Five Drabbles inspired by Gifs from Tumblr

1.

It’s just a mental image. Something scraped together from moments and fractions of moments. Still it haunts Alexander like a memory of lost love. A simple quirk of her lips that turns her smile from mocking to painfully intimate as she lays in silk that is infinitely more beautiful than nakedness. But it’s her eyes, clear and blue like pure ice, somehow warm and painfully intimate. He plans to do what needs to be done to make the moment real. Not forever, of course. Her looks will fade, and their bonds will be tested. But there will be a moment.

( Cut for more gifs )

Her smile dies on her lips in an instant as the pang in her chest kills turns her face into a mask. Beautiful and cold, there’s nothing left to soften the arrogance that’s a part of Elenore’s nature. Makes her harsh and hard to like for even people who used to love her when it comes at the wrong time. The bitter truth about using the mask is that when someone makes her use it, makes her tap into the cold well of logic, she doesn’t care anymore. They’ve already killed a little more of her scan faith and affection.

3.

Something breaks far too badly for her to put up a mask. Something animal comes to the surface. Makes her look every bit as dangerous as she actually is for a moment. Her voice is strident and harsh, making the much bigger man take a step back, for a moment. His rank, his office, and everything else of import is forgotten under her verbal assault. The image she paints of decimation and loss is the first thing that makes him remember how fragile human life is in years. Later he’ll be humiliated. Angry. But not before he changes his policy.

4.

Elenore didn’t believe she could be honestly, absolutely attracted to another woman until she saw the woman with scales locked in a prison cell. She knows why, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. Xenophilia. An intense sexual attraction sentient beings with markers that are inherently inhuman. A quirk born of the way she sees the world and her alienation from humanity as a child. It doesn’t stop the warmth in her voice as she whispers the words that shock the other woman in their sincerity. Or the relationship that develops and dies for obvious reasons. She does learn.

5.

In the post coital glow, Elenore felt more or less soft and cuddly. It was a rare, beautiful kind of feeling not to want to keep her walls up for a little while. It made it easier for her banter without teeth, teasing with a gentle affection. She even considered the possibility of letting him sleep over for the first time. Then he said the wrong thing, something with a little too much truth that was a little bit too raw. She pulls back like she’d been bitten. He wouldn’t be sleeping over that night, or any other after that.