Saving the Lost
"the light, the old indian said to tell her to cling to the light." i answered. "cling to the light?" "yea, those are his exact words." as i held _tightly_to the _kitsuné.
Saving the lost..
"the light, the old indian said to tell her to cling to the light." i answered. "cling to the light?" "yea, those are his exact words." as i held _tightly_to the _kitsuné.
cold winter nights
The cling from his watch lets me know we are in drive again and ready to go.
Death Monologue
They don't have to, i because you, the one with the lungs, that cling to air, so desperately. i i you only need to see the back in front of you.
Trevor Story 2
Trevor rolled his eyes, but that didn't stop him from catching a glimpse of underwear also clinging to logan's buttocks. was his ass always this nice? how had he not noticed before? was this the magic of wrestling?
The Latex Legendary
As the legendary stood upon the surface of the water, more and more latex started to cling to the legendary's body.
12 Fairtale Close
My eyes follow the way it clings to her breasts, holding them tightly-bound against her body. they look perky and welcoming, the nipples only just obscured by the fabric which wove in and out like waves across her features.
Mud Wrestling - Writing Prompt from Trevorbluesquirrel
Trevor rolled his eyes, but that didn't stop him from catching a glimpse of underwear also clinging to logan's buttocks. was his ass always this nice? how had he not noticed before? was this the magic of wrestling?
At the Protector's Feet
I was still clinging desperately to his foot but i wasn't in immediate danger of being washed off his toes and left to drown in the city sewers. however, i was still merely clinging to his scales, rather than tucked away into safety.
Same as Me
I cling to the sound of your words as the ink in my journal clings to the pages. everything about you is perfect, my wolf, and yet so imperfect are we, so against what they say we should be.
Guro Challenge #26: Plants
Cluny wasn't one to be disgusted easily, but he still found himself coughing hard, struggling to breathe in the wet clinging fumes, not enough fresh air able to reach him in the depths of the plant.
A Far Green Country
Yet no name can i summon, nor can say why i should cling to memories of these. but cling i do.