|a deadly, poetic infection (sappholococcus) wrote in hp_traditions,|
@ 2008-05-18 21:49:00
|Entry tags:||nc17, salazar/rowena|
Happy Traditions, cmwinters!
Apologies for posting so late, I've had a crazy weekend over at hogsmeade_elite.
Title: The Book of Folly
Gift For: cmwinters
Summary: An old druidic rite, a potion, and like minds bring two lives that were running parallel together.
Warnings: Oral, parseltongue
Author's notes: (if any) I really hope you like this. It started out as a 11,800 word epic, but, um, needed to be cut down to circle around the tradition. :) Thanks to T for being so patient, and B for betaing.
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The first time she saw him, he didn't see her, but his eyes looked through her, as if, in the market, where she was following the married Helga, her hair demurely covered, he saw her soul. She had just bent to examine an imported resin from the east, and when she looked up again, her eyes met his, dark and searching, as if he could see inside her soul and read her like the scroll she had bought and hid in her saddlebag.
She could tell he was noble by the elegant but not arrogant tilt to his head, the way he carried himself, everything about him screamed nobility, and even as his eyes burned through her, her mind told her 'This is not for you.'. Still, she met his eyes until he moved on, unable to look away until he had broken the moment.
It was a trend. He always broke the moment before she would have wished it.