In the Woods
Feb. 15th, 2005 03:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scripsiPairing: The Hessian/The Archerwoman, Sleepy Hollow
Rating: R, for theme
Category: NC, minor (implied), a beheading, masturbation. Gee, I managed to cram all that in a drabble.
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japanpeterpan had the strenuous task of correcting it. It stemmed from a rather odd dream, combined with me wondering if Mary was just a nasty little girl, or if she had a reason to betray The Hessian.
I.
Mary Archer met her destiny one day, deep in the woods. Her sister, the coward, ran away and left Mary alone with the man on the big horse.
"Such a pretty little girl," he said, his accent foreign, and his eyes dead. When he smiled Mary could see that his teeth were sharp as razors.
Mary lost her innocence that day, deep in the woods, her screams muffled by the Hessian's large hand, but she didn't cry. Seated on his horse again he threw her a few gold coins, and though she spat after him- and he laughed, she collected them all and hid them well, when he was gone.
Weeks after, when she found herself to be mistress over his life, she didn't hesitate- she snapped the branch, perfectly aware of what that meant. She stayed, well-hidden as the men hacked the Hessian's head off his shoulders, and she saw him buried. Dry-eyed.
II.
Mary Van Tassel dug into the earth, deep in the woods, and she found what she was looking for. Unconcerned by rotting debris she pulled her treasure from the grave and took it with her to the mill. She boiled it there, making the skull glimmer white and clean.
She let her finger trace the rows of sharp teeth, and then she kissed it, letting her tongue dart between those sharp edges. For an instance dreading that the jaws would shut close. Her free hand sneaked under her skirts, touching and teasing until she found a throbbing release while she pressed the skull against her bosom.
Before she started the ritual she lifted the head high, laughing in her triumph.
"You used me, now I'm using you. Is that justice?"
The skull grinned, but Mary couldn't tell if it was laughing with her, or at her.
Rating: R, for theme
Category: NC, minor (implied), a beheading, masturbation. Gee, I managed to cram all that in a drabble.
A/N:
japanpeterpan had the strenuous task of correcting it. It stemmed from a rather odd dream, combined with me wondering if Mary was just a nasty little girl, or if she had a reason to betray The Hessian.I.
Mary Archer met her destiny one day, deep in the woods. Her sister, the coward, ran away and left Mary alone with the man on the big horse.
"Such a pretty little girl," he said, his accent foreign, and his eyes dead. When he smiled Mary could see that his teeth were sharp as razors.
Mary lost her innocence that day, deep in the woods, her screams muffled by the Hessian's large hand, but she didn't cry. Seated on his horse again he threw her a few gold coins, and though she spat after him- and he laughed, she collected them all and hid them well, when he was gone.
Weeks after, when she found herself to be mistress over his life, she didn't hesitate- she snapped the branch, perfectly aware of what that meant. She stayed, well-hidden as the men hacked the Hessian's head off his shoulders, and she saw him buried. Dry-eyed.
II.
Mary Van Tassel dug into the earth, deep in the woods, and she found what she was looking for. Unconcerned by rotting debris she pulled her treasure from the grave and took it with her to the mill. She boiled it there, making the skull glimmer white and clean.
She let her finger trace the rows of sharp teeth, and then she kissed it, letting her tongue dart between those sharp edges. For an instance dreading that the jaws would shut close. Her free hand sneaked under her skirts, touching and teasing until she found a throbbing release while she pressed the skull against her bosom.
Before she started the ritual she lifted the head high, laughing in her triumph.
"You used me, now I'm using you. Is that justice?"
The skull grinned, but Mary couldn't tell if it was laughing with her, or at her.
