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Dec. 30th, 2004 08:17 amY mas relatos de pequeños fandoms. Uno excelente en el universo de Dangerous Liaisons aqui, con toda la crueldad elegante de la original - pero aqui la Marquise de Merteuil es implacable.
She begins to make her way back to her room. Halfway up the stairs she places her hand on the marble newel post and feels soft warmth instead of the anticipated chill of stone. Someone has left a pair of gloves discarded there, delicate white kid, and the Marquise stands there for a moment, fingering them. An idea is germinating like a pestilent seed, and when the Marquise slides her hand inside the glove, it breaks the surface. Her hand inside the glove could be anyone's hand--not here the tiny scar on her forefinger where she cut herself on a broken perfume bottle at thirteen, not here the pale half-moons of her nails, buffed luminescent. The white kid is supple, but also opaque. Anyone's hand at all.
The Marquise's laughter echoes gaily as she ascends the final flight.
- - Gold, Steel, Light, and Diamonds
She begins to make her way back to her room. Halfway up the stairs she places her hand on the marble newel post and feels soft warmth instead of the anticipated chill of stone. Someone has left a pair of gloves discarded there, delicate white kid, and the Marquise stands there for a moment, fingering them. An idea is germinating like a pestilent seed, and when the Marquise slides her hand inside the glove, it breaks the surface. Her hand inside the glove could be anyone's hand--not here the tiny scar on her forefinger where she cut herself on a broken perfume bottle at thirteen, not here the pale half-moons of her nails, buffed luminescent. The white kid is supple, but also opaque. Anyone's hand at all.
The Marquise's laughter echoes gaily as she ascends the final flight.
- - Gold, Steel, Light, and Diamonds
