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I pulled out an old Solavellan fic and am editing it for a friend to re-read. Still not sure if I will repost it when I’m done, I’ll let it marinate for a while before I decide. But since it’s all I’m working on this week (taking a break), I’ll post a lil snippet of it. Thanks @kirkwallsdumbest for the tag.
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Each step was a stalk, silent and graceful as her. Hips rolling, fluid, she could feel the rhythm from her toes to the swaying shift of her shoulders. The woods were quiet, but that was only cause for more concern. Solas was there somewhere. He had to be. The fool, hiding from her. He knew that could only make him more of a target.
She was hunting him, but now there were other predators following his trail, and only one could claim the prey.
The first howl came ahead and from the left, and then the others joined in. A curse, torn from her lips. A stalk became a run, panicked flight through the underbrush. There was no being quiet now, it was all life and death.
Leaping over a log like a halla, she burst into a copse of trees, grown thickly together in a wall around the clearing. They pressed together, denying her passage until she began to scale one, bare feet scraping on the rough bark. Breath heavy, she tried to outpace the branches as they twisted together, trying to squirm into any gap wide enough to allow her.
“Fight back!” she screamed through the trees as the wolves burst through, snarling, eyes red. She couldn't reach him. Despair rose as her broken heart begged, pleaded for him to do something, anything to stop the death that was surging towards him.
But no, could see him, standing with his back to her, waiting with his arms clasped together. Unmoving. He would let the oncoming tide swallow him. Why? Why did he never fight back?
And worse- why would he not let her fight to save him?
The parting of the trees began to close, vines twisting, writhing like serpents. She pushed through them, stretching a hand towards him desperately, fingers grasping and finding nothing. Thorns digging into her skin now, pulling back as she scrabbled, bleeding. Broken.
“Fight back...” she begged him weakly. “Please, vhenan. I'm almost there, just...a little longer. Just this once, please...”
Please take my hand.
The first of the black wolves struck as the darkness swallowed her, dragging her into the earth and filling her throat with decay.
UKISS MEXICO: DEAR MY FRIEND (SPANISH ver.) + TALK + WITHOUT YOU [6/28/13]
[Seleneyuee @ YouTube] Published on Dec 11, 2015
UKISS MEXICO: SEXY DANCE + TALK [6/28/13]
[Seleneyuee @ YouTube] Published on Dec 11, 2015
featuring Hoon’s Sexy Dance (male stripper version)
UKISS FANMEETING IN MEXICO PART 2 [6/29/13]
[Seleneyuee @ YouTube] Published on Dec 11, 2015
featuring live performance of A Shared Dream
UKISS MEXICO 6/28/13 [fans waiting for concert]
[Seleneyuee @ YouTube] Published on Jun 28, 2019
UKISS FANMEETING IN MEXICO 6/29/13 [fans waiting in line]
[Seleneyuee @ YouTube] Published on Jun 28, 2019
Ukiss concert - June 28, 2013
[melpalestino @ YouTube] Published on Jun 28, 2019
Today is 6 years since my best friend Selene and I went to Mexico to see the Korean group U-kiss. For me … IT WAS MY FIRST CONCERT! At last I was able to gather all the old pieces that we recorded during this traumatic adventure.
@6:49 – “SOOHYUN & HOON GREETED US!" @11:01 – *showing photo of Soohyun on bedroom wall*
Note the current location on this YouTube user’s Twitter profile:
U-KISS ERAS (10/37)
A Shared Dream
Freedom Sculpture: A Shared Dream, Los Angeles, California, USA, 2017 - Cecil Balmond
Being a crybaby runs in their family