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26 March 2009 @ 12:05 am
"loves" - glorfindel of the golden flower  
silwritersguild challenge #14: favourite season

Glorfindel loves the winter, with blankets piled high on the bed, and the cold feet of his lover tangled with his, and soft firelight (Balrog-free).

He loves the spring and the daffodil buds adorning the pathway to his front door and the sun rising a little earlier every morning.

He loves the summer and the long, hot days and the sheen of sweat to be kissed from his lover’s throat and the glorious, cloying laziness.

He loves the autumn and the dry, crisp leaves underfoot, crackling like flames and his breath, pluming white in the air.

Glorfindel loves the winter.
{just one more miracle, Sherlock}kayeff on March 26th, 2009 12:09 am (UTC)
KF loves this drabble.

the sheen of sweat to be kissed from his lover's throat

Oh, you do have such a glorious way with word-images. ♥
we are sex robb-omb!: i need a herolanyon on April 2nd, 2009 04:57 pm (UTC)
thank you. sorry for taking years to get back to this comment. but thank you. i blush.
Oshun: booksheartofoshun on March 27th, 2009 03:41 am (UTC)
That's gorgeous.
we are sex robb-omb!: all tuckered outlanyon on April 2nd, 2009 04:57 pm (UTC)
thank you! :)
[1983 casio dg-20 electric guitar]: bret/jemaine otpanuhealani on April 2nd, 2009 02:31 am (UTC)
we are sex robb-omb!: love is not lovelanyon on April 2nd, 2009 04:57 pm (UTC)