Realization's Commitment
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charisstomaTitle: Realization’s Commitment
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: original. mee_eep’s challenge. Lustful Liaisons verse.
follows from here
Rating: PG
Pairing: Slash
Word count: 577
Warnings: Ginseng
Summary: Djinn partying to Spell work
Never, ever let a djinn be your party planner. Baxter and his dragon djinn lover, Azre had arrived to a party already in progress. Djinn don’t like to wait for their festivities once the need arises. His Dads were committing their lives together, Kain finally having popped the question, ‘though knowing his Dad he’d probably done it without thinking of asking Papa Dick‘, had been said in an aside to Azre. His lover had laughed and pressed a kiss to his shoulder asking to see Baxter’s old room. Lust joined love was an emotion that permeated the enclosure.
The veiling joined themselves together and made wide swathes until the large expanse of space took on the appearance of a humongous silken tent in pastel shades shot through with gold and silver strands. The twinkling of specially hired fairy sparks moved amongst the folds, stroking and being stroked by the sensuous fabric djinns. The cost for those fairy sparks would have been exorbitant except for partying with the djinn was considered to be a high treat. As the night wore on the imported fae liquor flowed freely until sparks became lightning flickers became intermittent flares illuminating the whole area. There would be a competition of colors and duration between the tiny fae lights before the night had turned to dawn.
A special brook was brought in on its best behavior adding tinkling laughter which would become louder as it too imbibed until it was sloshingly drunk, it’s sound accompanied by it’s friend the wind whose voice gradually became that of stiff gusty melodies blowing through shards of fine crystals of ice.
Smells of fresh moist earth and green growing things mingled with the enticing scents of flowers and aromas of tempting ripe succulent fruits. Herbs and spices flowed on the breezes that escaped from the wind to mingle with the warmth of bodies enjoying and being enjoyed.
Under all of this were the clean ever present sands, thick cushioning to the feet and bodies of the revelers, for what were djinn without their sands. Sands that normally were occupied with resting in their deep cylinders scattered amidst the other furnishings of the agency, conduits to the deserts in far away locales. Resting in wait for the tickling of idle fingers through their grains. Today they too had flowed over to play in celebration of two lives joined, a djinn and his human lover.
The moans and happy laughter of the two lovers could be heard if one was close enough to the veiled off alcove. Soft grunts and flesh smacking on flesh that rose in tempo to the sharp cries and “Kain. Kain. Kain.” The singing of two souls entwining. Through the night this would go on. Both were expected to sleep long into the day after for such were the effects of the herbal beverage that gave vitality, ‘enhanced libido, and copulatory performance‘. The djinn’s seed would be absorbed into the human’s body, refreshed often as their love for each other was renewed. Being one with another was in truth an on going adventure of amorous exercise, quiet words of loving commitment, and soft ardent kisses.
The leather portfolio lay open from where Dick had thrown it at his lover after reading the spell.
For the Joining of Two Souls: Djinn to Human
Song of Djinn --or noises similar to Djinn sing
Djinn seed --applied liberally and often
Words of commitment to each other.
Use well and repeat as desired.
Continues here and Continues here
Ginseng. Pronounced gin-sing. Herb used to give energy, vitality, and in one study, the effects of the beverage Kain and Dick drank.
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: original. mee_eep’s challenge. Lustful Liaisons verse.
follows from here
Rating: PG
Pairing: Slash
Word count: 577
Warnings: Ginseng
Summary: Djinn partying to Spell work
Never, ever let a djinn be your party planner. Baxter and his dragon djinn lover, Azre had arrived to a party already in progress. Djinn don’t like to wait for their festivities once the need arises. His Dads were committing their lives together, Kain finally having popped the question, ‘though knowing his Dad he’d probably done it without thinking of asking Papa Dick‘, had been said in an aside to Azre. His lover had laughed and pressed a kiss to his shoulder asking to see Baxter’s old room. Lust joined love was an emotion that permeated the enclosure.
The veiling joined themselves together and made wide swathes until the large expanse of space took on the appearance of a humongous silken tent in pastel shades shot through with gold and silver strands. The twinkling of specially hired fairy sparks moved amongst the folds, stroking and being stroked by the sensuous fabric djinns. The cost for those fairy sparks would have been exorbitant except for partying with the djinn was considered to be a high treat. As the night wore on the imported fae liquor flowed freely until sparks became lightning flickers became intermittent flares illuminating the whole area. There would be a competition of colors and duration between the tiny fae lights before the night had turned to dawn.
A special brook was brought in on its best behavior adding tinkling laughter which would become louder as it too imbibed until it was sloshingly drunk, it’s sound accompanied by it’s friend the wind whose voice gradually became that of stiff gusty melodies blowing through shards of fine crystals of ice.
Smells of fresh moist earth and green growing things mingled with the enticing scents of flowers and aromas of tempting ripe succulent fruits. Herbs and spices flowed on the breezes that escaped from the wind to mingle with the warmth of bodies enjoying and being enjoyed.
Under all of this were the clean ever present sands, thick cushioning to the feet and bodies of the revelers, for what were djinn without their sands. Sands that normally were occupied with resting in their deep cylinders scattered amidst the other furnishings of the agency, conduits to the deserts in far away locales. Resting in wait for the tickling of idle fingers through their grains. Today they too had flowed over to play in celebration of two lives joined, a djinn and his human lover.
The moans and happy laughter of the two lovers could be heard if one was close enough to the veiled off alcove. Soft grunts and flesh smacking on flesh that rose in tempo to the sharp cries and “Kain. Kain. Kain.” The singing of two souls entwining. Through the night this would go on. Both were expected to sleep long into the day after for such were the effects of the herbal beverage that gave vitality, ‘enhanced libido, and copulatory performance‘. The djinn’s seed would be absorbed into the human’s body, refreshed often as their love for each other was renewed. Being one with another was in truth an on going adventure of amorous exercise, quiet words of loving commitment, and soft ardent kisses.
