![]() profile notes guests older host Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city lights Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close; I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen; had no choice I did not believe the information Just had to trust imagination My heart going boom boom boom - peter gabriel >>the players: Enid:not your ordinary princess. Axel: fairy/changling Duncan:new acquaintence Xander:not a forgotten lover. Brother: to Enid. >friends readers book 1 book 2 100 Under clouds of silk To within an inch of love You torture Without words all is said In your eyes the future told Did you think I'd forget? Really? You did? Its not the normal sabetical by any means. I've paid my dues. I've starved. I've wandered for days it seems. And now I know. Yes, I've been ill, but I'm better now. Its going to be better now. We've left that tribe behind. The winter winds beat them down, the snow set in. Time might as well be frozen. No one wants to fight in these conditions. I suppose they have better things to do at home. Mate with their mate, sleep and wait until spring. We have moved on. Well, some of us. Brother isn't about. He's angry. Peeved. Pissed. It doesn't matter. Its my fault. You'd think Xander was his foe by now. They were the best of friends before but something about "with child" changes everything. So he knew. Brother knew all along when I didn't. I'm beginning to enjoy my stupidity. But then he didn't know. About Xander. And that changes everything. Then there is that other thing. Well, its quite a natural blessing in one state of things and yet peculair and one isn't sure what say about it to my face. So I didn't know about Xander going to the other side, but he hasn't gone far, not really. Its just I only see him when I sleep and he would have told me sooner or later. He would have gotten it right. Its not easy being undead. And now that its clear we can still be sort of a family. I think. He says its possible. Brother won't hear of it. Perhaps he's a bit jeolous about the whole affair. Like he's never had lovers? I think not. Even so, I'm on the mend. Living on cabbage soup and going on. All the while it feels like a little pleasure deep inside me. A pleasure of things to come.
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