Fic: Full of Fire
Yes, Caly has resurrected fanworks because she got drunk and bitten by a plot bunny. Blame drinking for dead people.
What: Fic Title: Full of fire Who: Terry and Tsura Rating: PG-13? Summary: Terry and Tsura meet in canon.
Ravenclaws threw the best parties. No matter what the Slytherins might say, Terry was sure of this incontrovertible fact. After all, Ravenclaw parties were an odd combination of the old Paris salons and college frat parties. This time, the party was at Stephen Cornfoot's vacation home on some Mediterranean beach. While Stephen annoyed him sometimes, Terry was not about to say that he didn't offer up some spectacular settings.
Sometime, late into the night, he, Michael and Lisa had decided to take a walk down the coast, and before long Terry's ears caught the strains of violin, and as they got closer, it got clearer and was joined by tambourine and guitar. The three of them knew it was probably a private party, but the insatiable Ravenclaw curiosity and need to know got the better of them, and as they climbed a rocky dune and spotted the bonfire, they headed for it like moths to a flame.
It was a group of people around a bonfire, some playing instruments, others sitting and telling stories, one woman was tending a pot of coffee on the flames, and the man sitting beside her spotted them first, with a slight laugh, as if they had been expected. "Join us," He suggested, beckoning the trio closer.
"Thanks," Lisa said easily, followed by Michael adding, "Yeah, thank you."
Terry would have thanked them, but his musician side had come out at the first strains of music he had heard, and his fingers were itching for his violin. "Thank you," he repeated, a few moments to late, as he caught sight of the girl dancing.
He seemed to forget everything else at that moment, completely absorbed in the music, and this woman who seemed to be the music incarnate. The firelight caught her dark hair and the coins at her arms, waist and ankles, her feet hitting the sand in perfect time with the beat.
He couldn't think, he couldn't look away, he wasn't even sure he was breathing as he watched, A lump grew in his throat and the foreign music seemed to sing to him that this was for him, it spoke of far off places and small caresses, and the desire -- even need to make her his.
And then her head turned, and she smiled at him, eyes full of fire, and he was lost.