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Give it a Whirl Day 12


Today's style prompt

Describe happy

100 words or a 1 graphic story. Who's got this?


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Jan. 12th, 2018 07:57 pm (UTC)
It was a moment of sweet release, that moment, upon exiting the tunnel where Busmalis took in what felt like his first breath of fresh air in ages. Oz was in his past. He was heading toward his future.

For Busmalis, there was one destination in mind, a place that made his heart sing. Her address. His heart seemed to speed up the closer he got to her house.

When he finally arrived, he looked up at her house. Light shone through what he imagined was her bedroom window.

Overcome with emotion, he danced a jig on her front lawn.
Jan. 12th, 2018 08:13 pm (UTC)
Jan. 13th, 2018 04:43 am (UTC)
Jan. 13th, 2018 06:50 am (UTC)
Lovely (I must use a different word from K!)! ;-)

Edited at 2018-01-13 06:50 am (UTC)
Jan. 13th, 2018 12:23 am (UTC)
Criminal Minds, Luke x Garcia
Penelope Garcia is not a a woman who takes her work home with her.

Intentionally that is.

Sometimes she does so unintentionally, certainly unwantedly. Those are the times that a nightmare wakes her, when she sees the images writ large on a computer screen transposed into real life, the faces of strangers becoming those of her friends. Or when she relives the night of her parents' deaths, or the night she got shot, or the night she shot someone. Those are the times when she wakes, gasping, her heart pounding, tears streaming down her face.

Then there are the other times.

The times like this morning when she wakes slowly to the feel of a strong arm around her waist, holding her tightly. Luke's body presses against hers, warm and solid, his fingers tracing gentle patterns against her skin. His lips press a gentle kiss into her shoulder blade and she smiles to herself, closes her eyes once more and shifts incrementally yet purposefully. She's rewarded by a hastily stifled intake of breath and she feels his lips curling against her skin as he tries - and fails - to keep back a chuckle. She doesn't open her eyes though, doesn't turn around and he chuckles again as he tightens his arm around her. His lips move to her neck, follow a familiar path and goosebumps break out along her skin but she still doesn't move.

He cracks first - he always does.

"I know you're awake, you know."

His voice is full of humour; she doesn't have to look at him to hear the smile. Finding herself biting back a grin of her own, she makes a little noise in the back of her throat but her eyes stay clamped firmly shut.

Until that is, he runs out of patience.

He moves back from her and uses his arm around her waist to pull her around, all in one smooth movement and she can't help it, she squeaks in surprise and her eyes fly open and her hands land on his shoulders and he's laughing as he looks down at her. "Good morning, beautiful," he says and even though she wants to smile, she schools her features to straightness.

"You army types might consider this morning," she tells him. "Some of us appreciate our sleep."

"Well then..." He doesn't blink. "I guess I should make it up to you."

Kissing a path down her body, that's just what he does.
Jan. 13th, 2018 04:42 am (UTC)
Re: Criminal Minds, Luke x Garcia
Jan. 13th, 2018 06:52 am (UTC)
Re: Criminal Minds, Luke x Garcia
That is definitely happy! Well done! ;-)
Jan. 14th, 2018 06:40 pm (UTC)

Still part of the dream sequence I'm crafting (non specific fandom)

The vision of that single red rose amidst the vacant white landscape, like a painting and yet the only image of realism the dream had yet to present, gradually replaced the ice in his core with a glow of white within. As it grew and spread, soothing the beetle burn, it turned the virgin snow pink. The healthy pink of life, that quenched the ground, spawned a regrowth of green that he knew mirrored her eyes. The glow from within became the glow from without, the bright whisper of singing birds, a warmth that cast away the blanket of fury and remorse, and as a butterfly shed its cocoon, he realized all he needed to do was stretch…reach out…seek out his patron…and be free in the light once again.
Jan. 15th, 2018 03:55 pm (UTC)
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