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dexstarrTitle: Blue
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Word Count: 150
Rating: PG-13
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femslash100 #290: Remainder, femslash100 #276: Ocean
Characters: Narcissa Malfoy/Astoria Greengrass
Warnings: Implied femmeslash.
Author's Note: I wrote this in a couple of minutes, and decided not to mess with or edit endlessly since it was exactly 150 words.
Disclaimer: HP and all assorted belong to JKR and are not mine.
Summary: Astoria has never seen anyone with such blue eyes.
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Astoria has never seen anyone with such blue eyes. At first, she wonders if Narcissa is using a cosmetics charm, but she immediately discards that possibility as vulgar. A woman as beautiful and as refined as Narcissa would never resort to such trickery.
She could lose herself in those blue eyes, and often does. After careful thought, she has decided that there are different shades of blue—the dark of the ocean, the light of the sky—intertwined, as is appropriate.
‘Astoria?’
‘Yes, Mrs Malfoy?’
‘Come here.’ Narcissa pats the settee, hand gracefully gesturing to the spot right beside her. Astoria’s heart flutters. ‘And call me Narcissa, darling.’
Her throat goes dry, but the name rolls off her tongue like a smooth wave. She has called it out at night, covers up to her chin, hand furtively buried between her thighs. ‘Yes, Narcissa,’ she says, and takes the first hopeful step forwards.
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Author:
dexstarrWord Count: 150
Rating: PG-13
Challenge:
femslash100 #290: Remainder, femslash100 #276: OceanCharacters: Narcissa Malfoy/Astoria Greengrass
Warnings: Implied femmeslash.
Author's Note: I wrote this in a couple of minutes, and decided not to mess with or edit endlessly since it was exactly 150 words.
Disclaimer: HP and all assorted belong to JKR and are not mine.
Summary: Astoria has never seen anyone with such blue eyes.
***
Astoria has never seen anyone with such blue eyes. At first, she wonders if Narcissa is using a cosmetics charm, but she immediately discards that possibility as vulgar. A woman as beautiful and as refined as Narcissa would never resort to such trickery.
She could lose herself in those blue eyes, and often does. After careful thought, she has decided that there are different shades of blue—the dark of the ocean, the light of the sky—intertwined, as is appropriate.
‘Astoria?’
‘Yes, Mrs Malfoy?’
‘Come here.’ Narcissa pats the settee, hand gracefully gesturing to the spot right beside her. Astoria’s heart flutters. ‘And call me Narcissa, darling.’
Her throat goes dry, but the name rolls off her tongue like a smooth wave. She has called it out at night, covers up to her chin, hand furtively buried between her thighs. ‘Yes, Narcissa,’ she says, and takes the first hopeful step forwards.
***
