Sanctuary (vignette, C/C, G/slash)
Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 10:54 pm
Title: Sanctuary
Author: redwinter101
Rating: G/slash
Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight or any of its characters
Note: The first of many. Nothing explicit here so please do read and comment if the mood takes you.
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--- Sanctuary ---
"How long until-?"
"Not long enough." Coraline tried to hide her revulsion, hating the power they had, the power to make her tremble and doubt.
"We can still run, get away from this place." The hope, the longing, sang through Cynthia's whisper. "I can take care of you."
Coraline stiffened, raising herself from their blanket-bound foxhole. There was ice in her voice. "So you see opportunity in my humiliation?" She pulled her knees to her chest, closing herself, shying away from the tentative touch at her shoulder.
Rising from the bed, she crossed to the mirror, the quiet light catching the swish of her hair. She could hear Cynthia reaching for the right words to soothe, failing to a mumble. "Well?" She spun. Cynthia flinched.
Returning her attentions to the reflection, slipping the chemise from her shoulders, she calmed, lost in satisfaction at her resolute beauty. The duties of her position were fleeting while her so-vivid life was permanent. Time was her ally.
She felt Cynthia behind her, arms curving around her waist, cheek pressed to her neck and she allowed herself a moment of concession. Stroking across circled arms, Coraline relaxed against her friend, lover, companion. She knew the power she had, the thrall within which Cynthia was captured, unable and unwilling to escape.
The coming attentions, whoever her purchaser was to be tonight, could be forgotten here.
"Help me get ready." Command, not request. She turned, teasing a stray blonde lock back into order. "Help me?"
"Always."
Author: redwinter101
Rating: G/slash
Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight or any of its characters
Note: The first of many. Nothing explicit here so please do read and comment if the mood takes you.
***************************************************************************************************************
--- Sanctuary ---
"How long until-?"
"Not long enough." Coraline tried to hide her revulsion, hating the power they had, the power to make her tremble and doubt.
"We can still run, get away from this place." The hope, the longing, sang through Cynthia's whisper. "I can take care of you."
Coraline stiffened, raising herself from their blanket-bound foxhole. There was ice in her voice. "So you see opportunity in my humiliation?" She pulled her knees to her chest, closing herself, shying away from the tentative touch at her shoulder.
Rising from the bed, she crossed to the mirror, the quiet light catching the swish of her hair. She could hear Cynthia reaching for the right words to soothe, failing to a mumble. "Well?" She spun. Cynthia flinched.
Returning her attentions to the reflection, slipping the chemise from her shoulders, she calmed, lost in satisfaction at her resolute beauty. The duties of her position were fleeting while her so-vivid life was permanent. Time was her ally.
She felt Cynthia behind her, arms curving around her waist, cheek pressed to her neck and she allowed herself a moment of concession. Stroking across circled arms, Coraline relaxed against her friend, lover, companion. She knew the power she had, the thrall within which Cynthia was captured, unable and unwilling to escape.
The coming attentions, whoever her purchaser was to be tonight, could be forgotten here.
"Help me get ready." Command, not request. She turned, teasing a stray blonde lock back into order. "Help me?"
"Always."