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fandomsecrets2013-06-29 03:40 pm
case) wrote in fandomsecrets2013-06-29 03:40 pm
[ SECRET POST #2370 ]
⌈ Secret Post #2370 ⌋
Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.
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Notes:
Secrets Left to Post: 05 pages, 105 secrets from Secret Submission Post #339.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 1 - broken links ], [ 1 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.
Re: WRITE SOMETHING OFF-THE-CUFF
Her voice is soft,soothing,like a kiss,but her tone drawls fear from his gut.She sounds content even,smiling above him,the dim light turning the right of her face pitch black. She looks like a painting,the kind you admire but not dare to take.As if a noose of doom hangs around her neck.
"Yes,I am. It’s in my blood."
"It’s in your crown."
The words give him chills. The woman shakes her head and lets her long hair brush his face. It tickles.
She stands and moves towards the table,grabs a bottle and a glass;she pours.The wine is bright red,royal and rich, gurgling lightly as it fills.The bottle clinks against the table.
"Pour one for yourself", he says,and the woman doesn’t bother obeying,but handles him the glass. It has a faint smell of almond. He swirls it around,watches the small tornado,thinks of it's taste in his mouth.She stands,a marble statue drawing life,and chuckles lightly when his lips touch the glass.
The king drinks and drinks and doesn’t stop until the glass hits the floor. His breath is ragged and quick;he’s dying. The woman steps away and closes her eyes,counting.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9.
"You are not king anymore."
Silence.
"But I am queen forever."