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  1. Blood Ties Sequel

    in Fanfiction

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    I was just about to reply when I got this anonymous pm stating that you demanded this be read Ms. ;)

     

    Ah. Anonymous. In other words: Marie ;) She does write wonderful PMs demanding things' date=' doesn't she?

     

    Ha! I already did it and loved Morgase's cruelty and now want Thom/Lan!

     

    No wonder Mo was the way she was with Elayne in the first one. Thought that one was excellent too.

     

    Thanks. Ah, yes, I shall write Thom/Lan in a valiant attempt to expand my writing horizons! Oooh...a welcome back present methinks.

     

    I shall blame you all and your inspiring me to write if I fail my exams, me also thinks. ;)

  3. [Split] Moiraine, Jr

    in The Books

    Posted

    Nynaeve is alot more anoying then Moiraine! She lies to make herself seem better, she thinks she is better then everybody else, she is mean to Moiraine mostly because she is jealous of her and she is ALWAYS angry.

     

    Wow. You just described every teenage girl that ever lived. ;)

  6. Blood Ties Sequel

    in Fanfiction

    Posted

    Blood Ties

     

    A sequel. But really a prequel.

     

    ~

     

    “I’m getting a bit bored with you,” Her succulent tones came from behind Moiraine, managing to sound both sultry and not terribly interested at the same time.

     

    Moiraine sat on the floor, legs folded, leafing through a collection of essays about various theories on the Power and its origins. She paused, curling a corner down on one of the yellowing pages, and then flicking it over. Morgase was becoming impatient, irritably slapping her fingers down on her bare thigh.

     

    “Didn’t you hear me?” She demanded irritably.

     

    “Certainly I did,”

     

    “And?”

     

    Moiraine shrugged as if it were of no great importance.

     

    “I mean,” Morgase shifted herself, propping her head up on her elbow. “You’re not terribly interesting. I expected, being a Cairhienin and of noble stock and all that, you’d at least provide some stimulating conversation…some witty banter…or at least have let me seen you without your small clothes by now…”

     

    “We’re not all Andoran,” Moiraine said mildly, running her fingers across the fine vellum of the books binding.

     

    Morgase let out an explosive breath. “You make it sound like wanting to have sex is all about blood,”

     

    “Well, Morgase, I went through my first few years here –”

     

    “Without knowing the rapturous pleasure of the flesh,” Morgase’s lips twitched. “I’m not even surprised, you being such a horribly frigid little thing. What about that girl Siuan?”

     

    Moiraine frowned pensively, pausing over a particularly disturbing picture of what appeared to be a man entwined with a horse in a most indecent act. She blushed, turning the page. “Siuan is my friend,”

     

    “Please. I’m not as pathetically stupid as most of these Novices,” Her lips curled around the word ‘Novice’, spitting it out with contempt, as if she thought not one of them deserved to an innate of the Tower. “I bet you’re stealing sweaty moments with her everywhere,”

     

    Moiraine turned her head slightly. “Amazing that you’ve spent only three weeks here and yet you think you know all there is to know about me,”

     

    Morgase cast her eyes skywards. “Spare me. You can glean all you need to know about a person in the first ten minutes – whether they’d sleep with you, whether they’re weak enough to be bothered attempting to repress –”

     

    “You’re a cruel girl, Morgase,”

     

    “No,” Suddenly Morgase was soft, voice less sultry. “I’d make a good Queen,”

     

    “Tigraine shows no signs of dropping dead,”

     

    “No. Mores the pity,” Morgase sighed, flopping back on the bed, gold hair casting out behind her on the pillow. “A girl must take her advantages where she can find them…you know I’ll never be half as strong in the power as you…or any-bloody-body…so I’ll simply have to make do with banging the brains out of any Aes Sedai fortunate enough to cross my path,”

     

    “Some of them wouldn’t –”

     

    “I’m pretty and they’re sexually repressed,” Morgase said flatly. “After nibbling on their ear lobes for awhile, they’d see my way of thinking,”

     

    Moiraine gave a half-laugh. “You’re too confident, Morgase. Someday someone will knock you off that perch,”

     

    “Or I’ll mellow and loose my libido,” Morgase frowned up into the ceiling. “The future is looking dim at the moment,”

     

    “You’re 14. You’ll grow out of the lusting after everything that moves,”

     

    “Funny that. You seem to be unable to take your eyes off that rather ravishing drawing of a young man clad in very little. It’s not even moving,”

     

    Moiraine blushed and slammed the book shut.

     

    “Such a Cairhienin,” Morgase was suddenly very close to her ear and Moiraine felt her teeth bite very lightly.

     

    Moiraine gave an involuntary shudder and Morgase, encouraged, slid down to sit beside her, moving from nibbling her ears to her neck. Moiraine sat silent, fingers hooked over the cover of the book. “Oh for the love of the light!” Morgase moved back and sat on her haunches irritably, her shift twisting in a way that left little to the imagination. Had, Moiraine thought weakly, the Tower kitted her out in the smallest shift they could find? Morgase was hardly petite and the gown clung in…suggestive places. “Will you please respond? You’re just getting irritating now,”

     

    “I –” Moiraine’s thoughts were suddenly cut off when Morgase’s tongue was thrust – rudely, Moraine thought vaguely – inside her mouth. Moiraine’s fingers curled and uncurled, then reached up to stroke back Morgase’s hair, before responding, opening her mouth and letting her tongues collide. It was immediately a battle for dominance, Morgase’ fingernail’s digging into her arm.

     

    And then Morgase had Moiraine’s back pressed to the ground and was smiling, in a wholly triumphant way. “I always win, you realise,”

     

    Moiraine grunted.

     

    “Now…” Morgase lowered herself, this time gently kissing, her victory already won, shifting one hand under Moiraine’s shift, flicking across the top of her thighs, amused to note how Moiraine shifted and sighed in a wholly un-Moiraine like way. “Oh, dear me, do I detect lust?” Done with stroking – it did become boring after awhile, she thought, all that caring and petting – she plunged her thumb inside Moiraine, who stiffened and squeaked. “Aren’t we scraping away all the veneers of iciness this evening?” Moiraine only responded with a well-timed glare, dragging her fingernails along the floor.

     

    Another finger joined the thumb, thrusting rather than stoking, and then another…Moiraine felt herself tremble involuntarily. “You don’t actually like me, do you?” She heard Morgase’s voice say from somewhere above. “I mean…not really. We couldn’t really be lovers in the conventional sense,”

     

    Moiraine gave an indistinguishable moan.

     

    Morgase smiled. “Is my monologue annoying?”

     

    “Quite,” Moiraine forced out, jerking slightly.

     

    “Good,” With a final thrust, she left Moiraine panting and spent, trembling from the effects of her climax. Morgase moved back, surveying the scene with a dispassionate eye. “I really do find you boring, you know. But you are rather pretty,”

     

    ~

     

    The End

     

     

    The italics are messed up. I'm sorry. I really couldn't be bothered fixing them, so you'll have to endure...;)Or marie will fix them.

  7. Crafty, Ew

    in Inspiration

    Posted

    Why is there no catholic shame smilie? :runcry: doesn't look ashamed enough for a former catholic.

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    *gazes at collection of smilies*

     

    They really should have a little confession box, methinks...

  20. A sad day...

    in The Books

    Posted

    I like writing withering and acidic emails, to use your own words...its how I got my New Spring off Amazon...or my 25gb inbox with hotmail...granted they took that off me again...but hey, it still proves the power of the almighty poison pen...

     

    *is loving all the ...*

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