It gets better...three of the five I wrote placed in the juu ten. As per usual, like in the Inuyasha au Ai no Kusabi world, my uandishi style never does fit well in any genre lol...it just is. I am, as always humbled and pleased that others enjoyed what was written from musings brought up from that fetid pit of a mind of mine. I so loved all that placed for juu ten and agree wholeheartedly with the winners in each segment. Congrats all. I wish to thank everyone that read, smiled, and voted. TOTALLY UNEXPECTED.The three that placed were:

Mottled pink sweatshirt - 3rd
Lavender Sachet -6th
Meditation in White - 10th

If interested...here they are

Lavender Sachet - PG 13 - Humor

First a bouquet of wild flowers left at her door. However, it was the inayofuata gift of costly lavender, in a silken, violet pouch that raised the Prince’s ire. Apparently it had been brought all the way from Gaul, if the rumours were to be countenanced.

Morgana was amused; Arthur, not so much.

She had been all smiles this afternoon, perpetually humming.
The scent had become synonymous with her along with the laundered sheets she carried to her Mistress’s chambers.

Arthur’s jaws clenched as he slipped back into the shadowy alcove eyes intent upon she of the dark curls, wholly beguiled kwa the tantalizing sway of her hips as she moved.

Once found. He would gut him. If he could not have her, neither could...a shadow further down caught his attention.

He knew that swagger in pursuit of the petite, violet clad female. The rakish grin sealed his fate.

“GWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAINE!”

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Mottled pink sweatshirt - PG - Humor

Leaning against the bathroom door, Gwen smirked around her toothbrush dark eyes appreciatively taking in the rather splendid male regally propped against the pillows in their bed.

She knew that heated gaze covetously drinking in her barely perceptible curves beneath the unprepossessing sweatshirt, three sizes too large, as it skimmed her pert derriere.

Once Pendragon red, now a soft pink that enhanced the warm amber hue of her skin in the evening’s light.

“You, Sir are a pervert.”

Arthur grinned unrepentantly and languidly stretched allowing the sheets to rid down further exposing well defined abs.

Two could play at this game she mused, expertly flicking the toothbrush over her shoulder, far zaidi interested in the preening male with the come hither look.

“I see, Excalibur is on form tonight, Sire.”

Damn the lascivious grin plastered across perfectly chiselled features.

“Understandable. He’s missing his sheath, Guinevere.”

“Touché, my Lord,” Guinevere blushed.

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Meditation In White - G - Romance

Crisp, white flakes continued to dance upon the wind, wending their way slowly to the ground, dulling the sound of her footfalls in the clearing below the copse.


Gwen breathed, savouring the bracing chill of the fresh morning air and the tickle of snowflakes on her face while tentatively sticking out her tongue allowing the fluffy crystals to melt on a warm pink tongue.


The snap of a twig from behind signalled company, she turned her smiling face thinking it Merlin and froze, subtly adjusting her countenance and bowed.


“My Lord.”


Uncomfortably aware his presence had in actuality disturbed, Arthur coughed in his glove, glovu and assumed a supercilious air of studied indifference as he observed the pristine vista before them, searching for something to say.


“Peaceful.”


A tentative smile played about her lips as she inclined her head once more, following his gaze.


“Indeed, Sire. It is.”

* I see one thing I would have changed now...matters not. Done and dusted. Hope wewe enjoyed. Two to finish. Promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.