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interstellar902102016-02-23 07:50 pm
panspermia) wrote in interstellar902102016-02-23 07:50 pm
only the most violet of prose awaits
Born from an End by breathlessbychoice8
Defying Atmosphere (band)
Lenneth/Rarity Greg/Lenneth Greg/Rarity Rarity/Marty Femslash Hurt/Comfort Pregnancy Hair Care Alternate Universe Fantasy AU Interspecies Romance Having a Baby Mind Control DubCon Bathing
Summary_______________________________
In the rush where sky and earth align, the folly of man dares not tread but for the hope of a grace yet unknown.
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Hidden under the verdant brush of the enchanted forest, the human girl chokes back despairing sobs of confusion and plight, her muddied face left clean only where the telltale streaks of tears have scrubbed away, pale hair, its silver color marking her for the outcast she's now become, glimmering and lovely despite its wild tangles from her flee into the woods, her face radiating beauty even so wracked with grief over the injustice and misery of her unending plight, for indeed her melancholy aura only enhanced her somber loveliness.
The cracking of a nearby twig drew her attention, and she stiffened, curling tight around herself in preparation, for any human young or old knew the dangers that lurked in this mystical wood--she herself should never have tread on this terrain, but any alternative option had been wrested away from her, and she had nowhere else to go in this uncaring and cold world, leaving her here with the approaching danger and causing her to wonder what other misfortune could possibly befall her that she hadn't already suffered, for in her few years of life she had learned that there was nothing but further sadness that could await her.
The stunning figure that stepped through the leaves may well have stolen the very breath out of Meril's lungs, for the being's beauty matched her own and even exceeded it, positively ethereal and wrapped in a subdued but unmistakable glow of palest lavender, her hair fell in perfectly coiffed curls about her shoulders, her dress positively painted over her curves and flattering every inch, turning the leaves it was sewn from into material of only the highest caliber, the cerulean of her eyes like the crystal shores of the ocean, and their attention focused solely on the cowering girl, who still shied away in spite of the stunning display before her, for she now knew better to trust anyone of the fae, or indeed anyone at all, for such naivete and blind attraction had been her downfall.
"Why do you cry, darling?" Her voice melted over the girl like the finest chocolate that only nobles and royalty could dream of tasting, sinking down into her very soul to coax out her devotion and love, smoothing away the fears that have coarsened her heart. "What could possibly drive such a lovely little human to tears?" Her smile was gentle, but wicked, and Meril feared a predatory hunger may lurk underneath it, just as it had with her last cruel and deceitful lover, though she'd been too great a fool and too besieged with loneliness to detect it in time.
"The great dragon of the mountains, Gregor, seduced me with his charm and power, then cast me aside once I became seeded with his young, and now my village has banished me, for my hair marks me as cursed by his magic and they fear he shall return to eat them all once his child is born, I am left without hope or home to return to."
The fairy steps forward, heedless of Meril's trepidation, one dainty hand reaching over to cup under the human's chin and lift her gaze with strength belying her slender frame, another resting over Meril's stomach, only barely begun to swell with the hybrid child of the fearsome wyrm. "You poor sweet dear, I know all too well of Gregor's trickery and deceit, though I had never thought he would be so cruel as to inflict himself onto such a gentle and fragile being as yourself, though it shouldn't surprise me. He's broken the truce with the humans too many times to count, it's what gives the fair folk a bad name, in truth we only wish to live happily alongside you nonmagical folk--if you give me a chance, I would be happy to rekindle your heart and trust again, my darling."
Meril's breath catches as Rarity's hand runs lightly down one shoulder, touch barely gracing her skin and tingling with magic and lust all the way, before grasping the human's dirtied yet dainty hand and bringing her to her unsteady feet.
Defying Atmosphere (band)
Lenneth/Rarity Greg/Lenneth Greg/Rarity Rarity/Marty Femslash Hurt/Comfort Pregnancy Hair Care Alternate Universe Fantasy AU Interspecies Romance Having a Baby Mind Control DubCon Bathing
Summary_______________________________
In the rush where sky and earth align, the folly of man dares not tread but for the hope of a grace yet unknown.
________________________________________
Hidden under the verdant brush of the enchanted forest, the human girl chokes back despairing sobs of confusion and plight, her muddied face left clean only where the telltale streaks of tears have scrubbed away, pale hair, its silver color marking her for the outcast she's now become, glimmering and lovely despite its wild tangles from her flee into the woods, her face radiating beauty even so wracked with grief over the injustice and misery of her unending plight, for indeed her melancholy aura only enhanced her somber loveliness.
The cracking of a nearby twig drew her attention, and she stiffened, curling tight around herself in preparation, for any human young or old knew the dangers that lurked in this mystical wood--she herself should never have tread on this terrain, but any alternative option had been wrested away from her, and she had nowhere else to go in this uncaring and cold world, leaving her here with the approaching danger and causing her to wonder what other misfortune could possibly befall her that she hadn't already suffered, for in her few years of life she had learned that there was nothing but further sadness that could await her.
The stunning figure that stepped through the leaves may well have stolen the very breath out of Meril's lungs, for the being's beauty matched her own and even exceeded it, positively ethereal and wrapped in a subdued but unmistakable glow of palest lavender, her hair fell in perfectly coiffed curls about her shoulders, her dress positively painted over her curves and flattering every inch, turning the leaves it was sewn from into material of only the highest caliber, the cerulean of her eyes like the crystal shores of the ocean, and their attention focused solely on the cowering girl, who still shied away in spite of the stunning display before her, for she now knew better to trust anyone of the fae, or indeed anyone at all, for such naivete and blind attraction had been her downfall.
"Why do you cry, darling?" Her voice melted over the girl like the finest chocolate that only nobles and royalty could dream of tasting, sinking down into her very soul to coax out her devotion and love, smoothing away the fears that have coarsened her heart. "What could possibly drive such a lovely little human to tears?" Her smile was gentle, but wicked, and Meril feared a predatory hunger may lurk underneath it, just as it had with her last cruel and deceitful lover, though she'd been too great a fool and too besieged with loneliness to detect it in time.
"The great dragon of the mountains, Gregor, seduced me with his charm and power, then cast me aside once I became seeded with his young, and now my village has banished me, for my hair marks me as cursed by his magic and they fear he shall return to eat them all once his child is born, I am left without hope or home to return to."
The fairy steps forward, heedless of Meril's trepidation, one dainty hand reaching over to cup under the human's chin and lift her gaze with strength belying her slender frame, another resting over Meril's stomach, only barely begun to swell with the hybrid child of the fearsome wyrm. "You poor sweet dear, I know all too well of Gregor's trickery and deceit, though I had never thought he would be so cruel as to inflict himself onto such a gentle and fragile being as yourself, though it shouldn't surprise me. He's broken the truce with the humans too many times to count, it's what gives the fair folk a bad name, in truth we only wish to live happily alongside you nonmagical folk--if you give me a chance, I would be happy to rekindle your heart and trust again, my darling."
Meril's breath catches as Rarity's hand runs lightly down one shoulder, touch barely gracing her skin and tingling with magic and lust all the way, before grasping the human's dirtied yet dainty hand and bringing her to her unsteady feet.