Fic: Yami no Matsuei -- China Silks (Saki, Kazutaka)
Challenge/Theme: 079: China dress
Rating: PG-13. References to incest, snuff, and rape.
Summary: China silks against soft skin, stealing away the fleeting reminisce of warmth, of life.
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China silks against soft skin, stealing away the fleeting reminisce of warmth, of life. They were vivid red; expensive finery that she wore in death like a veil of blood, an accusation. Saki pulled his hand back, unable to understand her sunken eyes, her chafing lips, ghostly gray pallor of her skin.
“Such a waste,” He heard a man whisper. “The silk will rot with her corpse.”
“And such a beautiful corpse.”
He watched them pull the silks away, touch her body, squeeze her chest.
And he watched until the sun came up, for the men soon turned to him. The stained china silks wrapped around his wrists and the first face he recognized was his father’s.
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“Kazutaka,” He smiled, pressing his brother’s bound hands against his chest. “Your skin feels just like silk.”
He’d remedy that.
- Sarrasi
05/08/05
Rating: PG-13. References to incest, snuff, and rape.
Summary: China silks against soft skin, stealing away the fleeting reminisce of warmth, of life.
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China silks against soft skin, stealing away the fleeting reminisce of warmth, of life. They were vivid red; expensive finery that she wore in death like a veil of blood, an accusation. Saki pulled his hand back, unable to understand her sunken eyes, her chafing lips, ghostly gray pallor of her skin.
“Such a waste,” He heard a man whisper. “The silk will rot with her corpse.”
“And such a beautiful corpse.”
He watched them pull the silks away, touch her body, squeeze her chest.
And he watched until the sun came up, for the men soon turned to him. The stained china silks wrapped around his wrists and the first face he recognized was his father’s.
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“Kazutaka,” He smiled, pressing his brother’s bound hands against his chest. “Your skin feels just like silk.”
He’d remedy that.
- Sarrasi
05/08/05