Primordial [August 17th] [6996] [Reborn!]
Title :: Primordial
Prompt :: August 17th, “beside the green apple sea” [31_days]
Pairing :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 125
Summary :: She thinks not of gardens but of seas.
She thinks not of gardens but of seas.
She does not know the stories (how woman was held like a secret so close to man's own heart, the way he joined her in temptation and she presented him with knowledge spilling from between her lips); does not know to think We will cast the rest of the world asunder, and nothing matters beyond the gates of our own arms.
And instead, she envisions something even more base: A primordial sea that predates even the beginnings of the world.
There was the sea, and as it frothed, so too there was fog; and from the fog the earth took form.
And she will accept no other canon than the ghosts of his hands.
Prompt :: August 17th, “beside the green apple sea” [31_days]
Pairing :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 125
Summary :: She thinks not of gardens but of seas.
She thinks not of gardens but of seas.
She does not know the stories (how woman was held like a secret so close to man's own heart, the way he joined her in temptation and she presented him with knowledge spilling from between her lips); does not know to think We will cast the rest of the world asunder, and nothing matters beyond the gates of our own arms.
And instead, she envisions something even more base: A primordial sea that predates even the beginnings of the world.
There was the sea, and as it frothed, so too there was fog; and from the fog the earth took form.
And she will accept no other canon than the ghosts of his hands.