Loved [Pandora Hearts, Jack/Alice, G]
Jun. 18th, 2008 02:49 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
bromantic.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
kinkfestTitle - Loved
Author/Artist -![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timmesque
Rating - G
Word Count - 217
Summary - Pandora Hearts, Jack/Alice: half-remembered happiness -- "A present for you, my dear."
She is loved, She was loved, She will be loved.
His hand ruffles her hair and there is love in his fingers, love in his smile as he breezes near her, a presence so larger than the air, the sun, the stars that graced the sky because he was love, grace, wonder in her swelling heart. She giggles as he takes her hands and spins her, her airy feet leaving the ground in a small moment of faery magic. He presses his lips onto her cheek and she blushes.
This is love, This was love, This will be love and it was everlasting, tender against the fingertips pressing against her cheek, still red and warm. She could see pearly dresses, white veils threaded with her ribbons and hair, an arm around her waist as she is taken to the altar, sacred and blessed.
Untouchable. This is how it should be, it was, it will be....
Alice stirs from her bed, bleary-eyed and tired. She gets out of bed and pressed her face against the window glass. The air is cold beneath her hands and the memory of age-old warmth begins to leave her steadily. She sighs against the glass, the dreams of pearls and white drifting away from her, into a place she still can not reach.
Author/Artist -
timmesqueRating - G
Word Count - 217
Summary - Pandora Hearts, Jack/Alice: half-remembered happiness -- "A present for you, my dear."
She is loved, She was loved, She will be loved.
His hand ruffles her hair and there is love in his fingers, love in his smile as he breezes near her, a presence so larger than the air, the sun, the stars that graced the sky because he was love, grace, wonder in her swelling heart. She giggles as he takes her hands and spins her, her airy feet leaving the ground in a small moment of faery magic. He presses his lips onto her cheek and she blushes.
This is love, This was love, This will be love and it was everlasting, tender against the fingertips pressing against her cheek, still red and warm. She could see pearly dresses, white veils threaded with her ribbons and hair, an arm around her waist as she is taken to the altar, sacred and blessed.
Untouchable. This is how it should be, it was, it will be....
Alice stirs from her bed, bleary-eyed and tired. She gets out of bed and pressed her face against the window glass. The air is cold beneath her hands and the memory of age-old warmth begins to leave her steadily. She sighs against the glass, the dreams of pearls and white drifting away from her, into a place she still can not reach.
