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storypaint) wrote2009-07-13 02:13 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-07-13 02:13 pm
Shell (Ursula/Ariel)
Title: Shell
Fandom: The Little Mermaid
Length: 232 words
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31_days 1 Jul 09 // a dream is nothing but a ghost
Pairing: Ursula/Ariel
Other: noncon implications
Excerpt: Ursula put great stock in dreams; they were her life, her bread and butter, her career, and eventually, her undoing.
Ursula put great stock in dreams; they were her life, her bread and butter, her career, and eventually, her undoing. She lined the walk to her home with the owners of broken dreams. She might not see it as a warning to herself, but even as she granted the wishes of others-- for a moment, with all the clauses applying-- she ignored her own.
She watched the redhead through a cauldron, through the eyes of eels, and when the girl came to her, she grinned horribly and made the transaction. She brushed her tentacles along the milky skin, ran fingers through the copper-bright hair, and allowed herself to want only her revenge, only the girl's voice.
In the end, she would have the whole. Ariel would belong to her. Much too beautiful to become a polyp, too. Such a shame about your daughter, Triton, look where she signed.
And then Ursula would have everything she wanted, her fingers tangled in that red hair for as long as she liked, the bruise of her lips pressed against her skin. There were spells to force the appearance of love, and that was all Ursula wanted. She was practical, after all, and old, and she knew that practical dreams were the easiest to bear, the least difficult to grant.
The locket was warm against her skin. All Ursula had to do now was wait.
Fandom: The Little Mermaid
Length: 232 words
Prompt:
31_days 1 Jul 09 // a dream is nothing but a ghostPairing: Ursula/Ariel
Other: noncon implications
Excerpt: Ursula put great stock in dreams; they were her life, her bread and butter, her career, and eventually, her undoing.
Ursula put great stock in dreams; they were her life, her bread and butter, her career, and eventually, her undoing. She lined the walk to her home with the owners of broken dreams. She might not see it as a warning to herself, but even as she granted the wishes of others-- for a moment, with all the clauses applying-- she ignored her own.
She watched the redhead through a cauldron, through the eyes of eels, and when the girl came to her, she grinned horribly and made the transaction. She brushed her tentacles along the milky skin, ran fingers through the copper-bright hair, and allowed herself to want only her revenge, only the girl's voice.
In the end, she would have the whole. Ariel would belong to her. Much too beautiful to become a polyp, too. Such a shame about your daughter, Triton, look where she signed.
And then Ursula would have everything she wanted, her fingers tangled in that red hair for as long as she liked, the bruise of her lips pressed against her skin. There were spells to force the appearance of love, and that was all Ursula wanted. She was practical, after all, and old, and she knew that practical dreams were the easiest to bear, the least difficult to grant.
The locket was warm against her skin. All Ursula had to do now was wait.
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You've captured exactly what I wanted. :)
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