The water ripples and churns. A series of ficlets. 44 - "Fire. Always fire."
27 July 2006
Gen - tried another one of those exactly 100 words things.
She held the torch. She'd insisted. She held it until the flames began licking over the wood of the pyre, and sparks snapped close to her eyes. Gabrielle took the torch from her, then.
"Fire," her voice said. "Always fire." She let Gabrielle pull her away.
Gabrielle gently kissed her brow until blue eyes closed. "I'm still here."
She felt disjointed, as if someone else's hands were clinging to Gabrielle's arms, someone else's head was leaning against Gabrielle's shoulder, and someone else's tears were burning on her cheeks. Sobs hit her throat, and Eve cried for a very long time.