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dorksidefiker) wrote2010-11-05 03:15 pm
dorksidefiker) wrote2010-11-05 03:15 pm
Entry tags:
By Force
Title: By Force
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/52. Force
Character/Pairing: Ahura, Surdani, Dramari
Rating: PG
Word Count: 358
Summary: The new Queen of the Inhumans is setting policy.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I don’t own Ahura, but everyone else is mine.
Heavy hands in the middle of Ahura’s back forced the Inhuman to his knees at the feet of the throne. The room was thick with tension, the eyes of all Inhumans on him in that moment. He ignored them all, raising his head only to look upon his queen, his sister. He licked his lips as though he could still taste her there, though it had been years since he had claimed Surdani for his own.
She wore something black and deceptively simple, and her hair tumbled about her pale shoulder in a mass of black curls. Her face was pale, and untouched by any make up that he could see. She looked like a lovely statue, someone’s idea of a goddess.
Dramari lingered behind the throne, and Ahura thought he caught a flash of pity on his brother’s face.
Surdani rose to her feet, looking to the crowd gathered for her first appearance before them as Queen.
“I am not my father.”
Surdani stood and walked past Ahura as she addressed the assemblage, the hem of her gown brushing his arm as she did so.
“I will not allow our destiny to be shaped by the Genetic Counsel, so set in their ways that they would sooner see us die than change and thrive. Our differences have always been our greatest strength, but how can true differences be if there is stagnation? No more.”
She turned, skirts rustling with every move. “I am not my father,” she repeated, “and I will not allow a rabid beast to run loose.” Surdani leaned close to her brother, her breath tickling his ear. “Die,“ she hissed. “Die and burn..”
She stepped over Ahura’s body as it flopped and writhed on the floor, a pool of blood and bodily fluids slowly spreading beneath him as they poured from every orifice.
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/52. Force
Character/Pairing: Ahura, Surdani, Dramari
Rating: PG
Word Count: 358
Summary: The new Queen of the Inhumans is setting policy.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I don’t own Ahura, but everyone else is mine.
Heavy hands in the middle of Ahura’s back forced the Inhuman to his knees at the feet of the throne. The room was thick with tension, the eyes of all Inhumans on him in that moment. He ignored them all, raising his head only to look upon his queen, his sister. He licked his lips as though he could still taste her there, though it had been years since he had claimed Surdani for his own.
She wore something black and deceptively simple, and her hair tumbled about her pale shoulder in a mass of black curls. Her face was pale, and untouched by any make up that he could see. She looked like a lovely statue, someone’s idea of a goddess.
Dramari lingered behind the throne, and Ahura thought he caught a flash of pity on his brother’s face.
Surdani rose to her feet, looking to the crowd gathered for her first appearance before them as Queen.
“I am not my father.”
Surdani stood and walked past Ahura as she addressed the assemblage, the hem of her gown brushing his arm as she did so.
“I will not allow our destiny to be shaped by the Genetic Counsel, so set in their ways that they would sooner see us die than change and thrive. Our differences have always been our greatest strength, but how can true differences be if there is stagnation? No more.”
She turned, skirts rustling with every move. “I am not my father,” she repeated, “and I will not allow a rabid beast to run loose.” Surdani leaned close to her brother, her breath tickling his ear. “Die,“ she hissed. “Die and burn..”
She stepped over Ahura’s body as it flopped and writhed on the floor, a pool of blood and bodily fluids slowly spreading beneath him as they poured from every orifice.