|snarrymod (snarrymod) wrote in snarry_games,|
@ 2008-10-20 08:02:00
|Entry tags:||entry, r, team phoenix|
TEAM PHOENIX ENTRY: "Rose and Fire" by Venturous
Title: Rose and Fire
Email: venturous1 AT gmail
Prompt(s): Flames of Passion, Mutual Surrender
Rating/Warnings/Kinks: R, cursed snakey tattoo
Artist's Notes/Thank you's:I am incredibly grateful to the creative and patient mods, and my fellow Team Phoenix artists. One year ago I was just discovering fandom, and the Snarry Games rocked my world. It is an honor and a privilege to be a participant.
It has been an amazing experience to work with a team, especially these incredibly talented and helpful Phoenixes. Believe me, this art would be much less satisfying without their awesome support!
The painting is inspired by an incredible story from Team Phoenix Author perverse_idyll ,When the Rose and the Fire are One. The story just begged for a painting, and I had to oblige. I only wish there had been time to paint a huge tryptych, so intense is the visual, passionate intensity of this tale!
Media used: oil on canvas, PS
Archiving/Usage permission, including the Tribute Video (only after the polls have closed and medals have been awarded): please enjoy, but ask, and give attribution.
An [edited] excerpt from perverse_idyll 's When the Rose and the Fire are One:
The collar was fascinating. It tickled and hummed very faintly against Harry's palms, and as he'd hoped, the twining, serpentine shapes could be discerned by touch, raised in shallow relief around the white throat. They felt as smooth as Snape's skin. Harry followed the interlocking designs with his fingertips, leaning forward, and breathing into the faintly humid area under the smoky curtain of hair. He'd never experienced such a haze of lust...
As he let his hands wander, Harry noticed that there was something familiar about the surface tension of the runes...
Blinking, he fondled the pale throat possessively...(and) leaned closer still and saw the black sigils separate into stylized serpents of greater or lesser length, intertwined and rippling, making their rounds.
Whoa. His hold clenched slightly as he fought the impulse to jerk his hands away.... He focused on the runes - the snakes. The longer he watched, the more he caught the flicker of minuscule tongues. Merlin, no wonder it tickled.
His eyes widened when a delicate serpent just above his left thumb, with one quick strike sank its fangs into Snape's throat. As he stared, more of the animated runes followed suit, biting in an apparently random manner before gliding onward in their preordained tracks. A rush of gooseflesh swept over him. How must that feel?
On a sudden whim, he rested his lips against Snape's throat and whispered in Parseltongue.