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kinkfestTitle: Out of this place
Author/Artist: Ultimi Scopuli
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 200
Summary: Some people need a little romance.
“You know what’s the problem here?” Libby said. “A lack of romance.”
Sofie looked back at the carnival and then at the desolate landscape surrounding them.
“More like a lack of everything, really. Except that one tree there.”
“And dust. If there’s something abounding around here, it’s dust. The same old dust, every other day. That’s why I talked about romance. You have to feel that somewhere there is something different. And hopefully less dusty.”
Besides empty, the place was also silent, and that didn’t change while the sun slowly neared the horizon.
“Well,” Sofie said, “there’s that tree.”
But it was past midnight when they climbed the tree and sat on one of the lower branches. The view had changed to the clear starry sky, which was something else, at least.
“It’s a change,” Sofie said.
“That’s a step on the right direction, I guess.”
“And what else would be?”
“Let’s start with you kissing me.”
So she did that.
“That’s better?”
“Better. But still, someday we’ll leave.”
‘Someday we’ll leave’ was the kind of thing they told themselves all the time because they had to. In moments like this, what changed was just that they actually believed it.
Author/Artist: Ultimi Scopuli
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 200
Summary: Some people need a little romance.
“You know what’s the problem here?” Libby said. “A lack of romance.”
Sofie looked back at the carnival and then at the desolate landscape surrounding them.
“More like a lack of everything, really. Except that one tree there.”
“And dust. If there’s something abounding around here, it’s dust. The same old dust, every other day. That’s why I talked about romance. You have to feel that somewhere there is something different. And hopefully less dusty.”
Besides empty, the place was also silent, and that didn’t change while the sun slowly neared the horizon.
“Well,” Sofie said, “there’s that tree.”
But it was past midnight when they climbed the tree and sat on one of the lower branches. The view had changed to the clear starry sky, which was something else, at least.
“It’s a change,” Sofie said.
“That’s a step on the right direction, I guess.”
“And what else would be?”
“Let’s start with you kissing me.”
So she did that.
“That’s better?”
“Better. But still, someday we’ll leave.”
‘Someday we’ll leave’ was the kind of thing they told themselves all the time because they had to. In moments like this, what changed was just that they actually believed it.
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