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klenaKATE~~! HERE IS PART OF YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT~~!! Unfortunately the artwork has siezed me up, so I'm splitting this into two again. D:
Selkie
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waxrose without whom I wouldn't know Kate, nor would I have to write a journal entry on my infatuation with dashes. ;D
Now with 100% added artwork~! :D
This is the tale of a foolish man who learnt the hard way of how to keep his promises and the creature that taught him the lesson.
The young man in question was a fisherman who lived in a small village just off the east coast of Northern Ireland. He was also the subject of much gossip amongst the women of the town for he was a handsome young man, fit of body and fair of looks. The ladies would breathlessly mutter in their circles of his long dark hair and his eyes, the colour of the stormy, unsettled sea.
The men would mutter about how unnatural it was for a fine young man like that - and pleasant enough of nature - to live alone in a house along the cove of the ocean and whispered that certain facts about him did not quite add up. For example, that he had not been born in the village - nor in any of the neighbouring fishing villages - but could catch fish as well as any of them or that he would often make odd remarks about the creatures living in the ocean.
However none of this idle gossip meant anything to the man for he was unconcerned with such things. His mind was full of loathing for the people and his only respite was the sea and the promise of things beyond it. And yet, when he found himself able to sail forward and vanish from that place, he was unwilling to. This puzzled him - but caused him no great concern. Nothing caused him concern.
Then, a curious thing happened.
One day he wandered along the sandy stretch near where his boat was moored. After repairing the nets of the boat, he wandered a little further up to the rocky coves, weaving his way around the jutting rocks and the pools of water when he heard a noise that made him stop in his very tracks. Listening a little closer, he heard a voice like none he had heard before - gentle but intense and rippling with a lilt of an accent he did not know. It seemed as if the voice was calling him, although he dismissed the thought the instant it formed as ridiculous, for no one used his name.
Yet his mind would not dismiss the noise and he found himself walking quietly to the direction of the voice, eventually finding an cove completely enclosed except for a gap in the rocks and the ocean itself.
The waves seemed to beat as loud as his heart as he peered around the break in the stone, both curious and afraid of what he might find. And his eyes found the source of the voice in the form of a young person, naked as the day he was born, apparently washing some odd garment in one of the rock pools facing the ocean. The young man blinked in confusion for he did not know this person nor could he understand why he-she was undressed in the middle of the nippy spring months.
His curiosity outgrew his fear as he studied the form of this stranger further. It was a lithe creature, almost frail he would have said, with markings that seemed akin to scars upon their body - marrings that trailed all down their back to the curve of their backside, and even upon its ankles and delicate wrists and fingers. The being made another noise - like that of water bubbling - and shook their sandy golden locks from their shoulders to fall around its face before lifting the garment as if to inspect it’s cleanliness.
And the young man gasped for he saw that what he had perceived to be a garment was actually the skin of a seal and the tail of a fish.
And the creature turned to look at him.
Stunned, the young man was taken aback by the beauty of this creature; this Selkie kneeling before him, its long hair falling over a good bit of his elegant face. The Selkie too also seemed startled and dropped its skin into the pool in fear before scrambling frantically back towards the ocean. The young man dashed forward and seized up the skin from the water as the Selkie stood and babbled something frantic and desperate. The young man cocked his head as if attempting to understand the garbled language of the sea creature and found himself studying the form before him.
Despite the slim build, the Selkie was male and the markings he had seen upon his back and legs wound around his body, forming an exotic pattern along the ripples of his stomach muscles and the delicate skin of his inner thighs. The Selkie seemed suddenly aware and surprisingly embarrassed about his nudity and cried out once again in his oceanic language, covering himself with his hands and looking away from the other’s gaze.
“I don’t understand,” the young man said clearly, taking a careful step toward this beautiful creature. The Selkie’s eyes darted around anxiously as if looking for a weapon or a means to escape and, when finding none, gestured towards his skin and cried out again - this time his voice almost keening.
And something within the young man broke at the cry. He frowned and moved closer to the young man who continued to back up until he was pressed up against a wall of a cliff.
The fisherman extended the hand that wasn’t holding the Selkie’s skin and cradled the younger man’s chin in an attempt to study the face which had been obscured by his hair. The Selkie gave a half-hearted protesting cry but offered little in the way of resistance and met the young man’s eyes.
He could see the ocean in them and the waves and the Selkie‘s home - despite the fact that the colour was not the colour of the ocean, but more akin to the colour of his hair. And at the look in the fisherman’s eyes, the Selkie found himself afraid for himself and pleaded once again with the man for his skin. But a deep lust had been stirred in the fisherman and he found himself unwilling to let the creature go.
