melt armoured flesh into liquid flow of pulsing heat begging for release. so he held her tighter: pouring his bluefire over ice, painting her with his soul that could and did spill Love upon her belly and her breast aching for the feel of one who Knew the colours of her blazing song. still: s o u l f r o z e n he breathed on her of life and trust, he touched her, there, where the river stopped, yet she listened for her wyrd to mirror in hisfire and make her let go of the pain that kept her in the cold though passion welled up, pleading for the dam to burst into his warmth. he kissed her: colours f e l l from his tender lips to hers and then between, she felt his tongue search her cosmos for the memories of truth and honour that had long ago deserted her for lies. colours blossomed: s l o w l y in herflesh as she opened, arched and surrendered to his touch of gold that set free the pain of pastblack, a heaving gasp of red flowing through her spine as she breathed his rainbow and the dam broke when he entered into flood and took her deep into his flow and the rhythm of a cosmos that so needed her to awaken from blue-ice. |