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[kaydeefalls]

monkeycrackmary has posted a Minas Tirith drabble challenge that's already received a number of beautiful responses. Checkit! Join in!


"Ghost"

He was rougher than usual last night, arms too tight about her slim waist, tugging, pulling, demanding. His hand brushed against her breast, deliberately teasing, then grasped and squeezed, too hard. She bit his lip in surprise, then touched her pale fingers to his sunburnt cheek, thumb pressing against the nipped lip in apology. In the forgiving darkness, he clutched her tightly, solid and rough and alive, while she ghosted touches and kisses across his skin.

When she awoke, her bed was empty. She threw on her clothing and ran, tripping over her skirts, pushing her too-solid body through the silent crowd until she nearly ran across the path of the stony-faced riders. She stood alone, clutching herself, cold and trembling. In the harsh sunlight, she was the living one -- too alive, painfully alive -- and he the ghost with the bruised lip.

Comments

[lush-rimbaud.livejournal.com]

*sniffles*

This is really cool. Also sad.

we likes it, yes precious.

[kaydeefalls.livejournal.com]

Thank you, precious. ;)