Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2012-09-13 01:24 am
ikissdhimbck) wrote2012-09-13 01:24 am
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OOM: Room #100, for Tommy Gavin
[following this and later this:]
It's late.
So late, in fact, it's practically the time she gets herself out of bed in the morning.
Her body is humming with the rhythm of packed earth, drumbeats under thundering hooves. Her face is wind-chapped and cerise. She spent a long time with Beaut, beating every trail in the dark with the stars overhead like millions of laughing eyes, sparkling and winking while she runs. She's chilled and stiff, but her tears have long since stopped and she's almost found her center once more.
She's grateful when she reaches the last step, turning in the direction of her room.
It's late.
So late, in fact, it's practically the time she gets herself out of bed in the morning.
Her body is humming with the rhythm of packed earth, drumbeats under thundering hooves. Her face is wind-chapped and cerise. She spent a long time with Beaut, beating every trail in the dark with the stars overhead like millions of laughing eyes, sparkling and winking while she runs. She's chilled and stiff, but her tears have long since stopped and she's almost found her center once more.
She's grateful when she reaches the last step, turning in the direction of her room.
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Their legs touch.
Their joined hands rest at her bosom.
She can let herself enjoy this. Caution gives way to softness, confusion to closed eyes; she whispers all her secrets into his mouth with slow, thorough kisses, discarding the uselessness of words. She can stay in this moment, and not think about the future, or the past. She can let him care about her, just for a while.