Clean Again/SWL'S Birthday

[shipwreck_light]

The Clean Again Challenge color has concluded! Post here if you completed it :D.

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Today is SWL's Birthday.

Would you like two of her characters to kiss? Ask for it in the comments!

Would you like a sweet, consensual power-exchange prompt?

You can ask for that here too :D.

Comments

[balsamandash]

... Oh crap THAT'S what I forgot to do. SORRY. <333333

I still need to read your stuff (I have two things up on my phone, I just keep getting distracted by games), so instead of two characters, how about I request chaste platonic kisses? And a power-exchange prompt? :D?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

[shipwreck_light]

Aww! Thank you~.

And you know what? The cool thing about stuff you post on the internet is that it never ever goes away. So, when you have time and brains.

In the meantime, enjoy your prompt and damnright I can do that prompt.

http://imgbox.com/WH1dB2UX

Kiss: Chaste

[shipwreck_light]

The sun had started to go down, all of the other towers in the city rushing up cosmos colors between each other's shadows.

So. He'd been there a whole day. All those hours, wasted away as the sheets devoured him.

Kitto pulled them close around himself, huddling there until he was only eyes and his nose against the window. He watched the sunset down to all its shifting nuances. The non-smell of the glass left a comfort he could almost taste. And he thought- it just might come to pass that all his troubles...

He bit his lip not to sigh.

The door to his room swung open and he heard footsteps.

No voices- only people, there behind his shadow once the latch had set.

Since he'd claimed all of the covers, there wasn't anything left for another body to disturb that way. The particular lines of the mattress where he'd stranded himself fanned into other weights. More than that though- soft breathing and rustle of unfamiliar clothing.

Nobody talked. They just. They were. Right out of space of his touch, but drawing in closer as the shadows bled on ouside, strands of purple between the bright yellow and peach that threw still more rifts across the streets.

"Hey," Zephyr said after... what was either too long or not long enough. "You did fine yesterday. Yknow that, right?"

"Anyway, no one's upset with you," Roa added.

Kitto breathed against the glass. He /wouldn't/ sigh.

"We get why you're not happy, I mean..."

"But, you don't need to think it's for the best if you stay here. It's really not."

"Ooh, good one."

No answer from her for that, but Kitto hit his lips that time.

All of what had happened, if only especially the bodies he'd left behind, had so far from what he'd wanted, from what they needed that last sun out summer winking out before them...

Roa leaned over. Her hair brushed his window pane. She moved so slowly from there, she could have been one of those deep lines welling on the street. Careful though it struck him, her kiss still made him race inside.

Zephyr on the other hand nosed in and pecked him on the other cheek.

They left him not long after.

Kitto rubbed the covers up over his ever so faintly damp cheeks and waited for the sun to go down at last.

A little while after that, he went out in search of dinner.

Maybe a game of Othello of nobody really did mind.