QAJ teaser #4
Aug. 31st, 2003 09:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emmagrant01This is an excerpt from next week's season opener!
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emmagrant01
Rating: R-ish
Note: See http://www.queerasjedi.com for all of season 1, plus more teasers.
*****
(Qui)
I lean against the railing and close my eyes.
I can still see strobes of colored light through my eyelids, and can feel the beat of the music pounding in my chest. It makes me dizzy, so I open my eyes again. Hundreds of bodies of various species, genders, and states of undress writhe together on the dance floor below. Confetti swirls in the air -- little bits of shimmerplast that flutter downwards for an eternity before being caught in the currents of the room's air filtering system and pushed up to the high ceiling once more. They flicker softly in the light, making the atmosphere seem ethereal -- in a twisted, drug-induced sense, that is. Those bits of color are strangely unaffected by the blaring music, even though it's nearly impossible for all of the animate occupants of this building to ignore the pulse in the air. Sometimes I think that my heart beats faster simply for hearing it.
Fuck, I've missed this place. Until this week, I hadn't been to Rising in *months*.
"Having a good time, Master?"
The voice in my ear is louder than it needs to be, considering how close Obi-Wan is standing. I wince slightly, then pull away to grin at him. He's tricked out tonight -- hair stylishly spiked with some sort of colorful glittery substance, eyes lined black, multiple piercings in his ears, nose, and eyebrow that he'll remove and heal in the morning. *I hope.* His shirt is transparent and tight, with curling silver streaks randomly woven through the fabric. At first glance it almost appears that his torso has been painted.
I raise a skeptical eyebrow at his current sense of fashion. I hope it's a phase.
He winks at me, either oblivious to or unconcerned by my disapproval. My gaze travels from my colorful padawan, up to the glittery air, and then down to a dark-haired man dancing below. He's lost his shirt since I last spotted him. His chest is glistening with sweat, and little bits of silver stuck to his skin draw my attention even more sharply. He turns his head, sees me staring at him, and smiles.
******
See you next Sunday!
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queerasjedi
Cliffhangers. Hot sex. No limits.
Web page: http://www.queerasjedi.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author:
emmagrant01Rating: R-ish
Note: See http://www.queerasjedi.com for all of season 1, plus more teasers.
*****
(Qui)
I lean against the railing and close my eyes.
I can still see strobes of colored light through my eyelids, and can feel the beat of the music pounding in my chest. It makes me dizzy, so I open my eyes again. Hundreds of bodies of various species, genders, and states of undress writhe together on the dance floor below. Confetti swirls in the air -- little bits of shimmerplast that flutter downwards for an eternity before being caught in the currents of the room's air filtering system and pushed up to the high ceiling once more. They flicker softly in the light, making the atmosphere seem ethereal -- in a twisted, drug-induced sense, that is. Those bits of color are strangely unaffected by the blaring music, even though it's nearly impossible for all of the animate occupants of this building to ignore the pulse in the air. Sometimes I think that my heart beats faster simply for hearing it.
Fuck, I've missed this place. Until this week, I hadn't been to Rising in *months*.
"Having a good time, Master?"
The voice in my ear is louder than it needs to be, considering how close Obi-Wan is standing. I wince slightly, then pull away to grin at him. He's tricked out tonight -- hair stylishly spiked with some sort of colorful glittery substance, eyes lined black, multiple piercings in his ears, nose, and eyebrow that he'll remove and heal in the morning. *I hope.* His shirt is transparent and tight, with curling silver streaks randomly woven through the fabric. At first glance it almost appears that his torso has been painted.
I raise a skeptical eyebrow at his current sense of fashion. I hope it's a phase.
He winks at me, either oblivious to or unconcerned by my disapproval. My gaze travels from my colorful padawan, up to the glittery air, and then down to a dark-haired man dancing below. He's lost his shirt since I last spotted him. His chest is glistening with sweat, and little bits of silver stuck to his skin draw my attention even more sharply. He turns his head, sees me staring at him, and smiles.
******
See you next Sunday!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
queerasjedi
Cliffhangers. Hot sex. No limits.
Web page: http://www.queerasjedi.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
