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tj_dragonblade, who's promised to give them a chance...
[Edit: Because I was cruel tochaosd. *hopeful* but I think that she'll forgive me.]
Title: Promise
Author: rune
Summary: "One day you'll find someone..."
She used to tease him, laughing and dancing out of his reach.
“One day you'll find someone, a beauty with violet eyes and — what do they say in the stories?— ‘hair like spun gold,’” her voice would rise in a sing-song laugh, “They’ll be kind and gentle and when you fall in love, you’ll be happy forever.”
She would stop, then, and wait for him, dark hair gleaming in the sun, laughter making her green eyes crinkle. She would laugh again, softly, when he wrapped his hand around the end of the dark braid hanging over her shoulder, giving it a gentle tug.
“And if they aren’t?” He would ask, “What if they’re hard, and cold and impatient?”
“Oh, but you won’t care.” She would nod, once, sure, “Love doesn’t care about those kinds of things.”
His grip on her braid would tighten for a second, and then he would laugh, “But I love you!” and he’d smile through the strange tightness in his chest.
“Well, if you ever don’t,” her voice was always solemn, though her eyes still sparkled, “I think, you should find someone just like this. They sound very nice.”
“Very well,” he’d concede, and bow, despite the groceries in his arms, “If it will make you happy; I promise to fall in love with this golden haired beauty.”
She would nod, still teasingly solemn, “A promise like this can’t be broken, you know.”
“Oh, I know.” And she would laugh again, as he took her hand and pulled back toward home.
tj_dragonblade, who's promised to give them a chance...[Edit: Because I was cruel to
chaosd. *hopeful* but I think that she'll forgive me.]Title: Promise
Author: rune
Summary: "One day you'll find someone..."
She used to tease him, laughing and dancing out of his reach.
“One day you'll find someone, a beauty with violet eyes and — what do they say in the stories?— ‘hair like spun gold,’” her voice would rise in a sing-song laugh, “They’ll be kind and gentle and when you fall in love, you’ll be happy forever.”
She would stop, then, and wait for him, dark hair gleaming in the sun, laughter making her green eyes crinkle. She would laugh again, softly, when he wrapped his hand around the end of the dark braid hanging over her shoulder, giving it a gentle tug.
“And if they aren’t?” He would ask, “What if they’re hard, and cold and impatient?”
“Oh, but you won’t care.” She would nod, once, sure, “Love doesn’t care about those kinds of things.”
His grip on her braid would tighten for a second, and then he would laugh, “But I love you!” and he’d smile through the strange tightness in his chest.
“Well, if you ever don’t,” her voice was always solemn, though her eyes still sparkled, “I think, you should find someone just like this. They sound very nice.”
“Very well,” he’d concede, and bow, despite the groceries in his arms, “If it will make you happy; I promise to fall in love with this golden haired beauty.”
She would nod, still teasingly solemn, “A promise like this can’t be broken, you know.”
“Oh, I know.” And she would laugh again, as he took her hand and pulled back toward home.
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Date: 2004-12-20 02:25 pm (UTC)*wanders off to think about this some more*
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Date: 2004-12-20 04:00 pm (UTC)PS. I wouldn't say that provocation didn't cross my mind. I was even tempted to sit back and find out how much of those paying attention to your words pay attention to mine. So you need not to apologize for it or feel sorry or anything. But then, from one second to the next my temptation has been heavily outweighted by the fact there are more people who are occasionally in touch with me in this tiny space than there are my friends. And people.. they tend to be believing, and as the lie turns greater - easier.
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Date: 2004-12-20 04:27 pm (UTC)And people.. they tend to be believing, and as the lie turns greater - easier.
Because that much is true, and while teasing *slight grin* should and shall be done with a sense of decorum, and a willingness to end said teasing when the correct note has been sounded.
p.s. I talked to the guy at the post office on Sat. about my mailing the box to you, and he got all excited. "Never had someone mail somethin' there before. You'll have to let me know quick we do our job." Hee! (He's an old guy, but new. Very nice, and really, I'm all stoked on it too.)
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Date: 2004-12-20 04:57 pm (UTC)