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| Anonymous #809514 6 months ago |
is that spike? |
| Stormfall #809573 6 months ago |
Yup. |
| Anonymous #809854 6 months ago |
Human or pony, John Joseco draws the absolute best Octavia. Dat suit. |
| LightningLazer #809934 6 months ago |
@514
Do you not see the tags? |
| Anonymous #810191 6 months ago |
Acoustic guitar is an interesting choice for Spike. I thought he'd be more electric or drums. And he can already play piano. |
| Saufsoldat #810205 6 months ago |
Tavi, that's not how you play a violin. You won't get much out of it if you put the bow below the bridge.
Maybe you should stick to your cello. |
| SpikeSpiegel #810346 6 months ago |
Octavia curiously looked over her shoulder at the young man, strumming away as their audience looked even more puzzled. He was an unexpected addition to the concerto; an even more odd sight than he usually was, dressed in an unkempt grey shirt (Which, in all likelihood, was probably white, one upon a time). Appearing right from behind the red curtains, smiling like a loon on the eve of a crescent in the sky; a cross between a gallant knight and a busybody of a fool.
The strum of the guitar tingled upon her ears. The smooth twang of tension, metal and a finger-pinched pick echoed like the howl of the summer breeze through a cavern. Strike after strike against its strings greeted her senses as his fingers flew magnificently to back-up her own solo. The crowd look slack-jawed, wide-eyed, hearts a-pounding and skin shivering at every twinge of the maestro and his instrument. She would have none of it. Octavia resumed, and he followed: she struck high, and he was low. A chase of symphonies and treble-clefts and minims and semi-breves. A predator and her prey; a tiger and gazelle, beasts of sound and noise and ecstasy playing and playing as their music cried out into the hall like the storms from the heavens themselves. Sweat upon her brow and her palm did nothing to her fatigue; it was as though she was rising higher and higher; and below her, he had given chase, eager to trap his prize. A high note travelled to a low key, and Spike lost more and more of himself with every strum, suddenly enticed by the black-clad enchantress' siren song. Octavia's first love, her music, would always guide her; always dragged her to heights no man she had ever hoped to achieve. It was more than her other half. It was part of her soul; her voice; her lust and pride that danced and twirled until there was naught but her under the stars, naked and satisfied and wet and crying out. A strum; a strike; an end... and their fingers rested, exhausted, fell to their sides with their hands. The hall rose to its feet and the thunder of righteous judgement echoed in a deafening roar. Octavia bowed; ever the professional. The amateur to her right only looked on, shouldering that beautiful instrument, that guitar, ever-so casually. Ever the amateur, ever the surprising bastard and ever the clown; she could go down forever with the list of things she could compare him to. How much of a mule, how much of a prick, how much of a listening soul, how much of an insanely persistent boy he was. She decided to show him. So right in front of all those people, all her friends and her family, she bloody well did kiss him. |
| QuelloScelto #812590 6 months ago |
^ Brace yourselves....Spiketavia Shipping has born |
| Anonymous #839082 6 months ago |
This pairing works for some odd reason. |
| Anonymous #944483 5 months ago |
Some how i find this a little wittle bit disturbing coz all i seen on the net is only the Octavia/Pon3 shipping only never a hetero one not that I'm against it or anything it's just new to me. |
| Anonymous #993855 5 months ago |
The pic and SS's little fic made me think of this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Nudz3L9tpo&feature=related |
| Anonymous #1045680 4 months ago |
@S.S.
.......wow. that was amazing bro/brah |