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[Amnesty] The Old Guard: Rating: Teen
Title: Worship
Fandom: The Old Guard
Pairing: Joe/Nicky
Length: 300
Rating: Teen
Prompt: 27 September 2020: "the secret of your beauty and the mystery of your soul"
Summary: Nicky compares Joe to an artichoke.
A voice cut through the hubbub of the market.
“What are you thinking of, habibi?”
Nicky didn’t look up. “The secret of your beauty and the mystery of your soul.”
“Oof. And here I thought I had a rival for your affections in that artichoke you’re holding.”
“The spiral of an artichoke’s leaves can be described by the Fibonacci Sequence and represented by a group of golden rectangles called a Fibonacci Spiral. In an artichoke, there are multiples of these spirals. The leaves are produced by the plant lacking a certain hormone every 137.5 degrees, which is the Golden Angle. Golden rectangles, golden angles, like your golden smile, like your golden skin when kissed by the afternoon light, like the golden warmth that shines from your eyes. It’s beautiful like you are beautiful, and also a mystery like you are a mystery. How could so much love be contained in one vessel?”
“Hayati…” Joe leaned into Nicky, his eyes dark and wanting. Then he pulled back, his hand on Nicky’s sleeve, and scanned their environs. They were terribly exposed in this market. Not a single nook or cranny in sight. Joe made a noise of frustration and leaned back in and dropped his voice to a whisper only Nicky could hear.
“Okay, tonight, after dinner,” Joe promised in a strained voice, “I am going to worship you. I am going to peel every single part of you away, just like that artichoke, and kiss it, kiss you ‘til you’re faint, from the top of your head to—what?”
Nicky was frowning. “I was planning on worshiping you tonight.”
Joe’s eyes widened, and the phrase ‘fuck your plans’ hovered on his tongue, but he said, “You. Tomorrow. Me. Tonight. Now buy the damn artichokes.”
And then he stalked off, leaving Nicky smiling.
Fandom: The Old Guard
Pairing: Joe/Nicky
Length: 300
Rating: Teen
Prompt: 27 September 2020: "the secret of your beauty and the mystery of your soul"
Summary: Nicky compares Joe to an artichoke.
A voice cut through the hubbub of the market.
“What are you thinking of, habibi?”
Nicky didn’t look up. “The secret of your beauty and the mystery of your soul.”
“Oof. And here I thought I had a rival for your affections in that artichoke you’re holding.”
“The spiral of an artichoke’s leaves can be described by the Fibonacci Sequence and represented by a group of golden rectangles called a Fibonacci Spiral. In an artichoke, there are multiples of these spirals. The leaves are produced by the plant lacking a certain hormone every 137.5 degrees, which is the Golden Angle. Golden rectangles, golden angles, like your golden smile, like your golden skin when kissed by the afternoon light, like the golden warmth that shines from your eyes. It’s beautiful like you are beautiful, and also a mystery like you are a mystery. How could so much love be contained in one vessel?”
“Hayati…” Joe leaned into Nicky, his eyes dark and wanting. Then he pulled back, his hand on Nicky’s sleeve, and scanned their environs. They were terribly exposed in this market. Not a single nook or cranny in sight. Joe made a noise of frustration and leaned back in and dropped his voice to a whisper only Nicky could hear.
“Okay, tonight, after dinner,” Joe promised in a strained voice, “I am going to worship you. I am going to peel every single part of you away, just like that artichoke, and kiss it, kiss you ‘til you’re faint, from the top of your head to—what?”
Nicky was frowning. “I was planning on worshiping you tonight.”
Joe’s eyes widened, and the phrase ‘fuck your plans’ hovered on his tongue, but he said, “You. Tomorrow. Me. Tonight. Now buy the damn artichokes.”
And then he stalked off, leaving Nicky smiling.