Farewell to None [2/5]
anonymous
April 6 2009, 15:39:56 UTC
“Here,” she whispered, passing it over. He could smell something savory coming from it and almost dropped the basket; it was heavier than he’d expected.
Peeking inside immediately, he saw bread (black bread, the usual rations), wrapped paper packages, a pair of withered apples, a small pasteboard box, and of all things, a dark bottle of wine. At least one of the packages had wurst (he could smell garlic and herbs and pork fat) and he tried very hard not to start laughing hysterically.
She undid the shawl from her head and shoulders, hanging it on a small rack by the door. Her eyes seemed way too big for her face and they were far paler in color.
“It’s- the least I can do,” she said in a low voice. She played with the fraying hem of her jacket.
“…Danke,” he finally said, awkwardly.
What do you do when the tomboy who made your life hell was standing in front of you, frightened and thin and desperate?
He reached out and tilted up her chin with his fingers. “Danke,” he repeated. She turned her head away from him and seized the
( ... )
Farewell to None [3/5]
anonymous
April 6 2009, 15:41:37 UTC
Jealousy surged awake for a single moment before burning out in an instant; he was too tired for envy. So instead, he ran his hands along her body, memorizing every detail of her and glad to be able to touch her at last. First her hands, now skeletal but once so strong, whether gripped around a sword hilt or a frying pan handle. Then her arms, wasted and weak, which had to be so strong once to be able to lift her weapon, hold a shield. Her shoulders seemed oddly small and delicate; he’d never noticed that before or maybe they just stood out to him
( ... )
Farewell to None [4/5]
anonymous
April 6 2009, 15:43:44 UTC
His head bent and he caught a nipple in his mouth, kissing it, sucking it, licking it. Her breathing became harsh and labored, particularly as his hand rested on the other breast, stroking and cupping and pinching so lightly. She keened, softly, and he drew away, leaving her nipple glistening, before attacking the other one. His hand then traveled downwards, between her breasts, going down her sternum, her soft, flat stomach, ignoring the far too visible ribs, and paused at the top of her panties
( ... )
Farewell to None [5/5]
anonymous
April 6 2009, 15:45:37 UTC
“See me now, Roderich. See me fuck her. See me give her what you can’t. She’s mine for now,” he would have shouted another time, another place.
His lips pressed kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her shoulders, her ears. He panted and growled and could barely breathe. Then she tilted her head back, smashed her lips, her mouth her teeth against him in a brutal, desperate kiss, her tongue instantly probing his mouth. He kissed her back with everything he had, his skin on fire. Suddenly- he felt warm again.
But as they fucked each other more desperately, as they raced to their respective orgasms, she could only cry out one word: “Roderich!”
As he thrust one last time into her, before he got lost in the blinding flood and flash of ejaculation, he bit into her shoulder, before he could scream her name.
She opened her eyes and looked at him and that was when the tears started to come. Her body shook and she tried to smile even as she started to sob.
‘But I love you. And I will do anything for you.’He stared at her, sticky
( ... )
/blames lit. teacher for getting this idea into her head.
Possible self-fill, 'cause I'm lame like that.
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Peeking inside immediately, he saw bread (black bread, the usual rations), wrapped paper packages, a pair of withered apples, a small pasteboard box, and of all things, a dark bottle of wine. At least one of the packages had wurst (he could smell garlic and herbs and pork fat) and he tried very hard not to start laughing hysterically.
She undid the shawl from her head and shoulders, hanging it on a small rack by the door. Her eyes seemed way too big for her face and they were far paler in color.
“It’s- the least I can do,” she said in a low voice. She played with the fraying hem of her jacket.
“…Danke,” he finally said, awkwardly.
What do you do when the tomboy who made your life hell was standing in front of you, frightened and thin and desperate?
He reached out and tilted up her chin with his fingers. “Danke,” he repeated. She turned her head away from him and seized the ( ... )
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His lips pressed kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her shoulders, her ears. He panted and growled and could barely breathe. Then she tilted her head back, smashed her lips, her mouth her teeth against him in a brutal, desperate kiss, her tongue instantly probing his mouth. He kissed her back with everything he had, his skin on fire. Suddenly- he felt warm again.
But as they fucked each other more desperately, as they raced to their respective orgasms, she could only cry out one word: “Roderich!”
As he thrust one last time into her, before he got lost in the blinding flood and flash of ejaculation, he bit into her shoulder, before he could scream her name.
She opened her eyes and looked at him and that was when the tears started to come. Her body shook and she tried to smile even as she started to sob.
‘But I love you. And I will do anything for you.’He stared at her, sticky ( ... )
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That was beautiful.
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Owwwww anon, I think you just broke my heart.
<3
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This was just so beautifully written, so sad, so them... it's just so damn perfect I... It's just mind-blowing.
I can't thank you enough for this fill, anon, it's all I could've ever wanted and so much more.
... I'll go get a box of tissues before I read it again. *saves this*
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I really felt their internal pain and desperation. Really.
Great job, writer!anon.
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Beautiful anon, just beautiful.
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