The leather portfolio lay open from where Dick had thrown it at his lover after reading the spell.
For the Joining of Two Souls: Djinn to Human
Song of Djinn --or noises similar to Djinn sing
Djinn seed --applied liberally and often
Words of commitment to each other.
Use well and repeat as desired.
Continues here and Continues here
Ginseng. Pronounced gin-sing. Herb used to give energy, vitality, and in one study, the effects of the beverage Kain and Dick drank.
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Date: 2010-09-20 02:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-20 03:00 am (UTC)This turned out to be more descriptive scene wise then I'd have liked. *sighs*
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Date: 2010-09-20 06:10 am (UTC)Very sensual, a different tone to what I expected with this lot partying but very effective; sounds and smells and atmos. It all sounds very appealing and pleasant rather than a sordid orgy LOL there's a lot of love mixed in with the mad lusts :)
and Baxter continues to be sweet.
oh good, I hear the first attack of the noisy bin-men, I can go to bed now with the chance of sleep :)Also giddy though I was to spot this fic I realise I now have catching-up to do *groan* but I did receive a nice new lunchbox of treats *THANKS* which spurred an idea.
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Date: 2010-09-20 11:53 pm (UTC)For some reason I couldn't do an orgy, it didn't want to work out that way. Am worrying about the sand. Trying to catch a plunny before it mutates here.
You're welcome. Lunchbox? You're going to do a lunchbox? What about where little valances come from? *snickers* Or is that mine? *more snickers*
If you do a lunchbox, are the offspring little plastic pudding cups?
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Date: 2010-09-21 11:51 am (UTC)You can have the little valances *giggle* I'll have to mention pudding cups now LOL
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Date: 2010-09-20 11:19 am (UTC)I agree with <lj user="mee_eep" that the emphasis on love here is what makes this piece, and I like the spell at the end for that same reason. :)
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Date: 2010-09-20 11:56 pm (UTC)I have a problem with loveless sex, I think. *sighs*
Hello, my name is Charis. And I'm a recovering romantic.
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Date: 2010-09-20 12:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-21 12:14 am (UTC)Where does this come from.. I'm around children ages 11 to 19 all day. We've had double classes from 9:20 until 3:00 with dropin check outs starting at 8:10. I work til 4:00. I am clearly courting madness. Your icon is how I feel by the end of the day.
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Date: 2010-09-20 03:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-21 12:07 am (UTC)You've read these?! *grins* And you've survived without evidence of tooth decay.
Thank you.
Certain people have been TOO ENCOURAGING and I'm addicted to this 'verse now. *sighs* Sleep is becoming problematic. I am mimicking an icon I've seen on lj, "Coffee. Grab life by the beans."
Love you.*hugs*
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Date: 2010-09-21 01:59 am (UTC)My sleep schedule is fubar. And it finally got to have my small mental breakdown yesterday. But I feel a lot better now so maybe sleep will return to normal. Besides, who said I was a good chip?
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Date: 2010-09-21 03:40 am (UTC)These stories...@_@ There are
4041 *evil grin* of them in all so far, of which almost 1/2 are mine. Think I might be ahead by one or more. They are eating me alive.Wake my Chip and go about your day. It waits. And you are VERY GOOD at what you do. *kiss*
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Date: 2010-09-21 04:53 am (UTC)40 fics?! Wow. Was there like one fic that started this whole thing or what?
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Date: 2010-09-21 05:48 am (UTC)Doesn't help that I see how ridiculous I must look and want to laugh at myself. This is probably why I start cleaning. Constructive destruction that gets put back together in better order. There's a feeling of accomplishment at the end that is at least a little balm to the irritation that was the cause.
I only wrote 21 of these stories. Mee_eep and I started commenting back and forth and there was the Pleasures 'verse (http://theotherdibbler.livejournal.com/81801.html) and the Kinky_fantasy challenge which I really need to write a couple more to make the 25 total to get an honorable mention. It all blew up into this THING. There's a Master List of Lustful Liaisons on my journal but you've probably read them all or at least those that are mine if you've been keeping up. I was wrong btw. 41 stories still had me down one, so I quick wrote another. *smiles*
Now go dig the patterned china pieces out of the trash and make them into a mosaic table top or something equally artistic (lazy susan?). Make something productive out of your lemons. Clear glass pieces might look nice in a frame between panes of glass for stability as suncatchers.
I'm feeling creative but should go to bed. Tuesday. *sighs* Only 4 days more days until Saturday.
Fanbelt has taken up squeeking again. Mechanic at dealership cleaned it and it was one day without squeeking. One of the guys at school suggested getting a can that is made for this problem and it might cure the problem. *sighs* That would be nice.
*hugs*
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Date: 2010-09-21 08:07 am (UTC)Thats cool that you guys have this whole thing going. Like some huge collaboration.
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Date: 2010-09-21 11:13 pm (UTC)If you have the time maybe you should plan a trip to CA and do a return sneak into someones's bed. *sighs* Yeah. I know, cash for gas. I absolutely hate being less monitarily blessed. Publisher's Clearing House just isn't doing it for me.
Moment of humor. Was told about that spray for the squeeky fan belt. Stopped at AutoZone. Guy hands a can to me. I ask how it works, as in how to use it. We both take a moment to read the directions. Then.. he suggests taking the fan belt off before spraying it on. *blinks* Oh.. I know how to do that.. NOT. Am letting the van cool before I try this.
The front yard is up to my knees in seed heads.
Lawn mowing. The alternate cleaning strategy.