Instead, he held the skin behind his back and smiled. Releasing the Selkie’s chin, he patted his chest over his heart and said:
“Sirius.”
The Selkie looked at him for a moment before attempting to repeat the word.
“…shir…asha…Sir…Sirius.” At the encouraging nod from Sirius, the Selkie removed one hand from the rocks and drummed his long slightly webbed fingers over his chest and spoke once again in his native tongue before finishing with:
“Ashta…Remus.”
“Remus?”
The Selkie dropped his head, covering himself with one hand again, and blushed at his name before nodding gently.
Sirius smiled.
The Selkie - Remus - stared mesmerised for a long moment with this beautiful young man, so different in appearance to all the others of his race, before attempting to speak again.
“I…am needing…To return…siray…asha,” Remus frowned - for he was searching for the word, before gesturing to the ocean and asking “Home?” Sirius nodded and Remus repeated, “Home - to go home.”
But the young fisherman saw the prize he had caught by accident and was unwilling to let him go - for who amongst us would be willing to return a pearl to the sea or a diamond to the rock? His heart stirred painfully in his chest - why should this creature not want to stay with him? Was he not good enough?
But the fisherman was wise and let none of these thoughts show upon his face -instead choosing to lean in closer to Remus, all the while keeping the skin out of reach. Remus, being a half head shorter than Sirius, cowered slightly and moved both his hands up, as if to protect himself.
“Please…” Remus asked again, suddenly gripping the front of Sirius’ thin cotton shirt and arching himself up until their breath twined together and Sirius could count the slight hint of freckles upon delicate face beneath him. And in that moment, as their eyes locked and Remus arched up slightly more, he knew he loved the Selkie and would never let him out of his sight again.
There was a moment , a pause as they stared at each other that lasted for days and weeks and years and seconds and heartbeats as the Selkie realised that it would be a long while before he returned home and the fisherman realised that the Selkie was meant to be his - his friend, his lover, his…his possession…
And now I go to bed to die.
Hahahaha, how many different appearances did Sirius and Remus have, ha ha ha haIlose.
More art and porn and Irish-nessness and 'Kathryn on why she uses so many dashes' tomorrow~!
Selkie
With immense thanks to my wonderful, gorgeous wifey
waxrose without whom I wouldn't know Kate, nor would I have to write a journal entry on my infatuation with dashes. ;DNow with 100% added artwork~! :D
This is the tale of a foolish man who learnt the hard way of how to keep his promises and the creature that taught him the lesson.
The young man in question was a fisherman who lived in a small village just off the east coast of Northern Ireland. He was also the subject of much gossip amongst the women of the town for he was a handsome young man, fit of body and fair of looks. The ladies would breathlessly mutter in their circles of his long dark hair and his eyes, the colour of the stormy, unsettled sea.
The men would mutter about how unnatural it was for a fine young man like that - and pleasant enough of nature - to live alone in a house along the cove of the ocean and whispered that certain facts about him did not quite add up. For example, that he had not been born in the village - nor in any of the neighbouring fishing villages - but could catch fish as well as any of them or that he would often make odd remarks about the creatures living in the ocean.
However none of this idle gossip meant anything to the man for he was unconcerned with such things. His mind was full of loathing for the people and his only respite was the sea and the promise of things beyond it. And yet, when he found himself able to sail forward and vanish from that place, he was unwilling to. This puzzled him - but caused him no great concern. Nothing caused him concern.
Then, a curious thing happened.
One day he wandered along the sandy stretch near where his boat was moored. After repairing the nets of the boat, he wandered a little further up to the rocky coves, weaving his way around the jutting rocks and the pools of water when he heard a noise that made him stop in his very tracks. Listening a little closer, he heard a voice like none he had heard before - gentle but intense and rippling with a lilt of an accent he did not know. It seemed as if the voice was calling him, although he dismissed the thought the instant it formed as ridiculous, for no one used his name.
Yet his mind would not dismiss the noise and he found himself walking quietly to the direction of the voice, eventually finding an cove completely enclosed except for a gap in the rocks and the ocean itself.
The waves seemed to beat as loud as his heart as he peered around the break in the stone, both curious and afraid of what he might find. And his eyes found the source of the voice in the form of a young person, naked as the day he was born, apparently washing some odd garment in one of the rock pools facing the ocean. The young man blinked in confusion for he did not know this person nor could he understand why he-she was undressed in the middle of the nippy spring months.
