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Hello, all. I picked my original characters, Damien and Moria Cole.
Where I am in the storyline, Damien is 23 and Moria is 21. They're brother and sister, old money, both really smart, and they were raised with nannies and tutors, never went to school and their parents were really distant, so they were never socialized for anyone else their own age. They're extremely close (like, you know twins who aren't this close). Thus...since they were 16 and 18 they've been incestual. Damien was Moria's first. A few months after this started Moria ran away, and ended up the victim of a forced prostitution ring for four years. They got her addicted to cocaine, so it would be harder for her to leave, and she's still completely dependent on it. Eventually she got out and went home. Damien doesn't know what happened, and Moria doesn't want him to. Damien has this new lover, Alouaire, also, but he still loves his sister, and a lot of these are about that.
Now to the sentences!
#01 - Comfort
Moria rests her head on her big brother's chest and thinks that she's never been more comfortable, here on the concrete sidewalk.
#02 - Kiss
It's sweet and playful and leaves her giggling.
#03 - Soft
Damien wonders how anything could possibly be so soft, even with all the muscles coiling under her skin.
#04 - Pain
Moria digs her nails hard into his shoulders -- he said it would hurt and he was right and maybe this was a bad idea -- but then he starts moving and slowly her fingers loosen.
#05 - Potatoes
Damien blinks, because now there's a singular au gratin potato sticking to his nose.
#06 - Rain
It was raining when she came home and even despite the still-fresh bruises she flung herself into his arms and crushed her mouth to his and soon rain was only distinguishable from tears by salt content, not owner.
#07 - Chocolate
She was always paler, like white chocolate with just a little bit of dark mixed in and Damien thinks that's how she tastes too.
#08 - Happiness
Moria smiles to see her brother so engaged in his new love, and knows with prophetic certainty that it will never happen for her.
#09 - Telephone
Moria knows she won't be with Del again, because she will always call her brother before she calls her lover -- it surprises her to realize there's a difference now.
#10 - Ears
Moria squeaks and giggles and tilts her head to get away and knows her ears are going to be her downfall.
#11 - Name
Damien hates his middle name because it belonged to his father; Moria loves her middle name because it belonged to her mother.
#12 - Sensual
There's something sensual in her dancing, and it encourages Damien that she never really stopped.
#13 - Death
Damien dies when he hears the gunshot and sees the flash of blue and knows already he's too late.
#14 - Sex
Moria wants to hate Alouaire, because he's the only one other than her with whom it wasn't just sex.
#15 - Touch
Damien's hands are rough but his touch is gentle and she wishes she wouldn't think so much.
#16 - Weakness
The only time he's ever truly weak is in her arms after a battle when he's shaking and terrified and she's running her fingers through his hair and soothing him to sleep.
#17 - Tears
She cries and screams and fights for the first time in a year when she sees tonight's client, because he looks so exactly like Damien.
#18 - Speed
Moria drives as fast as she can, screaming her pain to the sky and not looking when another car has to swerve around hers and straight into another.
#19 - Wind
Moria imagines a brown, muddy ribbon holding all the fear and pain being whipped out her back and spiraling away on the wind.
#20 - Freedom
Damien will never be truly free.
#21 - Life
Damien is twenty-three and it's the most important day of his life and he has no idea how he got here.
#22 - Jealousy
Moria's happy, really, because Damien's happy.
#23 - Hands
Her hands are so small and soft; he could hold them inside his and hide them from the world.
#24 - Taste
It's weird that he doesn't seem to taste like much of anything, other than Damien.
#25 - Devotion
This is the only thing that will ever be perfect, and she's afraid it's been taken away.
#26 - Forever
They'll always be big brother and little sister, and that can't be taken.
#27 - Blood
Moria's nose has gone red and now she knows she needs help.
#28 - Sickness
She's shaking and trying not to cry because she's out and Damien's asleep and she can't go alone.
#29 - Melody
There's lines in the music that curl and meander, and Damien doesn't have the heart to tell her that the same things are tattooed in where she can't see.
#30 - Star
Her eyes were never as bright as his were.
#31 - Home
Home is warm, strong arms pulling her close and holding her; nothing can touch her here.
#32 - Confusion
She's dizzy and she can't quite remember who's kissing her.
#33 - Fear
His teeth ghost playfully over her throat and she screams her terror to the ceiling.
