darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-09-04 14:12:00 |
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Original poster: capra_maritimus
Title: D'shinn Calling (sequel to D'shinn)
Author: Tem-ve H'syan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O (AU)
Warnings: Character death
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: temve tem-ve@gmx.de
Link to story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/arc
Reasons for recommending:
When Temve posted her first fic Curious Old Body on M_A I was hooked. Her style of writing was unlike any fic I had read up until then and I quickly became a fan. I think of all of her stories I like D'shinn Calling the most.
Quote from story:
Stretching, he stood up and picked up his clothes from where they had lain
sheltered behind a rock. He rubbed his skin dry until he glowed pink, then
decided it wasn't worth dressing, and set off across the heath, barefoot,
naked, exposing himself to the silken warm wind. D'shinn's wind. D'shinn's
breath, his feathery long hair trailing over his face. D'shinn's hands, all
over him, gentle, too gentle. He craved more, and closed his eyes and gave in, with a deep shuddering sigh.
The wind god, descending from the sky. There he was, larger than life, and so full of it, from head to toe to raging sky-blue erection. Coming closer,
the sound of his breath rushing in Ob'iwan's ears, the soft footfall barely
ruffling the tough heather beneath his feet. The greedy low growl...
He had no time to react at all when the body descended upon him, throwing him to the ground in slow motion, the white wolf snarling hungrily, claws
digging into Ob'iwan's unresisting weak flesh. Amber eyes reflected a pale
face, eyes wide in shock, mouth open in a silent scream that would not come.
The beast was ragged, starved at the end of winter, and went straight for
the throat in mortal greed. Ob'iwan watched his own blood shoot from the
wound and drench the shaggy white fur with glistening red... than all went
black, and...
... lips retreated gently, a warm wet tongue lapping at the closing wound.
Soft, moist lips. Human lips. Stained with Ob'iwan's blood, glistening red,
delicious. Smiling. The curtain of brown and silver and gold hair was
brushed aside, and the face that looked down into his was so beautiful
Ob'iwan averted his gaze instinctively for fear of being blinded. He felt
like falling, and felt himself caught, held tight by strong warm arms,
hanging limply in the embrace of a large male body, enveloped in the
blinding aura of...
"D'shinn," he croaked, and gasped at the sound of his own voice.
A warm hand cupped his cheek and turned his face towards the other man's. Held transfixed by the god's sky blue eyes, Ob'iwan could only stare as
D'shinn's other hand stroked his other cheek, then pulled him in for a
gentle kiss. Floating in the featureless otherworld, held up only by
D'shinn's lips, Ob'iwan gave in to the tears the threatened to flood him
from within, sobbing loudly into the gentle mouth, clinging to this image of perfection with arms and legs and tongue, wishing this moment could last
forever.
Possession, it was possession, he was taken by his god, chosen and made his
own and flooded with a love no man was capable of, the swirls of golden
shimmering love colliding deep inside him with the urgent spurt of hot thick
seed, mingling, exploding in a starburst of light that would have killed
Ob'iwan outright if he hadn't died already...
"Not dead, my one. Just out of this world. Immortal."