Sinéad O'Connor "Troy", The Lion and the Cobra
She rested her cheek on his chest, pressing against his warm skin and
breathing in time to the slow beat of his heart. Her hair trailed over his arm,
and his fingers played in it, gentle touches that she wanted to continue
forever.
"What?" his deep voice rumbled.
She turned her face toward him and smiled against his skin. “I didn’t say anything.”
“No, but you thought it.” His hand pressed against her back and hugged her to him.
She sighed. “I wish we could stay here forever.”
His chest rose with a laugh. “We would get hungry eventually.”
“Eventually. But I am so very tired. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
Muscles tensing were her only warning as he flipped her in one smooth movement onto her back on the tangled sheets. “I know, my love. I wish…” He stroked away the tear that slid down her cheek, but he would never voice that thought, so contrary to his role, his very self. And hers.
She pulled him even closer and for a while their heartbeats drowned out the dragon’s distant roar. Soon enough. She would face it soon enough.
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The dragon’s tail swept up and back, catching her off balance and smashing her against the rocky mountain side. She collapsed to her knees, breath wheezing through one punctured lung. Her black leather glove glistened with blood when she wiped her lips and cheek. Her other arm hung limply at her side. Soon. Soon enough.
“You have no hope of defeating me!” The dragon roared. It lunged toward her and wrapped its paw around her. Three long, curved claws speared her back, hooking into her ribs and spine. She arched toward it, screaming in agony. The fourth claw curled around her, and the dragon rose high, lifting her up toward its long snout.
“You don’t even carry a weapon, foolish human,” it sneered, acid dripping from its tongue to bubble on the rocks below. It drew her even closer.
She stared into its flat, blue eye and whispered, “I am the weapon, dragon.” She coughed and spat blood, then continued in a stronger voice. “I am the phoenix.” Its head lifted, and its eye irised wide in alarm. Her voice rang out, “I will defeat you, and I will rise again out of your flame.”
The dragon tried to push her away, but it was too late. Its claw opened and snatched closed again on a white blaze, arcing into its mouth, filling it with both their fire.
"What?" his deep voice rumbled.
She turned her face toward him and smiled against his skin. “I didn’t say anything.”
“No, but you thought it.” His hand pressed against her back and hugged her to him.
She sighed. “I wish we could stay here forever.”
His chest rose with a laugh. “We would get hungry eventually.”
“Eventually. But I am so very tired. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
Muscles tensing were her only warning as he flipped her in one smooth movement onto her back on the tangled sheets. “I know, my love. I wish…” He stroked away the tear that slid down her cheek, but he would never voice that thought, so contrary to his role, his very self. And hers.
She pulled him even closer and for a while their heartbeats drowned out the dragon’s distant roar. Soon enough. She would face it soon enough.
#
The dragon’s tail swept up and back, catching her off balance and smashing her against the rocky mountain side. She collapsed to her knees, breath wheezing through one punctured lung. Her black leather glove glistened with blood when she wiped her lips and cheek. Her other arm hung limply at her side. Soon. Soon enough.
“You have no hope of defeating me!” The dragon roared. It lunged toward her and wrapped its paw around her. Three long, curved claws speared her back, hooking into her ribs and spine. She arched toward it, screaming in agony. The fourth claw curled around her, and the dragon rose high, lifting her up toward its long snout.
“You don’t even carry a weapon, foolish human,” it sneered, acid dripping from its tongue to bubble on the rocks below. It drew her even closer.
She stared into its flat, blue eye and whispered, “I am the weapon, dragon.” She coughed and spat blood, then continued in a stronger voice. “I am the phoenix.” Its head lifted, and its eye irised wide in alarm. Her voice rang out, “I will defeat you, and I will rise again out of your flame.”
The dragon tried to push her away, but it was too late. Its claw opened and snatched closed again on a white blaze, arcing into its mouth, filling it with both their fire.
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Dogs
in house
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Houdini
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Music:
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Sinéad O'Connor
"Troy", The Lion and the Cobra
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Time
writing:
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20 minutes
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August
word count:
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8,787
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