#34 - Lightning/Thunder
It strikes her like lightning and reverberates like thunder.
#35 - Bonds
Moria wonders vaguely if blood is thicker than come.
#36 - Market
She's on her knees, dirty and bruised and handcuffed. The slaves are at market.
#37 - Technology
Moria is definitely the more logical one as Damien swears and kicks his computer; he's jarred that loose connection back into place and he's cheering because he thinks it's consciously decided to cooperate, and will also maintain that's why it works now after she fixes it tonight, when he's asleep.
#38 - Gift
Moria's earliest clear memory is of a little boy with glasses and a mop of black curly hair smiling shyly and telling her happy birthday, giving her the painted clay cup that sat on her shelf until she took it with her and the smashed it.
#39 - Smile
Damien smiles more, but Moria smiles easier.
#40 - Innocence
There was so much purity and innocence, that even so diminished and destroyed it's still what makes her beautiful.
#41 - Completion
It surprises her a little when her first lyrical dance with love as a theme makes her think of Damien.
#42 - Clouds
She can see the clouds reflected on his glasses, and giggles when she doesn't see the turtle he's talking about until she finds it in the reflection, not the sky, and when she tilts her head right she can make that snake bright green with his eye.
#43 - Sky
Her hair is black like the night, and doesn't shine the way it used to.
#44 - Heaven
She arches her back hard and the muscles in her hips clench and god, she's definitely a dancer with the natural grace and coordination; every muscle in her body combines to make every movement perfect and beautiful.
#45 - Hell
A young woman died at the hands of her brother, and he's in hell.
#46 - Sun
He's like a sun god: tan and charismatic and smooth and utterly, inherently, instinctively sexual.
#47 - Moon
She's like a moon goddess: pale and quiet and graceful and completely, undeniably, achingly beautiful.
#48 - Waves
She whimpers as he nibbles her lip, each touch of teeth like a minature wave preceding the much larger tsunami.
#49 - Hair
Silk is extremely overrated compared to his smooth, soft, shiny hair that caresses her fingers just as much as she caresses it as she smoothes out curls to get him to sleep.
#50 - Supernova
She can't seem to help it when all the suns in the universe die inside her and spread into her limbs, leaving her limp and burnt out on the bed.
Where I am in the storyline, Damien is 23 and Moria is 21. They're brother and sister, old money, both really smart, and they were raised with nannies and tutors, never went to school and their parents were really distant, so they were never socialized for anyone else their own age. They're extremely close (like, you know twins who aren't this close). Thus...since they were 16 and 18 they've been incestual. Damien was Moria's first. A few months after this started Moria ran away, and ended up the victim of a forced prostitution ring for four years. They got her addicted to cocaine, so it would be harder for her to leave, and she's still completely dependent on it. Eventually she got out and went home. Damien doesn't know what happened, and Moria doesn't want him to. Damien has this new lover, Alouaire, also, but he still loves his sister, and a lot of these are about that.
Now to the sentences!
#01 - Comfort
Moria rests her head on her big brother's chest and thinks that she's never been more comfortable, here on the concrete sidewalk.
#02 - Kiss
It's sweet and playful and leaves her giggling.
#03 - Soft
Damien wonders how anything could possibly be so soft, even with all the muscles coiling under her skin.
#04 - Pain
Moria digs her nails hard into his shoulders -- he said it would hurt and he was right and maybe this was a bad idea -- but then he starts moving and slowly her fingers loosen.
#05 - Potatoes
Damien blinks, because now there's a singular au gratin potato sticking to his nose.
#06 - Rain
It was raining when she came home and even despite the still-fresh bruises she flung herself into his arms and crushed her mouth to his and soon rain was only distinguishable from tears by salt content, not owner.
#07 - Chocolate
She was always paler, like white chocolate with just a little bit of dark mixed in and Damien thinks that's how she tastes too.
#08 - Happiness
Moria smiles to see her brother so engaged in his new love, and knows with prophetic certainty that it will never happen for her.
#09 - Telephone
Moria knows she won't be with Del again, because she will always call her brother before she calls her lover -- it surprises her to realize there's a difference now.
#10 - Ears
Moria squeaks and giggles and tilts her head to get away and knows her ears are going to be her downfall.
#11 - Name
Damien hates his middle name because it belonged to his father; Moria loves her middle name because it belonged to her mother.
