Fic - What Are You Doing the Rest of Your Life (15/16)

... fate, Jasper bowed at her. "Will you do me the honor of granting me a dance?" "Why, Mr. Whitlock," she teased. "I think I will." It might have been the unearthly paleness of their alabastor skin against the harsh gym lights or the fact that their clothes cost more money than some of their fellow students had ever imagined, or it might have been the way they looked at each other as if the ...

Fic: We're Proud: YuGiOh

...hadn't noticed was there. She didn't offer anymore information as to what she knew or how she knew it, so Marik took the silence to survery his surroundings. He was in a room made of white alabastor. It reminded him of the Pharaoh's palace back in Egypt, but even more... holy, if that was the correct word. Another chuckle disrupted his thoughts. This one was deeper and clearly a man. The spikey ...

Defense Against the Dark Arts Class 1

.... Do you dare to enter? He slipped a fingertip along the clock on his desk. It was almost time. His back moved until it touched the chair behind him, fingertips absently smoothing under the white alabastor snake generously wrapped around his shoulders and trailing down his arms. "Quite a few today, isn't it, dear?" Of course, the Parselmouth that fell from his lips, he doubt anyone would ...

A new arrival and a discovery . . .

...only the curves of her body revealed she was indeed a woman though slender and clearly underfed. Her plain tunic was in tatters and many runes could be seen covering her body pale pink like scars against her alabastor skin. In a world where size was not taken much into account she still seemed frail. It was not her body or her height, but the haunting glow in her amber eyes that seemed to need to ...

..., a longing to find her half. She felt incomplete, and she never wanted to feel that way. She sighed, as she flopped back into her quilted cover, staring at the ceiling. Jane was a petite, with alabastor skin, blue eyes, and dark brown hair, the color of mud. Jane never thought herself as pretty. She was always insecure about her looks, she was short, her legs were, in her own words, the lenght of...

Chat Room Quickfire Challenge: Purple Prose - bad!Porn

... were a prize stallion that needed to be broken. bhsbaby The quivering bud twitched spazzmodically while anticipating Dean's corrupting influence. spacenewt Precum dripping in flowerlike patterns onto the alabastor skin of his lovers stomach extraonions DEAN'S REHYMENATED ASS FLOWER OPENED BEFORE THE FEATHERY CELESTIAL ANGELS THICK STAMEN OF ANGEL POLLEN LIKE A ROSE. bhsbaby Dean was ...

... An overcast sky (never turned Prince on ...tehe) is the pinnacle of ideal outside scenery, especially for someone like me who has an odd sensitivity to sunlight in the eyes ...  and skin, obviously.  My alabastor pigment would be highly offended by the UVA rays.  Highly offended and highly burnt.  That's okay, though.  I've learned not to care the slightest bit about my extreme lack of melanin.  ...

... body, obviously enjoying her struggles. The other two seemed shocked I had appeared. "You fuckin' said he worked all night." "Shut the fuck up." I growled and crouched, "Get out." "We don't think so Alabastor." I leapt at the one who used my old name, tearing at him with teeth and hands. I could feel the second ripping at the flesh of my ribs. One of them said, "Kill her. See how ...

.... Special didn't really fit to describe him. There weren't enough words in the dictionary- muggle, wizard or otherwise, to describe Draco Malfoy. Draco was beautiful to say the least. His alabastor skin was almost ethereal like smooth marble over his bones. He was an arch angel cast as an accountant. Draco Malfoy was painfully, wonderfully perfect. He was also awfully, terribly unattainable. Harry...

Memory

Locked inside An inferno of repression Where warring minds And rash action Dominate the scene   How far?   A tainted memory Of violent affection A life of pushing Pulling Destroying   Alabastor skin Interrupted by Purple splotches of the past Pushed to the surface By the king of cups