as he hissed into the pale arch of her neck and his fingers curled into the black silk of her hair, he had all the steel and purpose of a sword.
Nnnngh, yes. This was mine- almost a whim of a prompt, and then wow, I get this sliver of awesomeness. You've done so well capturing Shishio through her eyes, here- someone whose wounds have empowered him, enlightened him, and it fuels (ehehe) so much of the passion in their relationship. And damn, how she registers him pressing into her...the furnace, the runnels, the red. So palpable, so intense- and true to the prompt, this makes 273 words seem a thousand. ^_-
So very grateful! Thank you kindly.
- lanciform (whom IJ will not allow to log in, grr)