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Ok, so this is the first 15 minute ficlet I've ever done.
Word: Examination
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There she was. Perfect. No, wait - not perfect. Perfection would be boring. This was a girl whose flaws made her that much easier to obsess about. When you first saw her, you couldn’t believe how gorgeous she was - your eyes scanned over her body, taking in every curve, every freckle, and every bit of her being. That hair which flows like a black river across her shoulders, which leads to arms made for holding - there’s a curve in her upper arm indicating muscle which was no doubt there from years of playing it rough with her brothers and sisters, or perhaps fighting off those who dared to try and hurt her loved ones.
Her body is perfectly shaped - she wears the hourglass figure like a fifties movie star, with the perfect amount of padding to make her look comfortable in her own skin. Her eyes are a light, haunting green - you’re convinced those eyes contain all the knowledge of a thousand years, and that if she tried hard enough, she could see the future through them. Her lips are cherry red despite the fact that she does not mar them with lipstick [though a thin coating of gloss makes them shine in the dim light in which she stands] and full - meant to be kissed and worshipped. A face that encompasses the essence of every emotion she radiates - those eyes that sparkle when she laughs, perfect eyebrows that arch ever so slightly when she’s curious, lips that curve down at the corners when she’s worried.
She moves with a catlike grace that seems to have evaded every other girl you’ve ever seen, a sway in her hips that did not come from years of practicing the correct way to look sexy while walking - it comes naturally to her. Everything about her makes you want to take her away from the banality of normal life and go somewhere as marvelous as she is. Somewhere you can treat her as the goddess she is and make love to her as often as you both please, only leaving the bed when it becomes absolutely necessary.
There is something amazing in everything she does - the way her nose crinkles up right before she sneezes, the way her laugh is always loud and appreciative no matter the reason for her laughter, the way she gets excited at small things and will start to giggle and clap her hands… How when she’s angry, she will not hide it - she’ll let the world know.
You can’t help but to dwell on her every action, obsessing and examining her every move and word… Every word from those lips is worth more then the most precious jewel in the world, each movement more beautiful then a thousand symphonies.
If only she were real, you think with a sigh as you gently close the sketchbook where she resides.
Yeah, I don't know either. Idea that came to me a while ago. o_O Worked with the word. :D
Word: Examination
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There she was. Perfect. No, wait - not perfect. Perfection would be boring. This was a girl whose flaws made her that much easier to obsess about. When you first saw her, you couldn’t believe how gorgeous she was - your eyes scanned over her body, taking in every curve, every freckle, and every bit of her being. That hair which flows like a black river across her shoulders, which leads to arms made for holding - there’s a curve in her upper arm indicating muscle which was no doubt there from years of playing it rough with her brothers and sisters, or perhaps fighting off those who dared to try and hurt her loved ones.
Her body is perfectly shaped - she wears the hourglass figure like a fifties movie star, with the perfect amount of padding to make her look comfortable in her own skin. Her eyes are a light, haunting green - you’re convinced those eyes contain all the knowledge of a thousand years, and that if she tried hard enough, she could see the future through them. Her lips are cherry red despite the fact that she does not mar them with lipstick [though a thin coating of gloss makes them shine in the dim light in which she stands] and full - meant to be kissed and worshipped. A face that encompasses the essence of every emotion she radiates - those eyes that sparkle when she laughs, perfect eyebrows that arch ever so slightly when she’s curious, lips that curve down at the corners when she’s worried.
She moves with a catlike grace that seems to have evaded every other girl you’ve ever seen, a sway in her hips that did not come from years of practicing the correct way to look sexy while walking - it comes naturally to her. Everything about her makes you want to take her away from the banality of normal life and go somewhere as marvelous as she is. Somewhere you can treat her as the goddess she is and make love to her as often as you both please, only leaving the bed when it becomes absolutely necessary.
There is something amazing in everything she does - the way her nose crinkles up right before she sneezes, the way her laugh is always loud and appreciative no matter the reason for her laughter, the way she gets excited at small things and will start to giggle and clap her hands… How when she’s angry, she will not hide it - she’ll let the world know.
You can’t help but to dwell on her every action, obsessing and examining her every move and word… Every word from those lips is worth more then the most precious jewel in the world, each movement more beautiful then a thousand symphonies.
If only she were real, you think with a sigh as you gently close the sketchbook where she resides.
Yeah, I don't know either. Idea that came to me a while ago. o_O Worked with the word. :D