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FIC: Potential (SotL/M'ways)
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schiarire
TITLE: Potential
FANDOM: SotL/M'ways
PAIRING: Lucifer/Delia of Eldorne
RATING: M
WORDS: 178
DISCLAIMER: Delia of Eldorne comes from the Song of the Lioness, and thus belongs to Tamora Pierce. This version of Lucifer belongs tofahye
WARNINGS: sadomasochistic imagery
Potential
No business in the bar, no sex or violence either. Simple enough rules, really, and they are
(two patrons, just two patrons; one lounging in a booth and the other standing in a short-short skirt and high-high boots)
not breaking them, oh no. Nothing so obvious, so overt or blatant. Breaking the rules in potential
(of those long artist's fingers breaking the fragile bones in her wrist; of pale skin bruised and stained with her living-dead blood; of that husky voice whimpering and whispering 'please, please')
is not a crime, though it almost should be. She's been a good girl, oh yes, such a good girl that the air around her has been crackling with boredom and restraint and faithfulness and
(gods Delia is missing the violence from after Roger's death; from being pushed into a wall and her dress cut to shreds before her skin; from all the niceties of court vanishing in a haze of blades scoring her perfect back because she just doesn't care)
Lucifer's always been talented at setting fires with nothing but potential.
schiarireTITLE: Potential
FANDOM: SotL/M'ways
PAIRING: Lucifer/Delia of Eldorne
RATING: M
WORDS: 178
DISCLAIMER: Delia of Eldorne comes from the Song of the Lioness, and thus belongs to Tamora Pierce. This version of Lucifer belongs to
fahyeWARNINGS: sadomasochistic imagery
No business in the bar, no sex or violence either. Simple enough rules, really, and they are
(two patrons, just two patrons; one lounging in a booth and the other standing in a short-short skirt and high-high boots)
not breaking them, oh no. Nothing so obvious, so overt or blatant. Breaking the rules in potential
(of those long artist's fingers breaking the fragile bones in her wrist; of pale skin bruised and stained with her living-dead blood; of that husky voice whimpering and whispering 'please, please')
is not a crime, though it almost should be. She's been a good girl, oh yes, such a good girl that the air around her has been crackling with boredom and restraint and faithfulness and
(gods Delia is missing the violence from after Roger's death; from being pushed into a wall and her dress cut to shreds before her skin; from all the niceties of court vanishing in a haze of blades scoring her perfect back because she just doesn't care)
Lucifer's always been talented at setting fires with nothing but potential.