His curiosity outgrew his fear as he studied the form of this stranger further. It was a lithe creature, almost frail he would have said, with markings that seemed akin to scars upon their body - marrings that trailed all down their back to the curve of their backside, and even upon its ankles and delicate wrists and fingers. The being made another noise - like that of water bubbling - and shook their sandy golden locks from their shoulders to fall around its face before lifting the garment as if to inspect it’s cleanliness.
And the young man gasped for he saw that what he had perceived to be a garment was actually the skin of a seal and the tail of a fish.
And the creature turned to look at him.
Stunned, the young man was taken aback by the beauty of this creature; this Selkie kneeling before him, its long hair falling over a good bit of his elegant face. The Selkie too also seemed startled and dropped its skin into the pool in fear before scrambling frantically back towards the ocean. The young man dashed forward and seized up the skin from the water as the Selkie stood and babbled something frantic and desperate. The young man cocked his head as if attempting to understand the garbled language of the sea creature and found himself studying the form before him.
Despite the slim build, the Selkie was male and the markings he had seen upon his back and legs wound around his body, forming an exotic pattern along the ripples of his stomach muscles and the delicate skin of his inner thighs. The Selkie seemed suddenly aware and surprisingly embarrassed about his nudity and cried out once again in his oceanic language, covering himself with his hands and looking away from the other’s gaze.
“I don’t understand,” the young man said clearly, taking a careful step toward this beautiful creature. The Selkie’s eyes darted around anxiously as if looking for a weapon or a means to escape and, when finding none, gestured towards his skin and cried out again - this time his voice almost keening.
And something within the young man broke at the cry. He frowned and moved closer to the young man who continued to back up until he was pressed up against a wall of a cliff.
The fisherman extended the hand that wasn’t holding the Selkie’s skin and cradled the younger man’s chin in an attempt to study the face which had been obscured by his hair. The Selkie gave a half-hearted protesting cry but offered little in the way of resistance and met the young man’s eyes.
He could see the ocean in them and the waves and the Selkie‘s home - despite the fact that the colour was not the colour of the ocean, but more akin to the colour of his hair. And at the look in the fisherman’s eyes, the Selkie found himself afraid for himself and pleaded once again with the man for his skin. But a deep lust had been stirred in the fisherman and he found himself unwilling to let the creature go.
Instead, he held the skin behind his back and smiled. Releasing the Selkie’s chin, he patted his chest over his heart and said:
“Sirius.”
The Selkie looked at him for a moment before attempting to repeat the word.
“…shir…asha…Sir…Sirius.” At the encouraging nod from Sirius, the Selkie removed one hand from the rocks and drummed his long slightly webbed fingers over his chest and spoke once again in his native tongue before finishing with:
“Ashta…Remus.”
“Remus?”
The Selkie dropped his head, covering himself with one hand again, and blushed at his name before nodding gently.
Sirius smiled.
The Selkie - Remus - stared mesmerised for a long moment with this beautiful young man, so different in appearance to all the others of his race, before attempting to speak again.
“I…am needing…To return…siray…asha,” Remus frowned - for he was searching for the word, before gesturing to the ocean and asking “Home?” Sirius nodded and Remus repeated, “Home - to go home.”
But the young fisherman saw the prize he had caught by accident and was unwilling to let him go - for who amongst us would be willing to return a pearl to the sea or a diamond to the rock? His heart stirred painfully in his chest - why should this creature not want to stay with him? Was he not good enough?
But the fisherman was wise and let none of these thoughts show upon his face -instead choosing to lean in closer to Remus, all the while keeping the skin out of reach. Remus, being a half head shorter than Sirius, cowered slightly and moved both his hands up, as if to protect himself.
“Please…” Remus asked again, suddenly gripping the front of Sirius’ thin cotton shirt and arching himself up until their breath twined together and Sirius could count the slight hint of freckles upon delicate face beneath him. And in that moment, as their eyes locked and Remus arched up slightly more, he knew he loved the Selkie and would never let him out of his sight again.
There was a moment , a pause as they stared at each other that lasted for days and weeks and years and seconds and heartbeats as the Selkie realised that it would be a long while before he returned home and the fisherman realised that the Selkie was meant to be his - his friend, his lover, his…his possession…
And now I go to bed to die.
Hahahaha, how many different appearances did Sirius and Remus have, ha ha ha haIlose.
More art and porn and Irish-nessness and 'Kathryn on why she uses so many dashes' tomorrow~!
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Date: 2006-02-27 01:20 am (UTC)I loved it even more the second time around. :))))
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Date: 2006-02-27 05:11 pm (UTC)I love you~~!