Then this one he brushes and her mind is perfectly composed: the precise lines folding, paper into birds flying into something sweet and warm and secret. Elizabeth? Unless it's your paper-crane-folding character whose name I've forgotten. Miko?
This one's mouth is hungry for a taste of something ... tea steeped dark and sweet with milk and sugar. He wants it like the last one longed to be kissed. Errr. Carson, I guess, since it's McKay and Sheppard at the end.
This one is cold and circles slowly like hunting fish, watching everything, waiting for blood in the water, but at the heart of him there's heat. Bates.
This one is bright, like combustion, all energy and spark and so very new and he watches another dancing, his body pulsing with hers, longing as she twists and dances and lunges and he slides loose and... Ford.
she is perfect stillness, just this moment strung to the next but no further. She moves and each movement was meant but utterly unplanned and she dances like the stars he's watched, new born Teyla.
Did I guess right? And if I did, do I win a prize? ::sits patiently::
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Date: 2005-05-14 05:22 pm (UTC)Then this one he brushes and her mind is perfectly composed: the precise lines folding, paper into birds flying into something sweet and warm and secret.
Elizabeth? Unless it's your paper-crane-folding character whose name I've forgotten. Miko?
This one's mouth is hungry for a taste of something ... tea steeped dark and sweet with milk and sugar. He wants it like the last one longed to be kissed.
Errr. Carson, I guess, since it's McKay and Sheppard at the end.
This one is cold and circles slowly like hunting fish, watching everything, waiting for blood in the water, but at the heart of him there's heat.
Bates.
This one is bright, like combustion, all energy and spark and so very new and he watches another dancing, his body pulsing with hers, longing as she twists and dances and lunges and he slides loose and...
Ford.
she is perfect stillness, just this moment strung to the next but no further. She moves and each movement was meant but utterly unplanned and she dances like the stars he's watched, new born
Teyla.
Did I guess right? And if I did, do I win a prize? ::sits patiently::