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Sep. 29., 2012 | 11:51 pm
Uzdūros vienai no retajām lietām, kas man saistībā ar Harija Potera tēliem šķita laba esam. Šeit uzslava ir jādod gan ne Roulingai.
"You would look prettier wearing red.”
It always started this way, with some innocent words from Godric. And it always -well, not always, most of the time- ended up with her pressed against the wall by his lean body.
He was warm, every part of his body was. She could notice it despite her dress. Maybe it was the famous Gryffindor's blood running through his veins or the fact that his colors were fire and gold. It felt securing and soft on her cold skin. Rowena loved that: his hot lips and tongue trying to find salvation in her cool mouth, as avid as a man just getting out of the desert and finding a bottle of fresh water. Godric could be the greatest duelist of the age, the perfect man of war... but she was the real conqueror.
"You would look prettier wearing red.”
It always started this way, with some innocent words from Godric. And it always -well, not always, most of the time- ended up with her pressed against the wall by his lean body.
He was warm, every part of his body was. She could notice it despite her dress. Maybe it was the famous Gryffindor's blood running through his veins or the fact that his colors were fire and gold. It felt securing and soft on her cold skin. Rowena loved that: his hot lips and tongue trying to find salvation in her cool mouth, as avid as a man just getting out of the desert and finding a bottle of fresh water. Godric could be the greatest duelist of the age, the perfect man of war... but she was the real conqueror.