#12 - Sensual
There's something sensual in her dancing, and it encourages Damien that she never really stopped.
#13 - Death
Damien dies when he hears the gunshot and sees the flash of blue and knows already he's too late.
#14 - Sex
Moria wants to hate Alouaire, because he's the only one other than her with whom it wasn't just sex.
#15 - Touch
Damien's hands are rough but his touch is gentle and she wishes she wouldn't think so much.
#16 - Weakness
The only time he's ever truly weak is in her arms after a battle when he's shaking and terrified and she's running her fingers through his hair and soothing him to sleep.
#17 - Tears
She cries and screams and fights for the first time in a year when she sees tonight's client, because he looks so exactly like Damien.
#18 - Speed
Moria drives as fast as she can, screaming her pain to the sky and not looking when another car has to swerve around hers and straight into another.
#19 - Wind
Moria imagines a brown, muddy ribbon holding all the fear and pain being whipped out her back and spiraling away on the wind.
#20 - Freedom
Damien will never be truly free.
#21 - Life
Damien is twenty-three and it's the most important day of his life and he has no idea how he got here.
#22 - Jealousy
Moria's happy, really, because Damien's happy.
#23 - Hands
Her hands are so small and soft; he could hold them inside his and hide them from the world.
#24 - Taste
It's weird that he doesn't seem to taste like much of anything, other than Damien.
#25 - Devotion
This is the only thing that will ever be perfect, and she's afraid it's been taken away.
#26 - Forever
They'll always be big brother and little sister, and that can't be taken.
#27 - Blood
Moria's nose has gone red and now she knows she needs help.
#28 - Sickness
She's shaking and trying not to cry because she's out and Damien's asleep and she can't go alone.
#29 - Melody
There's lines in the music that curl and meander, and Damien doesn't have the heart to tell her that the same things are tattooed in where she can't see.
#30 - Star
Her eyes were never as bright as his were.
#31 - Home
Home is warm, strong arms pulling her close and holding her; nothing can touch her here.
#32 - Confusion
She's dizzy and she can't quite remember who's kissing her.
#33 - Fear
His teeth ghost playfully over her throat and she screams her terror to the ceiling.
#34 - Lightning/Thunder
It strikes her like lightning and reverberates like thunder.
#35 - Bonds
Moria wonders vaguely if blood is thicker than come.
#36 - Market
She's on her knees, dirty and bruised and handcuffed. The slaves are at market.
#37 - Technology
Moria is definitely the more logical one as Damien swears and kicks his computer; he's jarred that loose connection back into place and he's cheering because he thinks it's consciously decided to cooperate, and will also maintain that's why it works now after she fixes it tonight, when he's asleep.
#38 - Gift
Moria's earliest clear memory is of a little boy with glasses and a mop of black curly hair smiling shyly and telling her happy birthday, giving her the painted clay cup that sat on her shelf until she took it with her and the smashed it.
#39 - Smile
Damien smiles more, but Moria smiles easier.
#40 - Innocence
There was so much purity and innocence, that even so diminished and destroyed it's still what makes her beautiful.
#41 - Completion
It surprises her a little when her first lyrical dance with love as a theme makes her think of Damien.
#42 - Clouds
She can see the clouds reflected on his glasses, and giggles when she doesn't see the turtle he's talking about until she finds it in the reflection, not the sky, and when she tilts her head right she can make that snake bright green with his eye.
#43 - Sky
Her hair is black like the night, and doesn't shine the way it used to.
#44 - Heaven
She arches her back hard and the muscles in her hips clench and god, she's definitely a dancer with the natural grace and coordination; every muscle in her body combines to make every movement perfect and beautiful.
#45 - Hell
A young woman died at the hands of her brother, and he's in hell.
#46 - Sun
He's like a sun god: tan and charismatic and smooth and utterly, inherently, instinctively sexual.
#47 - Moon
She's like a moon goddess: pale and quiet and graceful and completely, undeniably, achingly beautiful.
#48 - Waves
She whimpers as he nibbles her lip, each touch of teeth like a minature wave preceding the much larger tsunami.
#49 - Hair
Silk is extremely overrated compared to his smooth, soft, shiny hair that caresses her fingers just as much as she caresses it as she smoothes out curls to get him to sleep.
#50 - Supernova
She can't seem to help it when all the suns in the universe die inside her and spread into her limbs, leaving her limp and burnt out on the bed.