Joined Souls
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S through Z › X-Files: I Want to Believe
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Category:
S through Z › X-Files: I Want to Believe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
932
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Joined Souls
Category: MSR, drabble
Spoilers: Slight spoilers for IWTB...if you squint.
Words: 141
Notes:This was made for the contest on lj for xfdrabble.
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Upon the marbled sink; instrument in hand, audience resting between her legs, notes are played without sound.
Welcoming the embrace of their warm home, taking time before the inevitable cold; immersing in the bond that's always been theirs, untouchable; a vow that was the genesis of their combined souls.
The music is a slow deliberate kiss, matching the specks floating from the sky. Thoughts never given birth through verbal communion; hearts conveyed through touch and taste.
Smooth, as though he were a lad, the song having been sung; time did not slow as they wished it.
Decapitations, ice, pedophiles, or not, the time is near, the change has continued, and lost time is all but a dream. They’re each other's world; heading to the beginning of revelation. Joined hands approach darkness that is the end, or the fight, for their future.
Spoilers: Slight spoilers for IWTB...if you squint.
Words: 141
Notes:This was made for the contest on lj for xfdrabble.
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Upon the marbled sink; instrument in hand, audience resting between her legs, notes are played without sound.
Welcoming the embrace of their warm home, taking time before the inevitable cold; immersing in the bond that's always been theirs, untouchable; a vow that was the genesis of their combined souls.
The music is a slow deliberate kiss, matching the specks floating from the sky. Thoughts never given birth through verbal communion; hearts conveyed through touch and taste.
Smooth, as though he were a lad, the song having been sung; time did not slow as they wished it.
Decapitations, ice, pedophiles, or not, the time is near, the change has continued, and lost time is all but a dream. They’re each other's world; heading to the beginning of revelation. Joined hands approach darkness that is the end, or the fight, for their future.