Exercising my writing muscles: Drabble 3/5
It's been ages since I asked for these prompts, but I was bored and feeling creative so here are the last three:
Exactly 100 words for creedcascade. The prompts:
The feel of cords wrapped around one's wrists.
The sight of blackness.
The sound of laughing.
The taste of the one he loves.
Mood: fearful and hopeful all roled into one.
Xander stared into the blackness that was the inside of his eyelids, held firmly closed with a silk scarf around his head. Twisting his head to the side, he felt his raised arms pressed against his ears, tied together and to the bed above his head with a simple nylon cord.
He wasn't entirely comfortable, even a bit afraid of what was going to happen next.
But he knew his lover, knew his laughter and his tears, and that knowledge filled him with hope.
And when the first taste of Spike's precome coated his lips, he knew everything was alright.
Exactly 100 words for creedcascade. The prompts:
The feel of cords wrapped around one's wrists.
The sight of blackness.
The sound of laughing.
The taste of the one he loves.
Mood: fearful and hopeful all roled into one.
Xander stared into the blackness that was the inside of his eyelids, held firmly closed with a silk scarf around his head. Twisting his head to the side, he felt his raised arms pressed against his ears, tied together and to the bed above his head with a simple nylon cord.
He wasn't entirely comfortable, even a bit afraid of what was going to happen next.
But he knew his lover, knew his laughter and his tears, and that knowledge filled him with hope.
And when the first taste of Spike's precome coated his lips, he knew everything was alright.