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Post by max on Mar 8, 2010 14:02:30 GMT 10
Discordiana III PG 146 Faleron of King’s Reach 2/A Part 3. Written while sitting on top of a cardboard box using my uncle's laptop, because we’re in the process of moving. To an old abandoned hospital. Spooky.
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His beauty is a thunder, surging: And maybe because she hasn’t seen him in so many years and in that time he has grown from beautiful child into indecently handsome man and the change has been so sudden, or maybe now there is this distance between them she has only now been able to see him properly, but when she finds a server with cider and takes a silver and crystal goblet from a tray and turns to find her way back to him (because even if he has grown into a jerk, he is still all she has in this room, on this night) she sees him for a moment between parted clouds of courtiers and he is devastating. ‘Thanks,’ he says, and it is the first time he’s paid attention to her this whole evening, and she curtsies ironically, and doesn’t say a word.
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Post by jazzyjess on Mar 8, 2010 15:34:31 GMT 10
Your way with words is beautiful!
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Post by max on Mar 8, 2010 16:09:43 GMT 10
Thanks!
*officially retires from this round*
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