#starry microfic
taking sacrament
daily micro #43, for @iero0 , prompt ‘please don’t say it’ cw: explicit, religious imagery
I kneel to worship at Harry’s feet, my soul bared — have I earned his absolution? I want to ask, but I won’t. I can’t bear either answer: Yes, he says, and it means he fucks me thinking of paradise; no, he tells me, and it means I am only his debasement.
happiness crowding forward
daily micro #15, for @onbeinganangel, prompt ‘no fabric’
The sun’s warmth as their only clothes, they lay, skin on bare skin, tangled in the tall grasses. “I never thought I could earn this,” Draco mumbled, quiet as the breeze’s breath, like he meant it only for the clover’s ears.
“This,” answered Harry, “is given freely and without cost.”